Thread by @anopendoor3

cw/ arranged marriage , nsfw , first time

Her breath trembled across the hairs that covered his upper lip.

/Hold still/, he begged, but did not speak.

His hand raised to cup her cheek. Anything that might soothe her anxiety.

/I wish it weren't like this./ 1/ #ReyloSpiritWeek

He whispered more pleas to himself, mainly, disappointed for not being able to meet her eyes.

They stared openly at him, waiting. Expecting.

"It must be done," she said in a hushed tone.

Even she knew their duty. What was expected. 2/

It didn't stop him from letting the guilt crush him as he considered her age. So young to be suddenly thrust under a man's ownership.

He shuddered as he reminded himself that the right now belonged to him.

Yet, he was ashamed of how much he desired her. 3/

In the midst of his inner turmoil, he was not focused on the lady of the house. Not of the shallow intake of breath when his hand that was on her waist moved closer to her breast. His fingers were seeking what his mind sought.

Oh he was a raff, unworthy of her innocence. 4/

She swallowed, and his eyes traveled to where her throat bobbed. His eyes felt heavy, drowsy as he neared. He wet his lips as his mouth closed in before it would soon brush against hers.

He shuddered when the edge of his nose brushed hers.

/Oh, how divine./ 5/

The hand teasing at her waist shifted to cup her bosom. She gasped when his thumb pressed down where he knew she had a sensitive peak.

Desire and her little shakes urged him on as he pushed his doubts away.

Instead he looked at her lips and imagined how they might taste. 6/

His knee pressed forward into her skirts, nudging between her legs.

He felt her shocked gasp. A hot puff of air against his chin.

It was hard to hold back the primal need to taste her then. He lunged forward, attacking her mouth. His tongue pressed in, tasting her sweetness. 7/

When he pulled away, gasping, he was filled with emotion. He wondered why his heart was pounding so hard in his chest.

Or why it felt increasingly difficult to catch his breath, when all he wanted to do was return in his exploration of her taste.

Doe eyes blinked at him. 8/

/I love you/, he thought as he realized his affections.

Years of watching her grow up, teaching her how to spar, reprimanding her silliness at court, guiding her through life as a watchful protector.

Until his sovereign proclaimed that he would wed his only daughter. 9/

He sighed as he gazed at his new bride. She was his now. His to look after. His to cherish.

If she would let him.

/If only you loved me too./

Perhaps she would, in time. 10/

“I’ll try not to make it hurt,” he muttered as his hand on her breast moved down to tug up the skirts of her nightgown.

“You need not be gentle with me, lord,” she spoke with a steady breath, yet her lip did tremble.

But he wanted to take his time with her. 11/

His cock strained in his leather breeches as more of her skin became revealed to him. When he saw her bare, his mouth fell open as his gaze fell upon the dark curls of her sex.

He watched as she took a step back and sat on the edge of their bed.

/Their bed./ /12

With a tentative hand she reached out, seeking his bulge barely lit by the firelight.

Her eyes were wide as she inspected him. Curious.

It drove him mad with want.

/I love you,/ he thought once more.

There was a question in her eyes. "Lord?" /13

He kissed her again, much softer this time, but when her grip tightened on his cock, his knees grew weak and he fell forward and into her.

The apology was already there on his lips when he felt her fingers at the edge of his trousers.

"I am ready," she told him. /14

/I am not,/ he thought, but it seemed such things did not matter.

At least, the twitch in his cock reminded him his body was ready, even if his mind was not.

Then it was his wife assuring him, “We can take it slow, if you wish.” /15

No he did not wish, and to assuage his confidence, he reached between her legs with twitching fingers only to find her damp beneath those curls.

/God in heaven,/ he swore.

She was certainly ready. /16

Before his nerves could overtake him, he unlaced his trousers, shoving them past his hips.

When his cock sprung free his wife released a little gasp.

Panic kept him frozen, but then she reached out to touch him and released a sound of his own. /17

“You are—very well-endowed, lord,” his wife spoke with a sort of wonder that only helped little to appease his anxiety.

“Even though we are wed, I wish you would forget such formalities and call me by my given name, my lady.”

"Then I wish you to do the same, Ben." /18

She was always so strong-willed. He could not help but admire her.

“I shall do that, my—Rey,” he amended, and he could not help his smile.

