But before he stripped off and got down to claiming her, he needed to reassure himself that she truly was feeling better and not in pain. Because he planned to give her a workout.
Oh, he'd be gentle. He'd be sure of that, but oh how he longed to put her up on all fours and slam deep into her waiting wet pussy, his balls slapping against her again and again before he let loose his seed into her depths.
He took a deep breath. Steady, Matt.
Still fully dressed, he climbed onto the bed and braced himself above her on his hands and knees. He peered into her beautiful blue eyes. "You're sure you're not in any pain?"
"I do have some strange aches," she replied, chewing her bottom lip. Her eyes darted to the side, not looking at him. "In my... you know... um... down there," she finally managed to say though her face heated in an adorable way.
"Look at me, sweetheart." Slowly she turned back to him. "There is nothing to be ashamed of, remember? We are married. Your body is meant to be shared with me and mine is meant to be shared with you." He kissed the tip of her nose and she giggled. "I'm glad you have some aching 'down there.' It means you are eager for me to claim you. Make you mine. Is that true?"
"Y-yes," she said. "Oh yes. I don't know what all these sensations are, Matt, but I know that it feels wonderful and I keep wanting something and I don't even know what it is."
"All in good time, my sweet girl. All in good time." Reluctantly he got off the bed. He hated parting from her, but he was also desperate to shed his clothes.
He kept his back to her as he unbuttoned his shirt and pants, then pulled off his boots and left everything in a careless pile. This was not the time to worry about tidiness. It was a relief to remove his pants and allow his cock to spring free from the constraint. It seemed he'd been hard for hours waiting for this moment.
When he turned back to the bed, his bride's eyes were on him and her brows rose as she took in the view of his erect manhood. "Oh," she gasped. "Oh, my." She licked her lips and seemed unable to take her eyes off his cock.
Nothing wrong with that. It was flattering as hell. He felt the same way about looking at her. She was smooth and creamy and soft. Just like he'd imagined. Better, actually since she was here in his home and bed and not in his imagination.
He stood next to the bed for a moment as she watched him, then she shifted a few inches, making room for him next to her. It was all the invitation he needed and he climbed in next to her. Slipping his arm beneath her shoulders, he rolled her to her side so they faced each other, his hand trailed along the curve of her hip and up her arm. He watched as her breathing sped up, shallow gasps of air coming from her mouth.
"You're so beautiful, Lizzie. Thank you for answering my ad. For making the trip and agreeing to be my bride. I don't know if I've ever been happier and I want to make you happy too."
She sniffled and tears moistened her eyes. "Thank you," she whispered. "You sure say the nicest things. I-I'm glad to be here too. And I'm proud to be your wife."
He cupped the back of her head in his palm and held her steady while he lowered his face and kissed her. It started out tenderly but it didn't take long for their mutual attraction and passion to ignite. Her hands, tentative and unsure at first, touched his shoulders and slid down over his chest, grazing his nipples and then over the flat of his stomach.
He explored her mouth with his tongue and she arched her body closer to his. Rolling her onto her back, he held himself over her on his hands and kissed along her throat then lower until he pulled the pink tip of one breast into his mouth.
"Oh. Oh my. Oh my oh my." She covered his head with her hands and held him in place while she continued to mumble incoherently.
He moved over to the other breast, giving it the same attention while he kneaded the first in his hand. They were perfect, round and firm and filling his hand.
Shifting, he supported himself with his knees on either side of her hips and used his hands to caress her breasts, teasing the nipples with his fingers while she writhed her head from side to side and called out his name.
Finally, he could stand it no longer. He'd meant to go slow and be gentle with her, but her cries of eagerness and the way she bucked her hips against his thighs did away with his resolve. Slipping his hand between her legs, he stroked a finger into the wetness of her core.
Her eyes shot open and she stared down at him. "Matt?"
"Hush now, sweetheart. Nothing to be worried about. I didn't hurt you, did I?"
"Oh no. Not at all." Her hair was loose and wild around her shoulders and her eyes had gotten large like she was concerned.
"Now, remember how much you liked it when I touched you here after your bath? And gave you a climax?"
She blushed. "Yes, I remember."
"Well, I'm going to touch you here some more. It makes your inside passage wet and ready for me."
"Ready for you to do what?" She propped herself on her elbows and looked at him.
Oh good heavens. Was she that much of an innocent?
"Um. I'm going to put my cock," he gestured toward the appendage, "inside you, here." He pushed a finger deep inside her and worked it around the walls. "Feel how wet you are? That means
