Fetish / Larys Strong

36. Melting Point

 Larys lips were already on hers. She melted into him.

"Kiss me some more." Blyana demanded as he pulled back.

"My Goddess." he whispered. His lips on hers as he pulled her back, pulling her into their chambers, pushing the door shut impatiently as his hands peeled at her dress.

His hands rubbed gently up and down her legs, putting her at ease, taking his time, rushing nothing. He lifted one leg and pressed his lips to her calf while his long fingers wrapped completely around her ankle and his other hand stroked lovingly along her inner thigh, sending a shiver up her body while he kissed the sensitive spot behind her knee. 

Blyana giggled, feeling funny with her leg up in the air, till he grinned at her and very gently eased it over his shoulder. Before she realized what he was doing he had ducked in between her knees, moving his whole body into the space between her legs.

"My wife." He whispered.

"Don't make me wait another minute, Husband." Blyana demanded weaving her fingers in his hair.

Larys broke into a little laugh, keeping his eyes on Blyana as he tentatively pressed his hand against her core, pulling back wet fingers. Even with her underwear still on, his touch was searingly hot and the reaction in her body was immediate. Her hips pushed up, pushing into his hand.

"Everyday, for the rest of our lives... I'm going to take my time tonight, it that alright love?" Larys told her kissing at her thighs.

Blyana struggled to form the simple word to answer him; he always had a way with words, a way of making her speechless. He rubbed his palm against the crotch of her panties as he leaned forward to press a feather light kiss to her bellybutton, chuckling quietly at how obvious her desire was building with every little touch. He took pity on her and raised his head to look at Blyana, amusement dancing in his eyes.

"I excuse you from having to give verbal answers when a nod or shake of the head will suffice," he said with a wide grin, "since you seem to be having trouble with it."

A warm flush of embarrassment crept up her chest to her ears and Blyana nodded her understanding and agreement. His hand pressed a little harder, he moved out from between her legs and slipped his fingers under the sides of her panties.

"I think it's about time to remove these." He remarked. Blyana couldn't believe this was their life, after everything, all the pain and all the love, and now a baby, some days it seemed like a wonderful dream. He was already tugging her panties down, just a tiny bit, knowing she was going to say yes, she never said no to him, but liking to torment her still. Larys chuckled moving up to kiss her impatient for her lips before slithering back between her legs. His hand went back to her panties and he pulled them down, very slowly, his eyes no longer on her face but watching hungrily as the silk was peeled away to reveal her inch by inch.

"You are so beautiful," he groaned breathlessly. 

He bent over and kissed her on the pubic bone, just above her clit, letting his chin bump her not once but twice before he nuzzled his face into her. It was pure heaven and absolute torture and a million other things in between the two, and as his tongue licked softly over the outside of her folds before he opened them gently with his fingers to explore inside. She wanted that tongue and those fingers and that incredible cock inside of her forever and she wanted all of it now.

"Larys..." Blyana moaned out. "please, right now...I...I want you."

He must have known he was going to have to be the voice of reason whether he wanted the job or not; a deep groan rumbled in his throat and he pressed down on her thighs, pulling his face away from her long enough to get her attention.

"No rushing, my lovely, lovely wife... slow and easy, remember?" He lowered his face between her legs again and pressed his mouth over her clit, his tongue massaging it, coaxing her into complete arousal. A long finger very gently nudged in between her folds and pushed lightly, teasing against her opening. "Are you sure you are ready?"

Blyana nodded, chewing a raw spot into her bottom lip as he slowly slipped his finger in, moving it around very gently, testing her. 

"Larys!" Blyana whimpered in exasperation. He curled his finger a bit and looked up at her again. He slipped his finger out and moved his hand down to her bottom. He pressed that same finger lightly against her back opening. Blyana murmured and he deftly pushed it in, causing her to suck in her breath in surprise even though she knew it was coming. Blyana laughed as he moved up to kiss her on the lips.

He kissed her softly again and lowered himself onto her, holding most of his weight on his forearms, she gasped a little when his stomach came down against hers.

"I love you," he murmured against her throat, kissing his way down in a maddeningly slow pattern of alternating kisses, licks, kisses, licks... she sighed and raised her arms to drape around his neck, hugging him tight, forcing him to stop his downward descent.

He raised his head and looked her in the eyes, understanding what she wanted.

"Are you ready for me, love?" Blyana stared back at him for a long few heartbeats, and then she whispered.

"Yes."

He smiled so sweetly that her heart felt tight and warm. She absolutely was ready for him. More than that, she wanted him. He was hers forever more.

His eyes came straight up to her - not to her chest, not to the rest of her completely naked body - to her eyes, and they stayed there until the slow smile that was spreading across his beautiful face had completely taken over his mouth and he whispered.

"I love you, my wife."

"I love you, my husband."