Runaway Bride

Chapter 29 Make love

His hands caress my body, and his lips run down my neck to transport my being to a place where only he and I exist. I wanted this as much as I tried to breathe. I want Darío. I want him inside me as he whispers my name and loves me as he did in the lake.

“You’re beautiful.” He kisses one of my breasts; his mouth is like heaven.

His words are shocking to me, as he can’t see me.

He sucks and tastes me. He lightly bites my nipple, and my body vibrates, seduced by the wetness of his lips.

“You don’t see me.” I smile shyly.

I am with Darío at last, no reservations, no lies in between. We trust each other.

“Just because I can’t see you now doesn’t mean I don’t know what you look like, that I don’t feel your body and skin next to mine. You are perfect for me. If you let me love you... if my blindness doesn’t...”

“I’ll be here, I told you a while ago. If you want me in your life, I have no intention of leaving you.”

“I want you in my life, Tatiana,” he whispers. One of his hands runs down my belly to leave my bristling skin in its wake, eager for him to caress me where my pleasure hides.

“You’re going to drive me insane.” I kiss his neck.

His back has sparse, fine hairs, as fine as bits of sewing thread. His chest has them, too, perhaps in less quantity.

He throws himself at my lips. I don’t know how it’s possible that just having his body next to me makes me feel him everywhere. I like it. I love it!

“Never insane. I’ll make you see stars.” His fingers begin to caress my sex.

My erect, thick clit is raised, hungry and happy from the attention Darío’s knowing fingers are giving it. Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“It’s magic,” I murmur. I almost don’t recognize my own voice.

“You don’t know anything yet, precious. The magic is about to come.”

His voice is like an aphrodisiac. It wraps around me and seduces me.

I throw my arms around him and pull him tight against me. I part my lips even further apart and gently draw his mouth, as well as his tongue in deeper, and the pleasure is even more intense. He moves as I would love for him to move inside me. As he kisses me, his fingers intensify the caress on my pussy. I melt under the touch of his hands.

His hands are a transport to paradise, straight to heaven.

We are naked on the silk of the sheet. The bed feels comfortable and so soft, as do Darío’s hands, though I can feel the strength hidden in those arms. Nothing covers us. We are just skin against skin. We tear off our clothes in a hurry. Because of the strength and desire that overcomes us, everything is scattered on the floor. We throw each garment away without thinking about where it fell since we were too hasty as we entered the room.

“Keep going, please,” I beg as I feel myself getting closer to climax. “Please...”

I don’t know about myself and what I want. The only thing I know for sure is that I want Darío. He is the one I want, the one I think about.

The only thing I can conceive of at this moment is savoring every part of his body.

“Easy.” I stir between his hands until I manage to get out from under his body. “What are you doing?”

“I want more of you. I want to taste you.” My sex cries out for his touch, but I ignore it.

I need this to give myself completely, caress him, and satiate every part of me that needs him. To explore what we couldn’t explore because we didn’t have time. This is the chance for both of us to enjoy our alliance.

“Tatiana,” he growls.

That motivates me. I don’t feel fear. These are strange sensations to me, but I feel a compelling need to fulfill them, to taste them, to have them. I want to enjoy Darío. However, I also long to give him the same pleasure that he has given me without qualms or regard.

“Tonight is about you. Let me please you, my beautiful dragonfly,” he asks tenderly, but I don’t give in. A fierce beast has awakened, and I have but one purpose for now.

“Tonight is about the two of us. It is our time. Now it’s your turn to be loved.”

“But you’re not done...”

I crawl up on all fours and almost climb on top of him. But, instead, I pause to scrutinize his huge, erect, blunt-tipped penis that’s a little pink, as well as delicious. It makes my belly throb, and I want to possess him.

I don’t know myself!

What is this that has awakened in me?

I launch myself into an attack as if I were starving, and only eating that rich phallus could soothe my ravenous state. I don’t consider for a second asking him for condoms. I don’t want them, not now. I just want to feel my husband. I long to start my own family alongside Dante.

“Ta... Tatia... na...”

His voice trails off as my mouth lands on his penis moistened by pre-seminal fluid. I push it all the way in and pull it out again. I watch him from below; his eyes are closed, and his hands clench the sheet on either side of his body.

I get my rhythm. I go up and down, lick and absorb his taste. It’s a pleasure to savor.

I’ve never done an act like this before, but one thing is clear to me, I like it.

I like the way his body looks taut and willing at the same time. How his veins show through his arms, thick and throbbing. How his penis rises and enlarges even more.

“I love the taste of you.” I taste him for the umpteenth time and suck hard. “You’re delicious.”

I speed up a little more. I gently nibble around his member. I hold him with both hands; I move up and down his foreskin to stroke hard with my fingers the throbbing, stiff, robust, and perfect penis.

“Are you real?” I ask in between a grunt and a sigh.

His half-open mouth seeks oxygen. That gets me passionate and turned on. I put it that way.

I climb on his hips and slowly drop down on his wet cock. I’m slippery, wet as ever, and that makes it easier for his member to enter my small sex.

“Is this real enough? Can you feel me?” Slowly, I begin to move. He brings his hands up to my hips and holds them tightly. “I like that,” I confess, naughty.

It’s true. I find myself seized with passion from the force with which he holds me.

One of his hands moves down to my sex and begins the rapid movement as I speed up my thrusts a little more. I ride him, possessed and amazed by the pleasure of the friction of our bodies. We feel at

ease.

“Like this!” my body no longer dominates him. Instead, my hips swing up and down.

His hand grips me, his fingers dig into my hip bone and roam over my clitoris as if he knows me. He moves over it as if he knows what my pleasure bud likes.

“Come,” he asks.

I lie on his chest. I seek his lips, and we kiss intensely, without stopping moving to the rhythm of pleasure. His penis fills me, fills me. It is designed for my pussy. Completely wet, I allow him to move inside me without causing me any harm.

“Umm...” I bite down on his lower lip.

“Take it easy,” he mumbles into my mouth. “Enjoy. I’m yours.”

“And I yours.”

He rises slowly and pulls away from my mouth. I pull away slightly and see him propping himself up on his elbows. In one motion, I end up lying down and with Darío on top of me: my legs around his hips and his hands on either side of my head.

“Ready?”

Before I can answer him, he moves inside me again and takes hold of my body. He pulls me tighter into him to squeeze me. His balls collide with the entrance to my sex, and the sound drives me crazier with pleasure. His thrusts are getting louder, more determined. The room is dark, and only the moonlight coming through the window illuminates our naked bodies.

“Darío...” I gasp. He smiles, I know because his teeth shine a little from the light filtering through the blinds. “You’re...”

“Come on, little dragonfly. Let yourself go. Let’s go together.” His voice is almost guttural, like a caveman possessing his female.

That thought upends me, turns me on, gives me an intense taste, then I feel my brain go blank. My eyelids grow heavy, and I bring my hands up in search of an effective grip.

He intertwines his hands with mine. Finally, I let go of clinging to my husband.

I climb to the promised heaven.

I climax a few seconds later.

His own body vibrates over me. I feel his seed spilling hotly into my sex. My breasts tighten, and my belly contracts. Darío screams my name, and it triggers overwhelming happiness in my chest, one I didn’t know I could possess or attain.

He is mine. In short, he is.

And I am completely and unashamedly his dragonfly.

His wife.