His hands roamed every inch of my body, leaving no part untouched. His warm palms cupped my breasts, and his thumb brushed across my hardened nipples.
"Ahhh… Oh my God, Mark…" I moaned, arching into him as his lips latched onto my breast. The way he sucked hungrily sent shockwaves through my body. My skin was so sensitive, so alive his touch igniting fire wherever it landed. Her softness drove him wild.
Mark was completely taken by her the smoothness of her skin, her scent, the heat in her touch. He moved to the other breast, giving it equal attention, kneading it gently while his mouth worked wonders. With his knee nestled between my thighs, his hand traveled lower, slipping beneath the thin lace of my panties. Gently, he tugged them down, his eyes never leaving mine.
I tried to close my legs from the overwhelming sensation, but he softly pushed them apart.
"Don't be shy, you're beautiful, Peach," he whispered, and Aurora blushed, her heart pounding. With deliberate care, he lowered his head and placed a kiss right on my core.
"Ooouuu…" I gasped, my legs trembling.
His tongue moved in slow, sensual circles, and I couldn't help the cries that escaped my lips. I felt like I was melting under his mouth. My hands gripped the sheets as pleasure bloomed in waves.
He rubbed his hardened shaft against me, coating himself with my wetness before sliding in slowly. My breath hitched.
He pushed in deeper, inch by inch, filling me completely. I arched beneath him, the sensation intense new. My body shook, caught between pain and pleasure.
"Urghhh…" Mark groaned. "You feel… so sweet, Wife." But then I cried out.
"Ahh—Mark!"
Tears welled in my eyes. A sharp pain tore through me. Mark immediately froze, alarmed.
"Wife? Are you okay? Aurora, talk to me." He was still, afraid to move. He cupped my face gently, panic clouding his usually confident eyes. "It hurts… Mark, it hurts a lot…" I whimpered, sobbing softly. Realization dawned on him. "You were a virgin?" he whispered, stunned.
"I'm so sorry… I didn't know. Please, just breathe, okay? Breathe with me," he coaxed, peppering my face with kisses. He tried to soothe me, holding me tenderly until the pain slowly faded. Soon, what was once discomfort began to dissolve into pleasure.
I wrapped my legs around him as he moved with care and affection, each thrust deeper, more passionate.
"Ahhh… ohhh… hmmmnn… Mark…"
"Harder… please, Mark…" I begged, overcome with emotion. His moans matched mine, guttural and needy. "F*ck… you're mine, Aurora. All mine." He made love to me like I was the most fragile, precious thing in the world. And in that moment, I knew I belonged to him, just as he belonged to me.
When we were done, he kissed my forehead and pulled me tightly into his arms. My body was weak, my heart full. Mark held me all night, our bodies tangled under the sheets.
****THE NEXT MORNING****
Mark woke to the soft sound of Aurora's shallow breathing. She stirred slowly, her body sore and eyes still heavy with sleep. He kissed her forehead gently and slipped out of bed.Within minutes, he returned with a tray breakfast served just how she liked it.
"Good morning, Peach," he said warmly.
"Good morning, Mark," she smiled softly. "Can you please help me to the bathroom?"
"Of course." He set the tray aside and gently helped her sit up. Every step she took was careful, delicate.
"I'm so sorry, Aurora," he murmured. "I should've gone easier on you…"It's alright, Mark. I'm fine."She looked like a happy, glowing doll her smile brighter than ever. It was clear the night before had bonded them deeply.
Mark filled the bathtub with warm water and gently helped her step in. Aurora sighed in relief, sinking into the soothing warmth.
"Mmm, this feels so good," she murmured.
Mark quickly removed his robe and joined her, wrapping his arms around her waist. His hands slid around her wet body sensually, caressing her lovingly. Her eyes fluttered shut, basking in the comfort of his touch.
"You never told me you were a virgin," he said, placing a kiss on her shoulder.
"That's because you never asked."But… you never let Jake touch you?" No. I wanted to wait until I got married. He respected that. I told him I wanted to give my first time to the man I married… and he agreed." Mark blinked, speechless. "Wow… then I'm lucky to be your first."
"And you'll be my only," she whispered, turning to face him. "I'm so glad I have someone like you in my life. I love you, Mark."
And I love you more, Peach," he whispered, brushing her wet hair from her face. "More than you'll ever know."
They lay together in the bath, their hearts beating in harmony two broken souls that had found healing in each other.