He shook his head, it was better this way, it was best that no other man had noticed her. He pulled her closer and started walking out of the bath, carrying her to the bedroom. Next to the bed, her put her down and shoved his hands inside of the pants that were clinging to her.
Slowly, they moved down and she kicked them off carefully. Finally, they were standing in front of each other, naked.
"Do you plan to consummate our marriage tonight?" she asked.
Sigrid was looking everywhere but down, her eyes were determined to avoid taking a peek at what was below his waist.
Roland on the other hand had no qualms about looking at her naked body, his eyes lingered on her small waist and trailed to the black curls covering her lady parts. His own body reacted violently, he had the urge to pin her down on the bed and just plant himself inside her.
Even though he had not engaged in sexual acts, he had seen them being done before, many times. He wanted to be knowledgeable when the day came and it had come.
"Oh yes, most certainly yes." He looked into her eyes, "I want to, do you?"
Sigrid folded her lips and she nodded, before lowering her eyes.
Roland took one last step towards her and he gently pushed her down on the bed, his mouth found hers again and he kissed her again and again. He was not sure how it was possible but the kisses tasted even better now that they were naked.
The weight of her body beneath his felt so good, he pushed himself down, crushing her carefully with his his body. To his pleasure, she moaned and the threads of control in his mind broke even quicker than before.
His mouth moved from hers, he buried kisses in the crook of her neck, her chest and found his way to her beasts. He brushed his hand over one and his lips over the other, and she moaned even louder.
It made him bolder and greedier, he wanted to hear those sounds coming from her mouth even more, he wanted her to scream his name. His hands roamed over her body, and his lips did the same, touching and kissing every part of her.
Sigrid could only curl her toes and hands as she endured the pleasure that she did not expect. When the system said he was a virgin, she thought their copulation would be a rough tumble in the sheets, he would be in and out without any foreplay. But she had been wrong, Roland the virgin had a few tricks up his sleeve.
She never imagined that he could whisper sensual words as he teased her and made her yearn for their union. He made her beg for more even before his fingers moved between her thighs.
A smile of victory came over Roland’s face when he tasted the wetness upon invading her with his fingers. Sigrid was ready for him, she desired him so much so that she was pushing herself against his fingers.
He could not wait, the need to bury himself inside her was so great and he answered it, by parting her legs even wider and plunging inside her in one powerful thrust.
A scream of agony poured of Sigrid’s mouth, echoing through the stone walls of the bedroom. Her whole body trembled as the pain her mother had spoken of rushed through her. In the back of her mind she cursed, other people lost their virginity once, so they endured this pain once. She on the other hand to do it twice, she had forgotten what first time sex was like.
Roland on the other hand was in heaven, he was not moving because he wanted to allow her get used to the feeling of him inside of her and allow her pain to subside but he loved being inside her.
As horrible as it was, he also loved hearing her scream, for some reason it satisfied him as much as his first victory on a battlefield. He was taking his woman to bed for the first time and it was amazing.
He got the stupid urge to bellow, so he did and then he started to move, slowly so as not to hurt her. Sigrid whimpered and he stopped himself again.
"Are you in so much pain?" he looked at her and asked.
She shook her head but still winced, "I can take it."
"Are you sure?" he asked.
It was his first time, he wanted to give her as much pleasure as he received. If she liked it, they would be doing it more often, if she didn’t....he didn’t want to imagine what would happen if she didn’t.
"Can I move?" he asked.
As he asked the question, his body was already doing it, to distract her, he lowered his head and kissed her. She had been enthusiastic when they were kissing, as long as his tongue was in her mouth she would start to enjoy it.
He made his thrusts short, but continued deepening them slowly, judging from the reactions of her body. The more she held on to him and pulled him closer, the deeper he thrust, it was killing him to move so slowly but he did not want to hurt her.
"Does it still hurt?" he briefly ended the kissing and asked.
Before she could answer, his lips were on hers again, swallowing her response as he buried himself inside her again.
She held onto his neck and shook her head, to prove that she could take it, she moved against him. Sigrid was already beginning to enjoy herself, she wanted him to pick up his speed a little.
He responded as expected, and picked up speed, he braced his weight with his hands and looked down at her face. He wanted to see what she looked like when he was in the throes of passion.
Ever since the wedding, she had displayed rigidity and control, he wanted to make her lose it, so he moved faster and thrust harder. When she moaned, he felt glorious and when her hips arched up demanding for more, he gave her what she desired.
Moans of pleasure fell from her lips, she writhed and cried out.
"Roland, my prince." She whispered and clung to him.
Sigrid lost her mind in passion, Roland’s stamina amazed her, her insides throbbed wildly, she pulled him down and put her lips on his and kissed him fervently. She held on to him tightly as his thrusts grew out of control and his breathing rugged.
Her world started coming apart and she called out his name over and over as they found fulfillment together. Sigrid’ continued holding on to Roland’s shoulders as her body twitched and continued to do so for close to two minutes as her climax drew out in a way that she had never experienced before in both lives.
Roland did not let go of Sigrid either, he held her as he waited for her to body to clam down. He wanted to ask her if it was always like this, but she had been a virgin as well, she would not have answers for him.
In his heart, he was proud and the grin on his face said so, he had done a great job. He turned his head to ask Sigrid how she was feeling and he noticed her eyes were closed, she appeared to have fallen asleep.
Roland’s grim widened even more and his ego went up a notch, he had put her to sleep, he was that good.