I tried to snatch my hand back, but Austin held it firm and his manhood only swelled quicker, forcing my premature climax to even greater heights. I covered my face with my free hand, using it as the most ineffective hiding place in the world, as vocal bursts of pure pleasure squeezed out from between clenched teeth.
Pulses of humming ecstasy radiated from my clit, making my toes curl until I thought I was going to get cramps in my feet, and leaving me with quivering legs as it faded away.
A cold chill went down my spine as I comprehended what had just happened. Austin was used to pin-up girls, models, his pick of the groupies. Girls who were good at sex.
What would he think of me now? I knew he saw my purity ring before but did he, in his wildest dreams, realize just how inexperienced I was?
So much for ‘the sexual being’ I’d labelled myself only a few minutes before. When I raised my eyes to look at him, he’d be disappointed, I was sure of it.
“I-I’m sorry,” I stuttered. That didn’t seem to cut it.
“What? That is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. You fuckin’ worship that cock, little girl.”
If he was lying, he was good at it. My embarrassment gave way to a fresh uprising of hope and anticipation as I basked in the glow of Austin’s undiminished sexual hunger.
He twisted his grip on my hair, making me suck a breath in through my teeth, when a jolt of excitement in my chest flashed in response to the sting on my scalp. Austin was seemingly in charge of my every movement, in this case tilting my ear up to him.
“Time for you to show me that sweet little pussy you thought you were saving for somebody else,” he whispered harshly.
Under my hand I could still feel the object of my worship, harder than ever, trapped down his pants leg as it strained against the material. He shuffled backwards and I thought he was going to free it from its prison, but instead he kept going until he was off the bed.
Austin grabbed my ankles and unceremoniously dragged me towards him until my ass was on the edge of the bed, with him between my legs. I propped myself up on my elbows, feeling my legs shaking from the vulnerability of my position, as well as the trailing edges of my orgasm.
My husband may have been fake, but there was no denying the reality of my arousal, as he reached up under my dress and continued what he’d started in the car when he pulled my panties down. He took his time, but there was a fire burning in his eyes that hinted at a raw passion held in check by sheer force of willpower.
I had to point my toes in the air so he could take my underwear off completely. He cast them aside, just one more pair of panties he’d melted in his life. He caught my legs and draped them over his shoulders.
With slow inevitability, he pushed my dress up, exposing inch after inch of my upper legs to his eyes. I watched his face for the moment, the moment, when a man saw my completely inexperienced, but eager, sex for the first time.
Would he compare it against others he’d seen? Would he like the Brazilian that the beautician had given me, after insisting that it was part of the standard bridal package? A million questions and doubts raced through my mind.
Austin was moving torturously slowly, and I was hyper-aware of every breath I was taking, my chest rising and falling and my heart beating hard within it. Austin’s eyes narrowed and he licked his lips before the corner curled up in that one-sided smile, the one he wore so often when he had me at his mercy.
“You were born to take my cock, Skylar. What a fucking perfect little pink pussy.”
What was happening seemed beyond impossible. I was exposed like never before to a man, my desire blatantly displayed through my orgasmic reaction, and the sopping wet mess he’d made of my pussy without having even touched it yet.
I was under his control, and he wanted me. More than that, I wanted him too, and for the first time in my life, that was just fine.
I bit my lip and squirmed pleasurably as he lifted one leg so he could plant a kiss on my calf, then started pecking his way upwards. When he reached the back of my knee, I moaned in surprised pleasure and collapsed back on the bed, running my hands through my hair and over my breasts.
Austin responded instantly, lingering there, holding me in place with a hand on my lower navel and all that muscle and strength, tempered by countless hours of training in the gym and combat in the ring. Every lick of his tongue, suck of his lips and prickle of his stubble was lightly mirrored by some confusion of nerves along my outer labia.
Involuntarily, I bucked my hips as much as he let me, unconsciously seeking out the source of that stimulation, trying to grind myself against something that wasn’t even there. I was being tormented by pleasure and, slowly, I reached towards my sex.