Divine Submission, Burning Love

The snow fell relentlessly, thick and silent, clinging to the pines that surrounded our secluded cabin. It had been a whirlwind since the vows, a blur of forced smiles and polite conversation at the hasty reception, and then, the desperate drive up this mountain road, fueled by a strange mix of excitement and unease. Mary Beth sat rigidly in the passenger seat, her gaze fixed on the passing snow, a palpable tension radiating from her. As we pulled into the clearing, illuminated by the flickering light of torches lining the path, the weight of her worries settled heavily upon me.

“What’s wrong, Mary Beth?” I asked, my voice a low rumble in the quiet cabin. The scent of pine and woodsmoke filled the air, battling with the lingering sweetness of the wine she’d consumed earlier.

Her voice was barely a whisper. “I’m worried that I’ll disappoint you. You know another has taken my body, and I regret not having that gift to give my husband.” Her words hung in the air, thick with unspoken pain and regret.

I squeezed her hand, my own calloused fingers a stark contrast to her delicate skin. “You will never disappoint me, NEVER! You are giving me your heart and soul, and your sexy body!” My voice was laced with conviction, meant to reassure her, but also a hint of possessiveness that I hadn’t fully recognized myself. “Yes, you were taken, but you have never given yourself freely to another man before me, and that’s all that matters to me.” It was true, her previous experiences had been dictated by obligation and fear, not desire. Now, facing me, there was a glimmer of something new, a hesitant curiosity, that made my own pulse quicken.

We pulled up to the cabin, the snow continuing its relentless assault on the windows. Inside, a fire roared in the stone hearth, casting dancing shadows on the rough-hewn walls. Pillows and blankets were arranged in a comfortable pile before the flames, creating a haven of warmth and intimacy. I helped her out of the car, gently lifting her into my arms, carrying her slowly towards the warmth. As I moved, I pressed a soft kiss against her temple, then every few steps, a quick, lingering brush of my lips against her cheek. The physical connection felt both tender and charged, a silent acknowledgment of the power dynamics shifting between us.

Lowering her to her feet, I let her take in the scene before me – the crackling fire, the scent of pine, the soft glow of the candles. I poured her a generous measure of wine, the first she’d tasted since the ceremony, and watched as she slowly, deliberately, swallowed it down. Then, turning on the radio, I selected a sultry jazz track, letting the smooth melodies fill the space. Finally, I took her in my arms, pulling her close and moving with her, feeling the rhythm of her breathing against my chest.

“I’ve never danced,” she protested, her voice hesitant.

“Just move with my body, and I will guide you,” I murmured, my hand reaching out to gently take her waist, pulling her closer. As we began to sway, her body relaxed, her movements becoming more confident, more fluid. The music seemed to seep into her soul, loosening inhibitions she hadn't even realized she possessed. The feel of her skin against mine, the scent of her hair, fueled the growing heat within me.

Sliding my hand over her wedding dress, I cupped and squeezed her tight ass, feeling the tautness of her muscles beneath the fabric. Then, as she shifted, my fingers traced the curve of her belly, before sliding down to the hard cock in my slacks. Finally, after two songs worth of groping her, grinding against her, and kissing her passionately, I whispered, “Mary Beth, I can’t wait anymore. I must have you. I must claim you, take you fully as my wife.”

Her body trembled beneath my touch. The blush that had colored her cheeks deepened as I spun her around, undoing the buttons of her dress one by one, kissing each bit of exposed skin until I reached the last button at the top of her ass. Then, grasping her naked hips, I pulled her into a tight embrace, sliding my hands up her sides and over her ribs, taking in the smooth curve of her spine, the delicate line of her collarbone. My hands found their way up over those amazing mounds, discovering her huge nipples within the folds of fabric. When I rubbed, then pinched them and squeezed her tits, it made her tremble and moan. Her hands squeezed mine thru the dress; then, Mary Beth pulls her arms out of the bodice.

