name. A male who I couldn’t even see.
None of that mattered though, because where it counted, where it really counted, he was the best male I’d ever known.
“I want that too.”
Then his mouth was at the side of my neck and he was suckling and gently biting, inflaming my need to a frenzied pitch.
I felt his hands cradle me from behind.
“Wrap those beautiful legs around me, woman,” he whispered hotly in my ear.
So, I did.
Seconds later I felt him, thick, and long, and wide, pressing at my virginal entrance.
I’d always been told it would hurt. I tensed for that pain, but when he pushed in, I was so wet I felt nothing other than stretched. I grinned.
“You like it.”
“Move,” I commanded.
Laughing, he said, “As my queen commands.”
Then he began to move and I forgot everything but the pleasure. We soared so high we went above the clouds. Nothing could see us, but even if they could have spotted me from the ground, I would not have cared.
Phineas took me to heights I’d never imagined in my wildest dreams. The pleasure of feeling a man inside of was only the tip of the iceberg with him.
We made love five times that night.
In the sky. On the ground. On the bed. In a pond. And finally, in the shower. I was sore all over and I knew he must have been too, for his touch was softer than usual. Tender. Feather light.
We moved in synchronicity. Slowly up and down, finding our perfect rhythm. He was curled around me, his hands were fitted to my breasts and he was gently massaging them as he rolled his hips round and round, stretching me even further. I’d be sore tomorrow, but it was so worth.
I moaned. “Where do your wings go when you lie on the ground this way?” I asked him.
“I’ve got my cock in you and you’re wondering where my wings go, I must be doing a poor job indeed if my female can wonder at a time like this.”
I laughed, and then I groaned when he swiveled his hips in such a way that it added a whole other level of friction.
“Mmm, yes,” he said with a husky purr, “I like it when you sound like that.”
“Phineas,” I moaned, “I cannot believe I’m so close to another orgasm.”
He chuckled. “I’m just that good.”
I snorted. I already knew he hadn’t ever made love to another woman; he’d told me so. But if I wasn’t inclined to trust him, I wasn’t sure I would have believed him, he moved with a confidence that only a learned male could have.
His long, thick cock kept stroking areas deep inside of me he hadn’t touched before, it was like each position he flipped me into opened up a whole new world of wonder to me.
“Truth is, my bride, being able to bring you pleasure is part of who I am. I can sense your disquiet. You wonder if I told you the truth, or a pretty lie, but I did not lie. I have never been in bed with another. Not a woman or a man or even a beast of the fields. You are my first and you will be my last.”
I clutched at his arm, digging my nails into his flesh, wishing I could keep him with me forever. I’d never though myself a jealous woman, but the thought that he’d never shared this part of himself with another and that he was even n ow promising me that he never would, it was a heady sensation.
“I love only you, dear Psyche. Forever. And always.”
Those words were the spark I needed. I felt my body clench down around him. I was physically exhausted, wrung out and completely spent and yet I felt that spiraling bloom of the little death grip me once again.
I moaned, from deep within my chest.
“Gods, the sounds you make.” And then he gasped and I felt him tightened up around me.
By the time we’d finished we were both breathing heavily. I stared up at the stars in the sky with a smile of wonder.
“I will always remember how you look this night. Right now,” he whispered, his warm breath curling sweetly against my lips, so that I knew he was right above me.
“I wish I could see you,” I whispered. “The only thing that would make this night anymore perfect was if I could have that memory too.”
“I wish you could too, my wife. I wish you could too. But you