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The way he stretches me makes me feel full to bursting. It is pleasant, no matter how much I wish to deny it.
"You feel so good around me, Lianna. I want to fill you up with me." He says, thrusting faster. I moan low in my throat as he pounds into me.
He thrusts hard once, twice, three more times before I feel him throb and pulse inside me, warmth flooding my inside. He groans as he releases inside me, holding me tightly and kissing me all over.
He pulls out slowly, I feel him drip out of me and into my crack. We are both sweaty and breathing hard.
"You have your voice back?" He asks, looking up at me.
I open my mouth to speak, clearing it once before I say, "I expect a bath after such treatment." I say quietly, not looking at him.
He laughs and flops down beside me, pulling me close and kissing my forehead.
"Of course, Lianna. Whatever you wish." He says, a smile in his voice.
We talk much this night. Telling how we admired each other at the dances, how he always looked out for me when I came by his shop. How he couldn't help asking for my hand when I came in and asked for a sweet that one day.
I admit that I thought him the most attractive man in the village.
He takes me many times that night, until we fall asleep and start over the next day.
We only stop when Naomi interrupts to bring breakfast, and as is to be expected, I have very strong words for her.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousabout 4 years agoLol, already my mind is churning and inventing the world in which this scene takes place.
The truth of of it is of course that history has not been kind to women, conditioned from the beginning to accept so much less than men. Don’t get me wrong it’s not as thought I’m a militant feminist and I know it hasn’t been a walk in the park for men either. The thing is I’m not sure that men in general actually realise what life is like for women, every interaction is a risk assessment, every journey is judged; what to wear, when to travel, what route to take. Do men do that too? From infancy we’re trained in awareness the irony of course is that we get blamed if we’re assaulted because we should have known better. Yeah, we’re still a long way from equality.
Huh that went a bit philosophical. Thanks for the stories.
Tess (UK)
Anonymousalmost 6 years agoI really liked this story.
Hope to see more stories from you in the future.