“Mmmmm, Mary Beth, you are sooo fuckin’ sexy! I’ve dreamed of taking you, making you my wife since the day I met you, and now I am taking you.” My words were laced with raw desire, meant to ignite the fire that was already burning between us.

I grasped her hand and placed it against my hard cock, holding it there so that she felt its throbbing pressure. “Mmmm, see how hard you make me, baby?” I asked, my voice low and husky.

Mary Beth started to pull away nervously, but I soothed her, whispering, “It’s okay, baby; just relax and feel how it throbs to your touch. Mmmm, it loves how you touch it, baby! That’s it. Now pull my zipper down,” I said as I kissed and nibbled her neck and behind her ear.

She didn’t move, so I reached down and undo the zipper on my slacks, and they fell to the floor. Now my hard, throbbing cock rubbed against the small of her back. Mary Beth was shaking and moaning as I wrapped her hand around my cock, pulling her closer and closer. I showed her how to hold her hand tight around it as I began to move my hips, sliding my cock in and out of her hand, much smaller than my own. Then I moved my hands to her hips and started slowly pushing her tight mermaid dress down over her ass, feeling no panties in the way.

“Ohhh, that’s sooo fucking hot, baby.” My hand was sliding around her hips and down between her tightly closed legs. “Open your legs, baby.” I slid my hand down over and cupped her smooth, bald, wet pussy. Then I rubbed against her clit, making small circles and soft flicking motions until she shudders and squeezes my cock harder, and I feel her hot juice flow out of her pussy. She is shaking and crying, having just experienced her first orgasm.

“Doesn’t that feel good, baby? I’ll make you cum and cum again!”

Mary Beth changed position, turning to face me and briefly taking my cock’s head into her mouth. It felt wonderful! When her lips close around my head, I dimly know this would have been about the depth of her virginal wall.

I lift her back to her feet and hold her at arm’s length, taking in her beauty by firelight while my cock points and bounces and leaks a long string of pre-cum. Catching it in my hand, I rub it into my cock and make it all wet and shiny.

Mary Beth watches, wondering how I will ever take her. Her abuser wasn’t well endowed, so she can’t imagine that I could fit.

Wrapping her in my arms and kissing her passionately, I lay Mary Beth down and take a position between her legs. As I continue to distract her from her concerns with my mouth, I slide my cock up and down along her pussy, getting us both very wet. Then I lift from behind her knees and pull her legs up and toward her chest, opening her pussy. When I press the fat head against her, she trembles and starts to scream, but I muffle it with kisses. She wraps her arms around my shoulders as I begin to ease down into her pussy.

“Sooooo hot and tight, baby, mmmm!” I kiss her and tell her, “Relax and breath out while I slide all my cock in, and don’t stop till I’m in you fully. OOOOooohhh, fuck, yesss!” I grunt and fight cumming.

Having never felt a pussy this small and tight, my cock buries as deep as it can and squishes inside her. I truly hope I’m not hurting my beautiful bride. We kiss passionately as I slowly pull back and slide my cock out and back fully in again, several sloooooow times, till her juices flow and she’s moaning wildly.

Mary Beth tosses and wiggles under my hard cock that is gaining speed. She screams out as her pussy spasms around my cock, and her juice squirts out around it. It’s more than I can take, and I push in fully as my cock jumps and pumps my hot cum down into her pussy. Again, I fill her pussy with my cum, thrusting more slowly as we cums, the contractions of her muscles squeezing and squirting our mixed fluids out around my cock.

Mary Beth pulls me close, burying her face in my chest, her body wracked with sobs and moans. Her tears mingle with the sweat on my skin, a testament to the raw intensity of our encounter. As the last echoes of our shared pleasure fade, we fall asleep, intertwined in a tangled embrace, lost in the warmth and comfort of each other’s bodies. The snow continued to fall outside, a silent witness to the passionate night we had shared, sealing our vows and solidifying our love in the heart of the mountains.

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