The Wedding Night (2)

(From Demetrius's Perspective)

The sight she offered was the best portrait anyone could ever imagine. I expected her to be beautiful, but not as much as to make me this impatient. It was her first time, so I was trying to hold back and take everything slowly. But at this rate of my restlessness, I had no idea how long I would manage to stay put. 

I held her hand and took her nipple in my mouth while my other hand caressed the other one. Her laughter stopped abruptly and a purring sound escaped her mouth. 

I swirled my tongue over the hard bud. She felt so delicate that I feared I might break her, but there were more things to do. I had been waiting for a long time after all. 

"Seven years is no joke," I muttered without my knowledge. "Seven fucking years... I can't take it anymore."

"Seven?" she mumbled in surprise. 

"Later. Think about it later, my wife," I said hoarsely and took my attention to her other lonely breast.