Sold as a Mail Order Bride

Katrina Chapter 6

Oh, the taste of him was heaven. His mouth moved over mine, his tongue tracing the seam of my lips. His chest rose and fell in rhythm with mine, yet he worshipped my mouth in slow, easy strokes as though they had all day, all year, to just stand there and nibble.

His kiss sent a thrilling ripple from my head to my toes. It was the most erotic thing I had ever engaged in. I had no idea a kiss, just a simple meeting of mouths could arouse so. I ached with it. Going on tiptoe, I wound my arms around his neck, angled my head, dove into paradise.

His palms traveled from the underneath side of my raised arms, down to my rib cage, his fingers flexing against my back, his thumbs barely brushing the outer swell of my breasts. With a moan of pure masculine sensory pleasure, he drew me even closer, wrapped me in his strong embrace, set me on fire, and cherished me at the same time.

I pressed my body into him as hard as I could, squirming with a combination of satisfaction and the need for more. He worked one of his thick, muscular thighs between my legs, and I moaned in satisfaction as I ground down into it.

Both of his hands sliding down my back to grab the globes of my ass and guide my hips as they worked. I could feel him throbbing against the muscles of my stomach. I could do this forever.

Alex God, You are so amazing, Katrina. You are so f*****g hot.

He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and helped me to lean back, supporting me. As my hips continued to grind against his, he bent down and kissed along my collarbone, then made his way across the soft mound of my breast. He took my n****e in his mouth and treated it with the rough flat of his tongue.

I threw my head back and cried out, feeling like I might fly into pieces. He moved to the other n****e and gave that one the same treatment, and suddenly my body was out of my control. My hips bucked desperately, and I cried out, Daddy! And, suddenly, I was cumming so hard that I thought I might lose consciousness.

The next thing I was aware of was being cradled in Daddy’s arms. My limbs were shaking. I could not have stood on my own feet if I had wanted to, which I did not. Being held by him was wonderful. He lowered me onto the bed, then lowered himself over me.

I could feel him, pressing between my legs, grinding against me, and even though every touch was almost more than I could stand so soon after my orgasm, I welcomed it. It was Alex, my husband, and my Daddy. It was wonderful. He entered me slowly, panting, eyes closed, and I knew he wanted more and wanted it fast and wanted it now.

He was taking his time for my sake. He was letting me adjust to him. I was grateful. He was so big, so strong, and I was still shaking like a dandelion in the wind. I wrapped my arms and legs around him to steady myself and breathed deeply as he began to thrust into me.

The force of his thrusts was enough that it moved the bed. If I had not been hanging on, I thought, I would have been driven into the wall. It was so powerful, so intense. I doubted there was any other man alive who could have given me something like this, who could have taken me so commandingly.

I lifted my hips to meet him, taking him deeper, letting myself get carried away with it all, and when Daddy cried out and snapped his hips forward, twitching with pleasure, I came for the second time.

He lifted me up and carried me to the shower, bracing my body against his as he reached in to adjust the water. Daddy got into the shower, bringing me with him, and held me up under the spray. I probably could not have stood on my own, I thought idly.

But it did not matter. He had me. He washed my hair with orange-scented shampoo, tore open the bar of soap, and ran it over my arms, legs, and torso, the whole time holding me propped against his own body. By the time he had opened the soap, I was fully aroused again, and Alex seemed to know exactly what I needed. He shifted his grip on me carefully, one arm wrapping around me to cradle my right breast, and the other hand circling my waist dipping between my legs.

Baby girl, you are so needy, he said, marveling. God, you are beautiful.

I whined, swollen and desperate, beyond words, and pushed myself into his hands.

I have got you, he said quietly, his thumb circling my n****e as two fingers found their way inside me and stroked. It is okay, baby girl. I will give it to you as much as you need it. You do not need to worry about that.

I lost myself in the sensations as his skilled hands worked my body, playing me like a delicate instrument and coaxing another orgasm from me.

He turned me to face the shower wall and entered me from behind this time, fingers still working between my legs. He f****d me slowly and gently, seeming to know how sensitive I must be now, bringing me gradually along.

I can not believe it, she thought. I can not believe I am going to come again. But the tension was building in her, a tension she recognized all too well, and she began f*****g herself back onto him, increasing their pace.

He picked up on the cue and worked his fingers faster, and as I cried out my pleasure. I started to slide down the shower wall, but Alex caught me. He helped me out of the shower, grabbed a towel, and wrapped it around me, holding me close. I have got you, he said. Take your time.

When I woke up the next morning tender, but happy Alex walked into the room with a platter full of breakfast items and coffee. He even put a single red rose on the tray. Did you rest well, wife? He wanted to know. I shake my head that yes I was well-rested and thank him for breakfast in bed.

Alex tells me that we have a full day of training to do and that we are going to begin after breakfast. I want to spend the whole day exploring each other's bodies and also test you with more spankings. I begin to eat my breakfast and he watches me the whole time. Once I am done eating, he lifts the tray up and takes it off the bed.

If you need to go to the bathroom, do it now before we begin, he says. I walk into the bathroom naked and nervously do my customary morning routine. I look forward to knowing more about my new husband. I have a feeling today will be full of surprises as well as pain and pleasure.