Chapter 81
Reyland nodded; his blue eyes fixed on Marian.
She glided out of the bathroom, leaving the door open.
Reyland closed it and rested his head against the shut door, catching his breath.
He controlled the gasping sounds by breathing through gritted teeth.
As his shoulders shook, he twisted around, resting his large back against the door.
What am I doing?
What are WE doing?
This isn’t the time for any of this! I’m supposed to be discussing things with her, not…this!
He admonished himself in his mind.
His breathing finally stabilized; he stared at the running water in the steam-filled room.
When would be the right time? His mind taunted him.
It’s never time, it’s never enough, it’s never okay, the voice in his head continued - Dorien’s voice.
His inner voice always sounded like his baby brother – Dorien.
YOU are never enough.
Has she done ANYTHING to make you think that NOW?
She is primed; for YOU.
Is there anyone else she has looked at?
Is there anyone else in the room this time?
Where is her mistake coming from this time, Reyland?
Her eyes have never left YOU.
What are you waiting for?
As Reyland listened to the voice that banged about in his mind, he had not realized that his body was under the shower, lathering up.
He was absentmindedly careful not to touch himself carelessly.
He stared down at the erection that was peeking out just under his belly.
He didn’t touch it more than necessary, not wanting to go through another teasing round.
His need was urgent, as hers clearly was.
In three minutes, mind quieted, he was ready to step out, but he hesitated.
He was primed.
Too much.
He was leaking, and the ache was so much that he wanted to release it right there, against the door.
He closed his eyes, biting back a groan.
Marian’s face flashed behind his eyes, and he opened the door without losing another second.
His eyes fell on her, where she sat, legs folded to the side, gazing up at him as he stepped out with steam flowing behind his dripping, in more ways than one, body.
Her eyes fell on his center and she shuddered, shifting back on the blankets she had laid on the floor, eagerly making space for him.
Her eyes flashed. He might as well have been a third tray of food presented before her with the way her eyes swallowed him whole.
There was no doubt in his mind that she wanted him.
He was not confused or questioning.
Her eyes said what her lips could not.
He slowly knelt before her, and she never glanced away, her eyes following him down to the ground.
She, in kind, knelt up, facing him.
She reached for his cheek as his member twitched.
She kept her eyes on his as her inner thighs got slicker.
Reyland shuffled, on his knees, closer to her.
“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice low, but steady. The warm tone washed over Marian, causing her to shiver again.
She bit her lower lip, containing her reactions. “Are you?” she replied huskily, her voice trembling slightly.
Reyland’s brow furrowed.
“I – I’m not favored…your – your dad hates me…I’m not, I’m not princess like, I – I have –”
Reyland kissed her.
He pulled her close, and she pulled herself up against him, using his body like a pole.
With her arms wrapped around his shoulders and the back of his head, she raised herself off her knees and wound her legs around his hips, with the ease and smooth movements of a contortionist, excellent control over their joints and limbs.
As she locked onto his hips, she rubbed herself against his tip. Keeping him away from the prize with the strength of her arms and lower back.
She hung off him, teasing his rod with her soft, dripping spot that kissed his tip so gently.
Reyland moaned.
He gritted his teeth. Sliding his arms from her back to her buttocks, he pressed her fully against his length, cradling her firm glutes in his large, soft hands.
Marian sighed as he entered her.
Their lips pressed against each other, tongues touching.
Reyland spread her as he entered, and she moaned deeply.
A deep, slow growl started in her chest as he pushed in at her lower lips and her upper lips.
He rolled his tongue against hers, breathing her in as she gasped.
He pushed in deeper, spreading her wider as he squeezed her bum tighter.
“Ah!” she moaned as her hips shook as he entered deeper into her. She threw her head back, hissing as he pushed inside her, filling her up, his rod spreading her to fit its form.
“AH!!” she cried, jolting as he pulled her lower against him and pushed up deeper into her wetness, using her weight to slide her down onto his member.
Spreading her wider with his hands to ease the process, as her hole molded itself slowly, painfully, pleasurable, around the hot, pulsing intrusion, sucking him in.
He managed her weight with the strength of his arms, sliding her down with measured control.
“Oh!” she breathed as he reached the hilt.
He was so large that she felt pressure against her clit even as he was fully inserted in her, her body began trembling as she stretched to fit him.
He spread her legs more, changing the position of his hands, shifting her onto his palms, spreading her legs from her thighs now, not her buttocks, helping with the process that was making his Marian buck and shudder as she bit down, holding back her voice.
Marian began to pant, holding onto his neck as she tried to breathe while feeling stuffed from below, his rod pressing against her insides from within, making her chest feel constricted.
Her face pressed against his cool, damp shoulder, Reyland whispered tightly, “I won’t move till you’re ready.
“Mmph,” she replied as she caught her breath.
“Ah!” she moaned again, shifting on his palms, wriggling jerkily, trying to adapt to his size.
Reyland lay her down on her back, keeping his body elevated using his arms. He began to pull out when Marian gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his cool skin.
She immediately moved her hands to his sides and raised her hips, pulling herself up, sliding him back inside her.
“Don’t…don’t pull out. Just…stay…still. For a bit. Push in,” she gasped, fighting for air as she held him inside of her.
Reyland’s breath caught as she tightened on him.
Her body was adjusting, and it was starting to press back, squeezing the intrusive object as if to push it out.