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.

hands are a transport to paradise,

so soft, as do Darío’s hands, though I can feel the strength hidden in those arms. Nothing covers us. We are just skin against skin. We tear off our clothes in a hurry. Because of the strength and desire that overcomes us, everything is scattered on the floor. We throw each garment away without thinking about where it fell since we were too hasty as we entered the

I feel

only thing I know for sure is that I

thing I can conceive of at this

his hands until I manage to get out from under his

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 chance

“Tatiana,” he growls.

them, to taste them, to have them. I want to

is about you. Let me please you, my beautiful dragonfly,” he asks tenderly, but I don’t give in. A

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

not

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

don’t know

has awakened in

into an attack as if I were starving, and only eating that rich phallus could soothe 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 to start my own family

“Ta... Tatia... na...”

mouth lands on his penis moistened by pre-seminal fluid. I push it all the way in and pull it out again. I watch him

go up and down, lick and absorb his taste. It’s a pleasure

done an act like this before, but one thing

looks taut and willing at the same time. How his veins show through his arms, thick and throbbing. How his penis rises and enlarges

the taste of you.” I taste him for the umpteenth time and suck hard. “You’re

up a little more. I gently nibble around his member. I hold him with both hands; I move up and down his foreskin to stroke hard with my fingers the throbbing, stiff, robust, and perfect penis.

you real?” I ask in between a grunt

passionate and turned on. I put it

climb on his hips and slowly drop down on his wet cock. I’m slippery, wet as ever, and that makes it easier for his member to enter my small sex.

this real enough? 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, naughty.

seized with passion from the force with which he holds

little more.