WARNING! EROTIC!
29.
~ Her Major relaxed his hold around her body. Ariadne felt a rush of nervous excitement flow through her body at the prospect of what would happen next. She had never been with a man before and felt the inevitable had finally arrived.
She swallowed hard and knew she must have looked frightened.
"Ariadne." Arthur said. His voice different somehow. It had taken on a ragged tone as his eyes stayed focused on her.
He took a deep breath.
"I know your leg must be hurting you. If you don't want to... I mean it's alright." He whispered in the darkness.
"No. I... I want to. I've just..." She felt embarrassment well up. She didn't know how to talk about such things with him. "I don't know anything." She said feebly.
He was smiling then as she shifted off his foot. His arms neatly around her, preventing her from falling.
"You want to be with me?" He asked softly in the stillness of the their temporary home.
"Your my husband. Of course I want to be with you." She whispered. Her hands shaking as she wondered what would happen next.
Arthur's hands were in her hair as he was kissing her forehead.
"Let's go to bed." He whispered.
~ Arthur had lost his own virginity to Linda a year before they broke up. She had wanted to be with him and, at the time, he thought they would eventually get married. He was young and anxious to give into the needs that pulsed wildly in his body.
However, since meeting Ariadne, he had felt that hot lust burn low and was satisfied. He wanted her, certainly. Yet, not in the hurried, wanton way that made his body uncontrollable. What he wanted from her was much more intimate. He wanted her as well as her body.
She looked at him nervously as he picked her up again. Her slight weight feeling good in his arms as he carried her the few steps to their bed.
The girl he dreamed into life looking back at him with worried, frightened eyes.
"Arthur, I don't... I don't know what to do." She whispered as he laid her down on the bed. Her blue dress catching the light. Her perfect skin and dark hair were enhanced by the red lipstick and slight blush on her cheeks. She looked like a fairy tale princess as he removed his dress jacket.
He knew she liked the way he looked in uniform. The way her eyes would gaze over his ribbons. The way her breathing would pick up whenever she first saw him. It was one of the reasons he always dressed well for her.
"You don't have to know what to do." He whispered as he slipped off his shoes and climbed into bed with her. His lean body coming to rest on top of hers.
He felt her hands automatically go up to his chest. A natural instinct to stop him.
"Shh." He said pulling her hands down to her side. Letting his body fully rest on hers. "Were married now. It's alright. It's alright." He whispered as his lips caressed her ear and neck.
"Arthur." She panted weakly as he could feel her body relax under his.
He kissed her lips gently. He loved kissing her. Loved the feel of her perfect lips making contact with his. Her worried eyes looking back at his.
He pulled away from her slightly as his hand wandered over her blue dress. He had always loved this dress on her. Loved the color of it. How she looked in it. He was glad she had worn it on their wedding day. His fingers easily undoing the buttons. Exposing her slip and bra.
"Arthur." She panted as her natural modesty tried to cover herself.
"I'm your husband." He reassured her. His hand wandering till it dove into her opened front. His finger finding and pulling on her breast. Tugging on her nipple that was still protected by her bra.
He heard her gasp and moan slightly. He felt a triumphant smile tug his mouth. She was enjoying him. A lifetime of engrained, modest behavior was melting away under his touch.
"Arthur, I love you." She whispered as he ached to put her breast in his mouth. Ached to touch the loveliness between her legs that was his for the taking.
"I love you to." He said pulling her nipple harder so that she gasped.
Her big eyes darting back to him worriedly. Her breathing picking up as his fingers went to unbutton the rest of her dress. So easily those buttons gave way as the delight of her underthings greeted him. His hand grazing up her leg and up her dress as he kissed her lips. A moan escaping her as his hand reached her garter belt and undid her stocking without breaking their contact of lips and breath.
He knew she was scared. That most girls were. It was proof she had never been with a man before him and he was elated by the idea she was untouched by another. Her small body moving with him as he felt his need prickle into arousal.
He wanted her. Wanted to feel his bare skin on hers so desperately, he felt it burn. His hand was still under her slip as he could feel her panties. A heat coming off her secret, unexplored place. He felt himself smile. His wife wanted him. Her own lust was undeniable.
