262: Their wedding night (part 3)

Their wedding night (part 3)

"Surrender yourself to me."

Adela closed her eyes shut.

Clearly, there were matters the Baroness had chosen not to disclose, and she was determined to muster courage not only for her husband's happiness but also for her own.

For the sake of both of them.

"This is in the way," he remarked, tugging at her underwear. She detected a faint tearing sound and then the absence of the silk between her thighs.

Be brave now! 

He gently sucked the skin right below her navel.

"Trust me," he whispered, his breath brushing over her private part, completely exposed for him.

With the slightest brush of his thumbs. She felt her folds opening up.

"Egon." His name a shiver in the air when he started licking her clitoris, her hands clutching his hair tugging on the roots. 

He guided his tongue with a delicate motion. It began as a general movement, but gradually transitioned into a more deliberate pace and pressure, establishing a distinct rhythm for her to follow in her mind.

It felt incredibly unusual, yet equally astounding.

Moist and hot when he was licking and sucking, cold and throbbing when he gave both of them some room to catch their breath. She moaned and squirmed. fully surrendering to him as he had asked.

"Haah…Egon!"

She wished for him to stop, and at the same time, she desired for the pleasure to persist.

"Egon!"

"I know, darling, " he uttered with a ragged breath before promptly returning his attention and tongue to her folds.

Her mind was emptying, the pleasure overtaking her.

"You taste so good."

Her head felt like it was on the verge of bursting, her ears aflame with embarrassment, yet the pleasure eclipsed all the sensations coursing through her body and mind.

"You're swelling... so ripe…My wife is a delicious meal."

Her body tensed when he grabbed her leg by the knee and placed it over his shoulder. Her backbone shivered, and she tightened around him, an exhilarating laugh escaped her lips.

"Adelaide."

She peeked up at him, her mouth held open in awe.

What was he doing to her?

"You're so beautiful."

Hyperventilating, she closed her eyelids. The pressure building up inside of her overpowering, she was reaching the limits of her tolerance.

"Only let go when you can't take it anymore."

She couldn't take it anymore.

Letting herself go while crying out his name, she throbbed and throbbed, feeling continuous stabs of euphoria taking on a rippling effect as she orgasmed, vaguely feeling his smile against her private parts, a place Lady de Lanark could never have imagined being kissed this passionately. 

"I want to hear you crying out my name some more."

Still not fully sober, she let out a gasp, her eyes abruptly flew open when she felt something harder than his tongue entering her.

His middle finger circled time after time inside of her.

"I have to stretch you enough; your first time might be uncomfortable otherwise."

Wouldn't it be uncomfortable regardless of all the stretching considering Egon's size?

Much like his tongue, the rhythm of his finger maintained its exhilarating pace, until she winced due to a sudden, stinging sensation in her vagina.

"Damn it." He cursed, keeping his finger pressed inside of her while the rest of his body climbed hers, his lips found her neck, kissing, inhaling and sucking, it sufficiently distracted her from the stinging sensation and made her drown in a blissful sea of pleasure again.

Very slowly, he took his finger out and hugged her.

"Relax, I won't hurt you. You can stop me at any point, I promise, I will always listen to you."

With that, she felt his erection against her vagina, the tip hot and hard, pressing, she gulped down when it throbbed, immediately drawing a throbbing response of her own.

Holding a strong curiosity about what it would truly feel like when he was fully inside of her, her arms encircled his neck.

"Egon, I want to become one with you."

His hands went down to her waist, his fingers digging into the flesh of her behind.

"So soft... So warm..."

He moved slowly and gently, never pulling out of her, going slightly deeper with every move.

"You are so wet, you feel so good."

She was wet; indeed, however, she sensed a barrier within her, preventing him from going any deeper.

That aspect had been addressed by the Baroness, and Adela mentally readied herself for the discomfort. But all that she felt was her insides melting, the pressure within her building up again.

Egon had set another rhythm for her body to follow, but she could feel him struggling this time.

"Relax," he pleaded.

She tried her best to relax, but her body simply had other plans.

"I'm barely inside of you and you feel this good. It's unbelievable."

Drunk on the pleasure he was giving her, she cupped his face with her hands and kissed his sweet mouth, but that kiss was entirely new, less about their lips and all about their tongues.

He groaned when she started throbbing, and she gasped in his mouth when he pushed himself completely inside of her.

"A sword and its sheath, Adelaide, you fit me perfectly."

Egon's thumb pressed against the area right below her belly button.

"I'm all the way here." He marveled.

They remained utterly still in that manner for an extended moment, their gazes penetrating each other, their breaths rapid and shallow, attempting to comprehend the reality of the situation.

"You are my wife, my partner... You are my everything," he uttered, his eyes widening, the smile vanishing from his countenance in her blurred vision.

With a blink, she cleared away the tears.

"Are you in pain?" He whispered with a touch of remorse.2

She clung to him, laughing with all of her heart. "I'm not experiencing any pain whatsoever," she smoothly lied. Beneath the profound layer of pleasure, though, lay a palpable undercurrent of pain. "I'm simply overjoyed... I love you, I love you so much."

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