#kurvo

This was familiar enough to things that you had done before, albeit without going any further, and you appreciated that he was trying to give you that sense of familiarity to soothe your anxieties. His hands roamed down to your hips, squeezing before a moan escaped your lips when he rolled his hips against yours, grinding against your clothed cunt with how your legs were parted to bring him as close as possible. 

“Is this ok?” He asked softly, lips grazing against yours. 

“Uh-huh.” Was all you could utter out with a nod of your head as you curled your arms further around his neck and tangled your fingers in his dark hair. 

“Good…” The word left his lips in a groan and his mouth met yours once more to swallow each of your sweet moans as he rocked his hips against yours, not caring in the slightest about how your wetness had seeped through your satin panties and was now staining the tight-fitting trousers he had yet to remove alongside his shirt which had been cast to the floor, bearing his toned torso to you. He was so tall and broad and you had always adored how he easily towered over you with his fëanorian stature but now it seemed so seductive as opposed to simply protective and it had you squeezing your thighs on either side of him, pushing your hips up in search of more friction. 

His lips left your mouth to pepper across your jaw and press against your neck, looking for the softest and most sensitive spots that had you tugging his hair and tilting your head back to allow him easier access. Deciding that you were prepped enough for now, his fingers slid down just a little further to the bows over your hips that were keeping your panties together. He appreciated your choice of undergarments being so easily accessible. Oh so slowly, he began to pull at the little bows, giving you enough time to say that you weren’t ready but you made no move to stop him and so the fabric fell loosely at your hips and you let out a soft moan when he pulled it away from your body, revealing the sheen of your wetness clinging to the material and your drooling slit to his hungry eyes. 

You looked away bashfully, cheeks warm with your shyness but your husband’s hands simply squeezed your thighs as he dipped his head down to capture your lips in a sweet kiss. A muffled squeak escaped your mouth when his fingers swiped through your folds, pushing your wetness upwards and brushing over your clit, causing your body to jolt up towards his at the unexpected pleasure. 

“Does that feel good?” You bit down on your kiss-swollen lip and nodded your head, reaching down to guide his fingers back to your clit. He watched in awe as you puffed out your breaths and squirmed beneath him, one hand having left his hair to feel over the hills of his abs while your thighs squeezed his waist, legs wrapping around him to keep him close. His fingers dipped down further and in response to the whine you let out at the loss of stimulation, his thumb began to rub at you where his fingers had just been as he sank one finger slowly into you. 

“More! More, Kurvo, please.” You whined as you buried your face in his neck, tears building in your eyes at the foreign pleasure. Your hands remained tangled in his dark hair as he kissed his way across your collarbone and down to your right breast, licking a stripe over your hardened bud before his free hand came up to tease your other breast. 

“Is it good when I touch you here?” He asked and you meweled at the lewd sucking noise of his mouth upon your breast, paired with the noises of his fingers now pistoning into your sticky cunt. “Or maybe here?” You let out a cry of his name when his fingers curled up – a piece of advice from Celegorm earlier on in the evening – and he brushed against that spongy spot within you that had your toes curling in pleasure, able to only nod your head to spur him on. His hand and mouth switched breasts and he felt your body writhe beneath him, walls fluttering around his fingers and your moans resounded like a melody in his ears. You were too high on your orgasm to protest when his fingers removed from you and instead the blunt head of his throbbing cock pressed to your hole, smearing your wetness and his own precum over your messy pussy. “Hey…” He cooed, reaching up to cup your face so that he could press a sweet kiss to your lips. “I love you…”

“Love you too…” You breathed out and he could feel your legs tighten around his waist, beckoning him into your body. He knew with just one taste of you that he could easily grow addicted to having you like this, his sweet, beloved wife. 

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