~ "Arthur." She panted as she felt his hand graze over a place no one else had touched. She was shocked at the feel of his rough calloused hands on her delicate sex. His flesh was foreign and felt so perfect on her.
"Lay back." He said in a husky whisper as he pulled away from her. His body still clad in his uniform as she did as she was told and relaxed into their bed. His hand fondling her just outside of her panties. Then, she almost stopped breathing as his hand dipped over her underwear and started exploring her. A sadistic smile and light in his eyes as she gasped over the intrusion.
Was it normal for it to feel so good? Some of the girls had whispered that being alone with a husband was not supposed to feel good. That it was a duty and nothing more. She couldn't stop a small cry as his thumb caressed over a part of her sex that made her body spasm and her heart beat wildly.
He was chuckling.
"Arthur." She panted sitting up straighter as his fingers dipped into her body. His thumb back on that magic place that made her body jump involuntary and made small squeals of pleasure escape from her lips.
"Yes, Dear?" He said mockingly. His eyes mischievous as his calloused thumb pressed lightly on that strange place again and made her body rock. "Is there anything wrong?" He asked in a teasing voice.
He rocked his fingers inside her as his thumb played over her. She was forced to grab hold of his shirt or risk dieing of pleasure.
She moaned and almost cried from the elation of it.
"Say it." He whispered gruffly into her ear. "Tell me you like it." He ordered her. As though she were one of his men.
"I..." She panted sharply as his hands became more forceful.
"Tell me you like it, or I'll stop." He growled as his thumb made a rotation around that place and she almost screamed.
"I like it!" She said louder then she thought she should. "Please... please don't stop." She panted.
"Alright." he said and she felt so grateful to him for allowing her to feel this way. Her legs spread shamelessly to him and her hand going over his. Making his hand stay where it was. She didn't care if it was wrong or not. She was liking this too much.
"Take your dress off." He ordered as her body jerked under the work of his hand.
She nodded as her mind felt foggy and stupid. She shed her dress and when he ordered her to take off her slip, she did so without a second thought. His hands never leaving the place between her legs as she relaxed under his attentions.
"Your bra. I want to see your breasts." He said huskily. His fingers and thumbs rolling over her excited desire as she wanted to live forever with him doing this.
She looked back at him numbly. No one had seen her breasts till that night in the hospital. Even though he had seen them before, it felt strange to willingly be naked with him.
She suddenly realized she was shaking her head.
"I'm your husband. Do it." He ordered as his thumb rudely pressed harder over that strange place on her sex and made her lose her balance and fall back on her elbows. Her uninjured leg falling back weakly as he played between her legs.
She nodded and took her bra off. The cool air of night hitting her hot, excited skin. She automatically put her arms over her breasts as his hand increased tempo. Her hips rocking shamefully with his movements.
"Put your hands down." He growled as she could feel his fingers explore deeper inside her.
"Major." She panted and suddenly, her panties were town away and he was on her. His mouth suckling her breast as though he meant to be fed by them.
"I like it when you call me Major." He said in a voice she wasn't sure was his.
"Major!" she gasped weakly as she could feel his hands rub wildly over her.
~ Arthur had never been so excited. Never had his need felt harder. The few times with Linda, he had burned hot for her. For the carnal act they would share. But as soon as it was complete, he wanted nothing more to do with her. Didn't want her skin on his.
His Ariadne, was different. He wanted to be like this with her always. He couldn't stand to be away from her skin. Her flesh so soft and untouched as his fingers delved into her. Her passage was tight and wet under his work. He didn't want her to be hurt from the loss of her virginity. Her innocence was so charming, yet he knew she might be frightened of their future couplings if he hurt her.
She was already scared of what might happen as his need was painfully strapped in his pants.
He couldn't wait, not a moment longer. He pulled away from her. Her beautiful body in the dim light. Her soft, pale skin was luminous in the bed as he roughly pulled off his dress shirt and started on his pants.
A look of panic came to his wife's eyes as she realized what was happening.
"It's alright." He said leaning closer to her. One hand in her hair, the other unbuttoning his pants. The rush of air on his member making it jump. His hand stroking it lightly as he didn't want to frighten her.
"Arthur. Oh my God." She said looking at him with a shocked expression.
