The Reason for Marriage - Chapter 10.1 (18+)

A little bit more, a little bit more… He pushed his tongue further into her mouth as he tightly embraced her. Unable to overcome his grip, she stepped back and leaned on the already closed door, her back pressed against it. Her tongue, which had reacted cautiously to his, was both cute and exciting at the same time. After possessing her lips for a moment, he instinctively tucked his hand into the hem of her clothes. His hand wrapped around her soft skin and Iveca moaned for his touch. He couldn’t resist kissing the rest of her body anymore and proceeded to kiss her on the back of her neck while his fingers flexed and gripped at her. Iveca felt her hands move unconsciously to his shirt and tangle with his buttons, undoing each one with a soft tugging.

He hugged her before she had a chance to finish the job and they fell into the bed, his mouth moving towards her br*asts. He kissed and nibbled around them, her n*pples hardening in reaction to his hunger for her.

“Uh, wait…”

As Iveca began to twist, his hand wrapped around her waist, while the other gripped her shoulders tightly. Holding her firmly, he kissed her lips again, then whispered to her.

“I want to know how good this makes you feel. Last time you were… naughty, so this time you must do as you’re told… I need it, Iveca…” His voice husked, desire very evident. “And will you tell me, Your Majesty… how good it feels?”

His mouth moved to her earlobes, gently sucking them between his lips before moving down and kissing her collarbone, rubbing her hard nipple between his finger and thumb as he did. The pleasure was overwhelming, but Iveca was much more welcoming of it this time. With one swift movement, he pinched the firmly standing n*pple between his two fingers.

Iveca whispered as she gasped for air. Daniel kissed her deeply on her cleavage, running his tongue between her br*asts as the torturous pleasure of his rough play on her n*pples continued. Contrary to the exhilarating episode of spreading her legs and calmly saying that she could do it, like their first night, she suddenly began to twist her body out of embarrassment. Feeling her body contort, his hands flew to her waist, then to her bare thighs, holding her in place.

“Ah, wait…”

“Tell me it’s good, Iveca,” he demanded.

He was adept at not letting his innermost thoughts out but had no intention of hiding that he had already noticed hers. Soothing her gasping for breath with a hand on her stomach, he moved his hand between her legs to the dampness he had created. He swept her cl*toris with his thumb and Iveca shuddered. Before she could adjust to the sensation, he quickly moved his finger and began violently stimulating her, rough back and forth motions across her wetness and her swollen cl*t. She shrieked, surprised and stimulated in equal measure, and her waist started to bounce off the bed wildly in time with his motions.

“Oh, Daniel… oh!”

“Tell me if it’s good. I know you’re thinking it. You’re wet enough to be thinking it…”

His voice was low, intense. He burned for her, she could tell, and it wouldn’t be long before he had to take what he wanted. He carefully tucked his fingers into her wet entrance. She twisted her body once again, her narrow, damp inner muscles contracting as if swallowing his fingers. Her liquid and his fingers danced together, and Iveca’s moaning became rougher and harsher. As she tried to close her legs again, he kissed her between her thighs.

His hot tongue circled across the surface of the inside her thigh, while his fingers and thumb worked at her. The two fingers circling deeper and deeper became increasingly rough, and Iveca finally shook her body and let out an exclamation of pleasure. Daniel whispered in a hoarse voice.

“Quickly, Iveca. Tell me that all this pleasure is because of me… that you need what I have to give…”

“I like… it. But, but why…”

Before Iveca could finish the sentence, she felt his swollen manhood enter her. She had no idea he had even taken it out and her world exploded with intense pleasure and a little pain. He could feel her holding back her scream. Two body temperatures met. Somehow, he managed to kiss her lips as she thrashed beneath him. Iveca heard herself swear and moan and mutter her want for him, her want for his love and his manhood. She could feel herself squeezing on his hardness and she felt him throb in return. He was already starting to lose control, because of her.

While kissing her cheek, he grabbed her by the waist and carefully started the reciprocating motion. As she let out a shallow breath, she groaned. The warm breath that she felt in her collarbone made her feel like she might faint in combination with his thrusts into her. Every moment they pulled away and pushed back together, a dizzying pleasure was accumulated, and as the movement became even rougher, their bodies began to shake violently together too. The tears in her eyes, the groaning coming out of her lips, and the wetness pouring out from her was everything she needed, and he was making it happen in endless waves.