Runaway Bride

His hands caress my body, and his lips run down my neck to transport my being to a place where only he and I exist. I wanted this as much as I tried to breathe. I want Darío. I want him inside me as he whispers my name and loves me as he did in the lake.

“You’re beautiful.” He kisses one of my breasts; his mouth is like heaven.

His words are shocking to me, as he can’t see me.

He sucks and tastes me. He lightly bites my nipple, and my body vibrates, seduced by the wetness of his lips.

“You don’t see me.” I smile shyly.

I am with Darío at last, no reservations, no lies in between. We trust each other.

“Just because I can’t see you now doesn’t mean I don’t know what you look like, that I don’t feel your body and skin next to mine. You are perfect for me. If you let me love you... if my blindness doesn’t...”

“I’ll be here, I told you a while ago. If you want me in your life, I have no intention of leaving you.”

“I want you in my life, Tatiana,” he whispers. One of his hands runs down my belly to leave my bristling skin in its wake, eager for him to caress me where my pleasure hides.

“You’re going to drive me insane.” I kiss his neck.

His back has sparse, fine hairs, as fine as bits of sewing thread. His chest has them, too, perhaps in less quantity.

He throws himself at my lips. I don’t know how it’s possible that just having his body next to me makes me feel him everywhere. I like it. I love it!

“Never insane. I’ll make you see stars.” His fingers begin to caress my sex.

My erect, thick clit is raised, hungry and happy from the attention Darío’s knowing fingers are giving it.

“It’s magic,” I murmur. I almost don’t recognize my own voice.

“You don’t know anything yet, precious. The magic is about to come.”

His voice is like an aphrodisiac. It wraps around me and seduces me.

I throw my arms around him and pull him tight against me. I part my lips even further apart and gently draw his mouth, as well as his tongue in deeper, and the pleasure is even more intense. He moves as I would love for him to move inside me. As he kisses me, his fingers intensify the caress on my pussy. I melt under the touch of his hands.

are a transport to paradise, straight

us. We are just skin against skin. We tear off our clothes in a hurry. Because of the strength and desire that overcomes

as I feel myself getting closer to climax.

is that I want Darío. He is the one I want, the

at this

between his hands until I manage to get out from under his body. “What

you. I want to taste you.” My sex cries out for his touch, but I ignore

this to give myself completely, caress him, and satiate every part of me that needs him. To explore what we couldn’t explore because we didn’t have time. This is the

“Tatiana,” he growls.

fear. These are strange sensations to me, but I feel a compelling need to fulfill them, to taste them, to have them. I want to enjoy Darío. However, I also long to give him the same

asks tenderly, but I don’t give in. A fierce beast has awakened, and I have but one purpose for

about the two of us. It is our time. Now it’s

not

climb on top of him. But, instead, I pause to scrutinize his huge, erect, blunt-tipped penis that’s a

don’t know myself!

is this that has

my ravenous state. I don’t consider for a second asking him for condoms. I don’t want them, not now. I just want to feel my husband. I long

“Ta... Tatia... na...”

his penis moistened by pre-seminal fluid. I push it all the way in and pull it out again. I watch him from below;

get my rhythm. I go up and down, lick and absorb his

but one

like the way his body looks taut and willing at the same time. How his veins show through his

him for

nibble around his member. I hold him with both hands; I move up and down his foreskin to stroke hard

between a grunt and a

oxygen. That gets me passionate and turned on. I put

drop down on his wet cock. I’m slippery, wet as ever, and that makes it easier

Can you feel me?” Slowly, I begin to move. He brings his hands up to my hips and holds them tightly. “I like that,” I confess,

from the force with which

thrusts a little more. I ride him, possessed and amazed by the pleasure of the friction