And me.
Such a delicate creature, but powerful. Forbidden. Her curves tempted me to do worse than touch, and yet she thrust her breast into my hand and sighed as I rolled the aching bud in my fingers.
This caress wasn’t meant to test her willpower. I wanted to give her pleasure. I longed for her to accept it, surrender to it. She tensed, eager for release already.
And I could give it to her.
My desire for her was as dangerous as sin, but she needed no protection from me. I worshipped her spirit. I adored her body. I’d bless every curve with the brush of my fingertips. For a chance to earn her devoted whisper, I’d submit just as she had surrendered.
Body. Will. Soul.
My hands drifted low, and her breath caught with a smile. She angled her hips to press against my cock, and every wiggle gave her a thrill of pleasure.
Once, I believed this would be an abomination, that she would please herself and it would desecrate her in some way.
Never again.
Her eyes fluttered closed as the rough cotton teased her slickening body. She wetted for me. I felt her heat and imagined what softness awaited me. Every arch forward rewarded her with a groan of delight, and every retreat of her hips shuddered her breath.
She deserved more than the bunched fabric of my pants against that heavenly secret.
My fingers threaded between her slick petals. Honor’s shiver surged adrenaline through my body. She braced herself against the heat of my hand. I stared into her eyes and teased that swollen, delicate, beautiful nub.
“Father…” Her words gasped between the strikes of pleasure. “I want you.”
And I wanted her.
Hard and gentle.
Fast and slow.
Upon her back and on her knees.
Was it possible to both praise and destroy this woman? Could I adore and desecrate her in the same touch, the same breath? She wetted for me, readied and begging for my invasion.
My mounting.
My love making?
I feared taking her too hard, just as I worried I’d never take her enough. Honor soothed me.
She tugged the waistband of my pants low. My cock sprang free, thick and vulgar and throbbing hard enough to stand. The weight and size of it thudded against her slit.
I shouldn’t have taken pride in the length. I’d impale her if she did what I prayed she’d do.
What I needed her to do.
This desire had to be dark and terrible. It was too powerful for anything good.
My cock would pierce inside of her. Siphon her breath and strength and rend through her.
Beautiful innocence teased the devil in me. I wouldn’t survive denying myself the pleasure.
She tugged too gently over my shaft, still unsure of what I liked, the pressure I needed. My little temptress had no idea what she did to me. She straddled me, unaware of the fires that would burn us both.
It didn’t scare her.
Not my rasped breath. Not my fingers curling within the blankets.
Not even my pulsing cock, threatening her most vulnerable softness.
Honor moved before I could toss her away or pin her down. She rubbed the head of my cock against her silken folds. The heat nearly seared my flesh and bones away, revealing the aching soul beneath.
“I want this,” she whispered. “I want you inside of me. Taking me. Overwhelming me.”
And she could have it.
She lowered over me, and her tightness welcomed my length. Slowly. So slowly. She eased down upon me, every inch which invaded her a declaration of trust and forgiveness, desire and understanding.
I filled her.
She enveloped me.
I shuddered.
She groaned.
And within an eternity of moments, breaths, kisses, and shivers, I was sheathed inside her.
Her body clenched, but her grimace wasn’t of pain or shame. Her lips parted, and she whispered my name as her hips moved a gentle inch.
I would have come then.
That soft, forbidden slickness trembled over my cock. She groaned, moving once more, just enjoying how I pushed through her, how she stretched over me. She glided only an inch or two along my length, but shivered in a quick, fierce, and desperate response.
“Show me.” I didn’t recognize the strain in my voice.
Seize or give. Bless or defile.
“Pleasure yourself, my angel.”
Give yourself to me.
Teach me.
Absolve me.
Honor leaned over me, her hands on my chest and her hair falling before her face. She tensed, but she didn’t allow herself that peak. She kissed me. Her words murmured between parted lips and flicked tongues.
“Together.” She dared to take more of my thickness. “We’ll take our pleasure only from each other.”
She moved against me in such passion. Every arch of her back and grind of her hips took more of me within her—by her own will, at her own pace. Her breathing quivered, and I tensed as her fingers gripped me.
Not to hold me down. Not to pin me. Not to take.