Mistletoe Marriage

She was light as a feather and very easy to maneuver. I gripped her lush curves to lower her. Ah, the sweet taste of her filled my mouth as I ran my tongue over her entire length. Her flesh was hot and soft and swollen, slick and redolent with her arousal. I felt her thighs tighten on either side of my arms and she cried out as I found the hard pearl that was the very center of her pleasure. Stiffening my tongue, I flicked the tip along the right side of it, then the left. When I heard her cry out my name, I knew then how to bring her to climax.

I didn't build her up slowly, but took her directly to the brink, then over. It showed her—and solidified with me—that she was very sensitive and easy to arouse. As she came, she tensed above me, her body bowing and her hair, now loose and long down her back, brushed over my chest. I continued to work her clit, then lapped up the copious juices that coated her folds and her thighs.

Gripping her hips once again, I rolled her onto her back. I moved off the bed and stood. Julia watched me with a languorous gaze, her body replete and completely uninhibited. One leg was bent so that her pussy was open and visible to me. She was not the missish sort.

“I believe you are well and truly no longer qualified to be the town's schoolteacher,” I commented as I undid the buttons of my shirt. The corner of her mouth ticked up.

“While you did tell me what you had planned for me, I would have given my job to Miss Simpson and taken your virtue if I knew how good it would be.”

The reminder of what had happened to her had me frowning. The town only allowed single women to be the teachers to ensure the highest of scruples. The way she looked right now, more alluring than even the most practiced pose of an experienced whore, she most certainly could not maintain those scruples. The town considered her a harlot of the worst sort and I would redeem her good name. Behind closed doors however, she'd be everything dark and dirty and sweet I ever wanted.

“The idea of your virtue being in question angers me, but rest assured I have no question about it. I've taken it, but I'm not done with you yet.” I toed off my boots, then my pants so I, too, was naked. “While your virtue is in tatters, your maidenhead is not. That is about to change.”

Julia's eyes lowered and raked over my body. This was her first opportunity to see a naked man and so I allowed her a short amount of time to look her fill. “Enough.” I crawled up the bed toward her and placed one hand beside her head so that I loomed over her. With one knee, I nudged hers wider and settled into the cradle of her hips, my cock sliding over her slick flesh.

Stroking her hair back from her face, she asked, “Are you sure you'll fit?” Worry crept into her eyes and it was my job to reassure her. I was big and she had certainly never had anything buried deep inside of her. Instead of wasting time comforting her with words, I lowered my head and kissed her, taking the alternate route: pleasuring her into forgetting her worries. I wanted her craving my cock, not afraid of it.

It didn't take long to have her soft and pliant beneath me once again, my hand stroking up and down her side as we kissed. She was bold enough for her tongue to meet and tangle with mine, for her small hand to grasp my head and hold me in place for more. As she did that, I widened her knees with my hand, and then lined myself up with her entrance. The head of my cock nestled perfectly into the parting of her lower lips and I pressed forward, slowly beginning to fill her.

She tensed and cried out against my mouth, but I would give her no quarter. I was too lost, my cock too eager to be buried deeply in her wet sheath. Even if the fire brigade banged on the door I wouldn't have been able to stop. I'd longed for this moment, ached to fill her and claim her, to mark her inside and out with my seed. While I knew she was mine from the moment I'd first laid eyes on her, while I knew the vows we’d spoken before the minister would bind us together forever, this moment, when my cock head bumped against the thin barrier of her virginity and with one quick thrust of my hips broke through it, this was what bound us together. She was mine. When she threw her head back and cried out, when she shifted and squirmed and pushed at my shoulders, I knew she'd been hurt by the joining.

I continued to stroke her hair as I soothed her. “Shh. Be still. Give it a moment. You feel so good, you're clenching down on me. Just wait. That's it. Shh.”

I whispered to her, peppering soft kisses along her cheeks, down her neck. Slowly, very slowly, she relaxed beneath me. Only then, only when her hands on my sides didn't try to push me away did I slowly pull back. “Only pleasure now, precious.”

I watched Julia closely, watched as her eyelids fluttered open and her dark eyes met mine. Pain and discomfort was quickly replaced by wonderment as I stroked over tender, yet very sensitive flesh. I retreated until I was almost completely from her body, only the lips of her sex held me in place, then slowly moved back in.

“Garrett,” she sighed.

“Like that?” I asked.

It was hard to go

so slowly when her pussy was so tight, so wet. My balls had drawn up and I could feel my orgasm building at the base of my spine, but I willed it back. I would not come until Julia found her pleasure from fucking. She would come; I had no doubt about that. I wasn't sure of my prowess as much as I knew her to be so passionate. Her body knew what it wanted and I would give it to her. It was my job, my right—my privilege to do so.

As I continued to watch her, I began to fuck her in earnest. At first she just lay there, but quickly her knees came up and squeezed my hips, then she threw her legs about my back and locked them together, pulling me in over and over. Her hips began to shift and lift up into my motions, as if wanting me inside her deeper and harder.

“More?” I asked. Sweat dripped down my brow and I gritted my teeth at the feel of her.

“More,” she all but begged. “Harder. It's not enough,” she gasped. “Garrett, you're being...too...nice.”

It was my turn to be surprised. While I expected her to be bold in her desires, I had not expected her to like it rough. She didn't even know what it was. I would not deny her what her body craved.

Taking one ankle, I lifted it up and placed I on my shoulder, spreading her wide. Holding it there, I began to work her with the very eager, very rough attentions a man did not afford a virgin.

This was Julia and she would never be typical. As I thrust into her, the sounds of fucking filling the air, and she began to cry out in earnest. Her breasts shifted and moved each time I pounded into her. A flush came to her cheeks and her eyes widened. When I put my thumb over her clit and pressed down, it was as if I pushed down the lever to set off a charge of dynamite.

Julia tossed her head back and screamed, her body tightening, her pussy walls rippling and pulsing around my cock. When she came, she came with abandon and she took me right with her.

My cum couldn't hold forth any longer and her body all but milked it from me, one thick pulse after another. I released her ankle and slapped my hand onto the bed beside her head to keep from collapsing on her. The pleasure was so great I thought I might black out.

When her orgasm subsided, so did my own, my cock replete and empty of its seed. I'd completed my basest, most elemental of duties and filled my mate with my potent virility. I had claimed. I had ravaged. I had mated. With the soft smile on her swollen, red kissed lips, I knew she'd done the same to me. I pulled out of her and watched my seed drip from her well used, very lush pussy. Falling to my side, I tucked her into me, her back to my front.

It was easy, simple really, to fall into slumber. I had everything I wanted, everything I needed in my arms.

“Garrett,” she murmured.

I was half asleep. “Mmm?”