"Your a nurse, you've seen men naked before." He said stroking his need. Surely his body wasn't a total shock.
"Not like this." She almost cried as she moved away from him slightly. He leaned closer to her. His arms trapping her beneath him. Not willing to let her go.
He loved how frightened she was. Loved the contrast of her to his former lover. Linda had been the one to educate him and her methods were rough and he had almost felt violated. Now, with his wife, he felt like man. A man about to perform his husbandly duty on his new bride.
"It's alright." He whispered as he kissed her. His hands going back to her tight sex. She was still wet for him.
"Arthur." She protested as her eyes darted back to his erection. He couldn't help but feel pleased she was scared of being taken. That his member was frightening to her.
His thumb roamed over her clitoris and she bucked her hips involuntarily.
"Major, please." She cried as he felt his need rage to be inside her when she called him by his rank. His shaft hard and wanting to feel how hot and wet she truly was.
He settled himself between her legs as his lips never left hers. His fingers rubbing and abusing her delicate womanhood till she was senseless.
"If I could spare you this pain, I would." He panted before driving himself into her.
He could feel the virgin's barrier try to stop him. Her inner walls, already tight, contracted hard around him. Ariadne gasped sharply and tried to push him off her. His strong body, a warrior's body, kept her with him. His lips kissing her neck and she let out a moan of pain.
He pushed himself hard into her and she screamed as he felt himself fully penetrate her.
"I'm sorry." he panted as she felt so wonderful. Her passage was so hot and tight around his member that he fought for breath. His body alive with feelings he didn't know existed.
She moaned uncomfortably under him as he was kissing her.
"Major." She cried as her breathing slowed.
"I'm sorry." He whispered again. His lips on her cheek and neck. He started to rock inside her. Her body tensing up again. Her desire contracting hard around him as he knew she must have found that a strange sensation.
He kept his thrusting as gentle as he could. His lips never leaving her as he told her he loved her over and over again. The contact of her breasts on his bare chest was addictive and he loved the feel of her delicate flesh on his war ravaged body.
She was gasping hard as he suddenly felt her inner walls spasm around him.
"Major!" She shrieked. Not in pain, but with a new sensation.
"It's alright." He breathed as he rode her with a faster pace. She was moaning as her body shamelessly opened up to him. His mind reeling over how beautiful she was and how she was his. His martial claim complete. Their union consummated fully as she shuttered hard at her release.
~ Ariadne had not been expecting that. Her climax was an unknown thing to her as her husband's assault continued. The sharp pain of him entering her had lasted only a moment before she was rewarded by the feeling of forbidden delights. Like little surges of electricity bursting to life inside her body.
When she finally came down from that place, he was still on her, still in her.
"Arthur." She groaned helplessly as his lust seemed to never be satisfied.
"Your so beautiful." He groaned as he slammed himself into her. Her body absorbing each blow as she suddenly knew she was beautiful. Suddenly felt like she was the most beautiful creature ever.
~ Arthur had never lasted so long. His poor wife was exhausted and he knew she couldn't take anymore. Her kitten like mews coming from her lips as she tried to move away told him her body wasn't used to everything that was happening.
He wanted her. He couldn't stop now. No matter how much she begged him. No matter how exhausted she was. He could never stop now.
~ She was relived when he had finally groaned out a savage completion. His rhythm slowing as her sex felt tender and over stimulated. Her husbands hands returned to her delicate folds as he pulled himself slowly out and push gently in again.
"No." She panted as her hands went between her legs. "I can't... I can't anymore." She breathed as he was smiling at her. His lips on her breast as she couldn't protect her body from him. She couldn't guard her sex and her breasts at the same time and if he was denied one, he would take the other.
"Arthur." She panted.
"Some couples, they spend all day in bed." He whispered into her ear as she was grateful he seemed satisfied, for the moment.
She was breathing hard. Thankful her body was given a chance to calm down. Her husband refusing to let her cover up. Claiming she was too beautiful to cover up.
"You just rest for a little while." He said running his fingers through her hair. Smoothing out a stray lock that had matted to her neck.
She nodded as she reveled in the night air kissing her naked body.
"Just rest. Then we can go again." He said.