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Fynn’s arms slide from the edges of the tub, his hands coming to smooth up and down my thighs. "Sex is supposed to be fun, Darling."
I hold my glare. "You said sex was going to be hard and fast and then slow and sweet, and what we’re doing now is neither of those."
I liked his original plan. Hard and fast to just get this whole virginity issue done and over with. Then something that would hopefully be slightly more enjoyable.
Instead I'm trying not to pass out even though I'm pretty sure part of him is poking me in the lung.
And he’s still only three quarters of the way in.
"Those were promises I made before I found out you were keeping yet another secret from me, my darling wife." His hands slide higher, one gripping my hip as the other flattens on my lower belly, his thumb slipping between my pussy lips. "Maybe that will make you think twice about withholding information from me again."
The pad of his thumb teases across my clit, and my thighs involuntarily clench at his hips. "Oh."
"Yes." He teases me with an unerring touch and I slide over him a little more. "Oh." The hand at my hip offers the smallest bit of pressure as his thumb continues stroking my clit. "You need to relax. That's why we’re in the bath. The more you relax, the easier it will be to take all of me." His voice has dropped low, to the same tone it was yesterday while I was on my knees. "You do want to take all of me, don't you, wife?"
I have to balance myself using his shoulders, because every word coming out of his mouth has my legs getting weaker and weaker. I rock forward, dropping a little more as I lean toward him. "Yes."
"How badly do you want all of me?" Fynn’s nose drags across the swell of my breast, and I automatically twist just a little, encouraging his mouth to move to my nipple.
"More than anything."
He nuzzles at my nipple. "More than anything?" He teases the tip of his nose against it, making it tighten. "That's quite a bit."
The heat of his mouth finally closes around my flesh, and my legs give out, bringing the back of my thighs flush against his hips.
I should be consumed by the pressure where his body penetrates mine. Instead all my attention is on his mouth and his thumb and the way they make me want to rock against him. I don't mean to move, but I can't help it. I need it.
Fynn’s mouth releases my breast, but his lips continue rubbing against my wet skin. "That's right, Val. Use me to make yourself feel good."
The thought of doing just that is wickedly empowering. Taking an act that was intended to benefit everyone but me and claiming it as my own. Claiming Fynn as my own.
Thinking of it in those terms emboldens me, has my eyes on his face as I work my body up, feeling every inch slip out of me before sinking back down. This time there’s no pain, only a mild stretch, and I relax a little more. I rise and fall over him again, focusing on the feeling of him dragging in and out of me. The sensation is still just as consuming, but in a very different way.
A way that has me clinging to his shoulders as I rock up and down, his thumb still on my clit, and his mouth clamped onto my nipple. It’s sensation overload and, without warning, I come, the climax slamming into me full force, making me cry out his name as I cling to him, continuing to rock as I chase every bit of that feeling. My ears ring, my vision dulls, and I'm only vaguely aware of Fynn’s hands gripping tighter as he pushes up into me twice, groaning around my nipple as the long line of his dick twitches inside me.
My body goes limp, falling forward, head hitting his shoulder as every bone gives up its task.
Fynn’s hands move up and down my back, gliding over my wet skin as I fight to catch my breath and regain my bearings. And my hearing. And my sight.
"That..." I take a shuddering breath as my body clenches with an aftershock, tightening around where he still fills me. "Was not how I expected sex to be."
"Good." Fynn's voice is a little rough in my ear. Almost like he's having just as difficult of a time regaining his composure as I am. "Although I have to admit, it's not as flattering when I consider you expected to have sex with a man you were forced to marry who only valued you because of an arbitrary sense of entitlement."
I lean back, meeting his eyes as I try to figure out what he means. "Entitlement?"
Fynn reaches up to smooth back some of my damp, tangled hair. "He believed, as your husband, he would be entitled to your body."
That's an interesting way of looking at things. "What do you believe?"
"In regards to fucking you?"
I nod, interested to hear what he has to say.
Fynn smirks. "I would call it my duty as your husband."
I laugh, which doesn’t seem as out of place as I would have expected. "Your duty?"
Fynn continues smiling as he nods. "One I take extremely seriously."
