Arawn’s slow, sensual movements began to increase, and he watched as his wife’s eyes widened, pleasure lighting those emerald jewels to sparkle. This had never felt so right then here and now with his wife. The times before meant nothing, and it was only once meeting Evanna and the intrigue and curiosity she stirred within him for the first time that he realised just how little he felt about those other occasions. They’d been nothing more than a quick release.
Here with Evanna, they were making love. It was not a one-sided deal that he would find his climax. No, he was ensuring his wife found as much pleasure as he in reaching their peak together.
And by the gods, was she so utterly delectable. She was so warm, inviting, and so, so tight it almost made him bust upon entry. They’d been having fun until now, but he’d waited a long while for this moment. There was no regret, though; they were married, and now she was his in every single way.
Arawn’s movements quickened, feeling Evanna tighten her hold on his length, somehow even more; he focused everything on her so her first time was not cut short. On the other hand, Evanna was totally oblivious to Arawn’s struggles and was lost to these new sensations and the emotions swelling within her at being so connected to her love. Everything within her was almost singing to his movements, his touch and scent.
Evanna’s legs tightened around his waist as she pushed herself even more against him. That prompted Arawn to lift her by the waist until she found herself sitting upright, connected still at the hips as he pumped inside of her, their eyes locked with heated intensity, noses touching, fingers in each other’s hair. Sweat began to trickle between them, strands of their hair clinging to their foreheads. Evanna began to roll her hips to meet Arawn’s, breathless moans leaving her lips to the sensations travelling between them.
A low groan rumbled from Arawn before he lowered his face to her breast and began sucking and nipping on her nipple. Evanna’s head fell back as her core tightened around him to the pleasure and pain encasing her nipple and shooting straight to her clit. Her fingers slipped along his pointed ears, entranced by them to the point she unconsciously or most certainly consciously trailed her tongue along the side of his ear. Arawn’s teeth nipped a little too painfully than what Evanna was used to, but it was followed swiftly by that devilish tongue that flicked against her bud.
All the while, his length still pummelled into her, and his hand trailed down her back until he was gripping her waist tightly. "Unless you want this to be over very soon, do not touch my ears," he breathed, his voice a dark seduction that almost caused her to do precisely that.
Evanna loved seeing him a little wild for her. She nibbled just below his ear, but it still caused quite the reaction between them. Did his... thing just grow bigger? She felt herself being stretched even more so delectably.
Arawn was about to put them in a new position until Evanna placed her hand on his chest, stopping him. Instantly, he paused, searching her eyes questionably, wondering with alarm if everything was okay. She could see the darkened heat within them, almost scorching her soul to join him in this frenzied state, but he still held back for her. It touched her heart, and so she inhaled some courage and pressed slightly against his chest, indicating for him to lie down.
Still connected at the hips, Evanna moaned lightly to the changing position within her. Arawn’s length was rooted deep within her, and now she stared down at his lean yet muscular body, her hands lightly resting on his chest. His fine white hair shimmered beneath him, the colours of the butterflies, the red orbs and candlelight creating a mosaic of colours to flicker across those strands, making him even more so enchanting.
Evanna began to grind against him; though her movements were inexperienced and her expression unsure, Arawn reached up and caressed her cheek. "That’s it. Do what feels good to you. Let me see you unravel above me," he almost purred, his words like nectar, a sweet seduction that enticed her to move her hips more.
With sighs and breathless moans, Evanna followed what felt good. Grinding against him, rubbing that sweet spot where that bundle of nerves always sparked and tingled when being played. Now, she followed the pleasurable sensations, her movements growing bolder. She could see and feel how much Arawn was enjoying her riding atop him.
Arawn’s hands remained on her hips, gripping roughly at times, unafraid to show how much he was enjoying their first time as she did by the low husky grunts or groans. His length was almost curling deep inside of her, making her cum again and again. She didn’t know when or if her orgasms began and ended; it was all so electrifying, with sensations rippling across her body like droplets of rain in a light drizzle.
Arawn groaned with her, his hands cupping her breasts, kneading, and his hips now meeting hers to pump hard inside of her. Evanna’s body began to quiver, feeling oversensitive to everything and now unable to sit upright. Arawn sat up, meeting her and claiming her lips as he held her waist against him, keeping her upright, their lovemaking creating noise between their heated bodies.
"Evanna..." Arawn half groaned and breathed as their bodies began to tense, and Evanna sighed, head tipping back as he licked the side of her neck and released his seed inside of her. She came around him once more, her eyes rolling back to the feeling of his release.
"Arawn... that was...." She breathed.
"I know..."
At some point, Evanna discovered her head on a pillow, her naked body pressed against Arawn’s as he stared at her.
"*Sleep well, my wife.*"
"*Sleep well, my husband,*" Evanna murmured back, her lips a smile, eyes sleepy yet full of joy before sleep finally claimed her.