"That's it, sweetheart," he praised as he slid deeper, her muscles and flesh separating for him. "So tight. So hot." His tongue found her neck again. "So soft." She tilted her head back so that her mouth could find his and he murmured, "So sweet," against her lips.
His tongue found hers and then he was slipping out of her and repositioning them so that she was flat on her back, with her legs spread wide open. He found a condom in the bedside table and she watched with rapt fascination--and desperate desire--as he slipped it over the crest of his erection, then all the way down the thick, long shaft, shiny with her juices.
"You're beautiful, Cole."
He went suddenly still between her thighs, a heartbeat away from plunging back into her wet heat. "You're not scared anymore?"
She blushed to remember how worried she'd been last night, how frightened she'd been of his size, his sensuality. When he'd undone her blindfold, the size of his erect penis made her blanch with shock, with the sure knowledge that she couldn't possibly take him inside without being torn in two.
It didn't occur to her to be anything but honest. "How can I be scared when you make me feel so good?"
His pupils, already dark, nearly doubled in size as he looked down at her nakedness, the way her thighs were spread open for him, the way her br**sts shook and bounced as she reached for him.
"You make me feel good, too, Anna. So good I'm surprised the pleasure isn't killing me."
No one had ever wanted her like this. No one had ever looked at her with such dangerous heat. No one had ever tied her up and played with her body until she was begging, pleading, crying for release.
No one but Cole.
Her husband.
At the exact moment that she pulled his head down for a kiss, he drove into her pu**y, hard and deep. She lost her exhale to his lungs and he took what was left of her breath with a searing kiss.
"Again. Just like that," she begged against his mouth.
But instead of granting her this wish, he took long, slow glides in, then out of her, one after the other.
"You're still too sore, too swollen." He grimaced as he pushed back inside. "I shouldn't even be taking you now. It's too soon. You aren't used to me, to my size."
Anna knew she should appreciate the care he was taking with her, the way he was trying to protect her from pain, but the pleasure streaking through her system had pain turning to ecstasy, need turning to desperation.
Last night when she'd been bound to the bed frame, she hadn't been able to control any part of their lovemaking. And Cole had been right--it was just what she needed to force herself to let go and embrace the greatest pleasure she'd ever known.
But this morning, the rules had changed.
She had changed.
And she would take what she wanted whether Cole thought she could handle it or not.
Reaching her hands around to hold onto his tight rear muscles, she thrust her hips up with all her might.
"Anna," he all but shouted as she buried him to the hilt, so far in that she could feel his balls pressing in tight to her butt cheeks. Both of them stilled completely, panted, moaned.
Oh God. He was in so deep, deeper than last night, and she suddenly realized just how much he had held back his own needs on their wedding night.
"Don't hold back, Cole." Her voice was as dark and heavy as his now.
"I don't want to hurt you, sweetheart."
She loved that he cared enough for her to want to protect her, but not now.
Not from this.
"Take me, Cole. Make me yours."
She emphasized her demands with the strong, tight pull of her arms and legs wrapping around his body.
He cursed, grimaced, obviously tried to fight for control. "Sweet Anna."
The heavy, hard weight of Cole's body rammed into her, pushing so far down into the mattress that she could almost feel the box spring beneath it. But instead of being frightened, instead of regretting her impulsive, fevered request, she relished their lovemaking, every thrust, every groan, the hard slap of damp flesh as they came together and pulled apart in perfect rhythm.
Her inner muscles were clenching down on him again, harder than ever before, but instead of any pain there was nearly impossible pleasure, so deep and pure she could do nothing more than close her eyes and hold on as Cole gripped her hips and rammed his thick shaft into her, pulling her nipple into his mouth to rake his teeth across the stiff peak.
The muscles across his back and hips were drawn tight, the tendons taut and bulging as she gently scraped her nails across his skin.
Her belly tightened, her br**sts arched into his mouth, her clit swelled.
And then she exploded, every muscle in her body seeming to tighten, then release, as she flew higher and higher into the blinding sparks that Cole was shooting off all around her.
The power of her orgasm shocked her into opening her eyes and that was when she realized he was propping himself up, one strong arm on either side of her face. He was staring down at her with such wonder, such amazement, that her heart almost stopped beating.
"Cole."
She whispered his name, reached up to cup his beautiful face in her hands. Just as their lips touched, he stilled, tightened, grew even bigger within her slick walls. She wanted to feel him explode, wanted to know that she'd made him feel as good as he'd made her feel the night before.
"Come for me, Cole."
The same words from his lips had sent her over the edge only hours before. And now she was the one taking him there.
* * *
Cole hadn't thought anything could top the previous night, certainly not first-thing-in-the-morning sex. But feeling Anna's hands on his skin, her arms and legs wrapped around him, knowing her desire--rather than his knowledge of all the things he planned to teach her--was leading their dance ... hell, it was like nothing he'd ever known. Cradling her in his arms, he rolled over to his back. Looking down at her, he saw that her eyes were closed and there was a smile on her lips.
"That was incredible."
He stroked her back and she moved closer, her head in the crook of his shoulder, breathing soft and even. He was amazed by everything about her. Her sweetness, how she managed to retain her innocence even after he'd been f**king her hard and deep, but especially the way she'd given him her trust.
All he'd been looking for was a good girl. Somehow, he'd gotten so much more.
Sunlight streamed in the windows. He didn't want to wait much longer before taking Anna to meet his grandmother. She was going to love his new wife. Who wouldn't?