Bought: One Bride

For a minute or so he kept her captive under his mouth, but then he rolled onto his side next to her, propping himself up on one elbow whilst his free hand began to explore her body.

At last her mind was merciful, spinning her out into another world where she no longer worried about her own performance. Her focus was all on what Richard was doing to her and the wonderful ways her body kept responding, as though it had been waiting for him to come along to show her what she was capable of feeling. When he slipped his hand in over her right breast, the nipple became even more erect. When his outstretched palm slid back and forth over it, everything inside her contracted fiercely.

She moaned with the exquisite pleasure of it all, and the desire for more. Much more.

“As delicious as this dress is,” he murmured, taking his hand away, “it has to go. But first, this very sexy belt.”

The belt was not unlike a large silver watchband that expanded and contracted. Its clasp was strong, but very simple to undo.

“Interesting,” he said as he slid the belt from her waist, placing it beside him on the bed before returning his attention to the dress. He quickly found the clasp that anchored the halter around her neck, un-snapping it, then peeling the top down over her breasts.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, and bent his mouth to the same nipple he’d been playing with, licking it at first, then nipping it with his teeth before sucking it deep into his mouth.

Holly moaned again, the sensations of his suckling seeming to have some secret connection to that area between her legs. When his lips tugged on her breast there was a corresponding tug down there. No, not a tug. An exciting tightening. She didn’t want him to ever stop.

He did stop, but not for long, his mouth moving over to her other breast whilst his right hand took possession of the bereft nipple, squeezing it quite hard.

She cried out, writhing against the rather confusing combination of pleasure and pain. Did she like it, or not?

He took an agonisingly long time before releasing her burning nipple, yet as soon as he did she wanted him to do it again. He obliged, and when his head finally lifted his normally cold eyes blazed down at her like molten steel.

Lord knew what she looked like. Her face felt hot and her heart was going so fast she could very well be heading for a coronary. Her mouth fell open and she was panting like a marathon runner on a hot day.

His stripping her of the rest of the dress was achieved with considerable speed, along with the removal of her white satin G-string. He left her silver high heels on, however, then stunned her by picking up the silver belt and refastening it around her naked waist.

“The chains of love,” he said, his hand sliding down over her stomach and between her legs.

His fingers on her breast had made her writhe. His fingers inside her body propelled her to a place infinitely more intense, a place she’d never been to before. Any pleasure seemed overlaid with an agitating tension that made her grimace and groan. She wanted to tell him to stop. But she couldn’t, and he didn’t.

Holly came with a rush, a cry bursting from her lips as she was propelled headlong into her first full-blown orgasm. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut, wallowing in the pleasure as her flesh spasmed over and over.

So this was what it was like. No wonder people became addicted to the experience.

Finally, the contractions stopped, followed up by the most delicious feeling of abandonment.

Richard’s hand did not abandon her, however, Holly’s eyes flying open on a gasp when it continued to probe and to play with her down there, even more intimately. At first, she wasn’t sure if she wanted him to, but he must have known what he was doing, because eventually her first climax became a dim memory and she began craving another. Quite desperately.

When her hips started to lift from the bed, he did abandon her. Totally.

“Wh…where are you going?” she cried when he rose from the bed.

“Not very far,” he returned, his eyes remaining hot on her as he began to strip off his own clothes.

Holly didn’t know whose gaze was more intense. His or hers. She could not believe how magnificent his body was. Clearly, he worked out a lot.

He seemed to like her shape as well.

“You look incredibly sexy with that belt on,” he said.

She flushed wildly, having forgotten about the belt. A downwards glance reminded her of what he’d said when he’d put it back on her.

The chains of love.

Holly didn’t think it was love making Richard look at her the way he was looking at her. She suspected it didn’t have much to do with her own feelings at that moment, either.

All she cared about was having Richard back on this bed with her. And soon.