Rey smiled back, but then she held his hand once more, leading it to her sex.

"I am ready, Ben," she said again. /19

Eagerness overtook his nerves as he reached for her, turning her to her stomach, revealing her perfectly rounded seat.

“I’m told it is easier this way,” he said as he stared at her folds, glistening from where he had her perched.

Rey did not protest. / 20

What she did do, was spread her legs just so, and he stared agape at her opening.

The perfect flower waiting for him to pluck.

He licked his lips as his hands held her hips, lining his weeping cock at her center. /21

When he entered her he did it slowly. Tension had already begun to surmount at the base of his cock. She was so tight.

He mumbled a prayer as he went deeper. Much farther than he thought he could go.

Rey signed into the mattress when he could go no further. /22

Ben grunted as he mounted her, his pelvis rubbing against the soft skin of her ass cheek.

He did not know such a heavenly divine could exist here on earth.

Such heat, and so tightly ensconced in his wife, /his wife/. Ben was overcome. /23

“Is everything alright?” she asked, and it was how Ben realized he hadn’t moved an inch since he entered her.

Words were difficult to form, so instead he tried to withdraw, but the pleasure was almost too much.

With a groan he pulled out half of his shaft— /24

Only to push back in, for he could not withstand anymore without it ending so quick.

And he had wanted to take his time with her.

Everything was quite sensitive. He had never known pleasure like this.

When he thrust forward, Rey sighed, and her heat tightened around him. /25

“Is—are you alright—my la—my little—wife?” His mind was scrambled, unable to find words. He tried to calm himself, but it was impossible.

Rey gasped again, her hips wiggling against his before she spoke so softly.

“I have changed my mind," she said and Ben grew panicked. /26

“Of course,” he said quickly and he began to withdraw.

It was too much, wasn’t it? He’d already disappointed her.

But then Rey moaned.

"No," she protested. "I only ask that instead, when I am in your bed, that you call me your little wife." /27

Ben was frozen, his cock half withdrawn and damp with Rey’s slickness.

He could only half process her words. His mind was awash with pleasure and shock.

He would not last hardly another moment.

/Little wife./

Even in thought he was overcome.

But for Rey, he would try. /28

Inhaling a deep breath, he plunged forward again, willing himself not to spill inside her right then.

Somehow, in the hysteria, he said, “Does it please you, little wife?”

He felt her squeeze him and gasp, “Yes! /Oh, yes.../" /29

He thrust again, emboldened, and trying with all his might to keep the end from arriving too soon.

But it was impossible. With two more ragged thrusts his cock acted against his wishes and with a broken groan he came within her. /30

His breath left his chest as his hips ground into her. His spend filled her with each spasm of his cock.

He was trying to breathe as the most intense pleasure consumed him.

When he came to himself, he was still hunched over her, panting.

And then shame filled him. /31

When he withdrew, he saw his pleasure dripping down her thighs.

Yet, uncertainty left him concerned and the words fell from him unsure. “Are you—was that—" But he did not know how to ask what plagued him.

Rey turned onto her back, her hair mussed and cheeks flushed. /32

He tried again. “Did you not…was it not pleasing to you, Rey?”

Ben was terrified of her answer.

But his wife smiled at him, and it kept him calm.

“It was only the first time. Certainly, with more practice we will get better?” She assured him. /33

Ben could only stare at her in shock. His words still not well-versed. “With practice…”

His wife nodded, quelling his unease. “And when we try again, I would like for it to be like this,” she said and she gestured between them. /34

She continued, “So that I can see your face, and how you look at me, when you call me your little wife.”

For perhaps the hundredth time that night, his mouth fell open in awe.

“If that is what you want, I am eager to obey. As soon as I am able.” /35

At that Rey smiled even wider. She held her hands out for him to join her on the bed.

“We have all the time in the world now, husband,” she said as he came to lie beside her.

Ben cradled her face in his hands as he marveled at her. His insecurities from before vanished. /36

/You are mine to worship for forever,/ he thought as he pulled her toward him and kissed her.

Never in his dreams did he think he could be so fortunate. /37

The end.

[this is my attempt at some pantsing, so I'm just as anxious as Ben for my 'first time', but I hope it's been a fun ride!!]

The spirit of #reylospiritweek strikes again. All the thanks to @bb_kate_ and @feralsandgremln for the fun! 🥰