Burdens We Carry (One Night, #3)

by Dana Isaly

Odd-looking? How could anyone call her odd-looking? She’s positively fucking ethereal.

“È un piacere conoscerti, mia piccola luna.” It’s nice to meet you, my little moon.

“Because you glow, Aurora.” Her eyes widen slightly, giving me just enough of a reaction to know that she’s pleased. “You radiate. You take my breath away.”

“It’s okay,” I whisper to her, pulling her chair over to mine until it bumps and our thighs are touching. I brush her hair off her shoulder and run the tips of my fingers down the back of her neck. “You’ve been too far away from me all evening,” I tell her, leaning in so that my lips are barely brushing her ear.

and when she lets out the sweetest fucking moan, I have to physically stop myself from nutting in my pants.

“I’m not stuck with you, Aurora,” I tell her as I break the kiss and lean my forehead on hers. “You are not ugly. You are not ghostly. You are not an abomination. And you are definitely not a burden.” I end each sentence with a kiss, nibbling on both of her lips to bring the bright red blood to the surface.

“Owen,” she breathes, running her hands over my face. “Fuck,” I groan, dropping my head into her neck. “Say my name again.” “Owen, I need to tell you something.”

“Mia piccola luna,” I whisper, cradling her face in my hands. I kiss her forehead, her eyes, her cheeks, and finally, her mouth. She sighs and leans into me.

“I want to lay you down on this bed and taste every inch of your body. I want to eat you until you scream my name loud enough that the guests hear you on the other side of the house.” I kiss the side of her mouth and move to whisper in her ear. “I want to feel that tight little pussy of yours stretch for the first time as I sink my cock inside of you.”

Her fingertips graze my shaft over my pants, making my abs flex, and my jaw tightens.

“I’ll get into something more comfortable, then,” she says, pushing the dress the rest of the way down her body, exposing the garters and thigh-highs she’s wearing. She steps in front of me, just in her lingerie and heels, and takes a glass of champagne from my hand. My eyes wander over every inch of her skin, taking in the way her stomach curves and the dip where her thighs and hips meet. “You do that,” I manage to say before she turns on her heel and struts to the bathroom. I don’t know where the confidence suddenly came from, but I wouldn’t mind a little more of it.

Lost in my own thought, I don’t hear the bathroom door open until Aurora is almost right in front of me. She’s wearing a white, see-through nightgown that just barely covers her pussy. She gives me a timid smile and does a little spin, showing off the curve of her ass that is accentuated with tight satin panties.

“I’ve heard stories, you know,” she tells me, closing the gap between us as she straddles my lap. “Stories?” “Mm,”

She leans forward, kissing me softly on the lips. “But you won’t hurt me, will you, Owen?”

She tastes tart like alcohol and sweet like oranges. I drink my fill of her until she gives me the sweetest moan, and her hips begin to move on top of my own. I can feel the heat from her cunt on my cock, and I lift my hips to grind against her clit. It takes her by surprise, and I swallow her moan with my mouth.

“Aurora.” Her white hair falls in my face, and I collect it with one hand, pulling it gently behind her back. “I’m going to touch you now.” She nods and swallows, her eyes flitting between my own. “Touch me.”

“How does that feel, Aurora?” I ask her when her hips begin to move, seeking what I won’t give her. “Owen, I— please.” “Please, what? Use your words. Tell me what you want from me.”

“You taste so sweet. You did so good,” I praise. “You did perfectly. How do you feel, my love?” “Like I want more,” she answers, her violet eyes locking with my own. “Like I want to touch you the way you’ve touched me.”

“I want you to take these off,” she tells me. “I want to see you.” “Whatever you want, princess.”

“You can touch me,” I tell her. “My body is your body now. You can do whatever you want.” “Will you tell me what you like?” she asks, looking up at me for reassurance. “I want to make this good for you, too.” “Anything you do will feel good, I promise. But I’ll guide you.” She nods, and then both of her hands move further down.

“I wanted to take ahold of this pretty hair and push my dick so deep into your throat that your eyes water and you struggle to breathe.” Her lips slip further down my shaft. “I’m torn between coming down that tight throat or saving it all to fill up that sweet pussy.”

“Bring your mouth to the tip and run that sweet tongue of yours through my slit,” I tell her, guiding her by moving her head with my hand. She listens well, doing exactly as I say. “I’m going to come in your mouth, Principessa.”

“I’m going to come inside your mouth,” I grunt between thrusts. She’s given up control and lets me use her mouth as I want. She has drool running out the sides of her mouth, and her eyes are beginning to tear up. Something in the back of my mind tells me to slow down, to take it easy on her. It’s her first time.

“You’ll swallow every drop, sì?” She tries to nod. “You will swallow everything I have to give you, and it will make me so proud, mia piccola luna.”

“I’m coming, Aurora. Fuck, I’m coming.” Two more strokes in her hot mouth and I’m gone. The pleasure sweeps through me like a fucking tsunami, taking me under. I don’t even realize I’m holding myself in her throat until she taps my thigh. I look down and am met with wide eyes.

Breathing heavily, I quickly pull out of her mouth, letting her gulp down deep breaths. I fall to my knees in front of her, wiping the tears that have fallen down her cheeks. She coughs a little between breaths. “I’m so sorry, sweet girl.” I push the tangled pieces of hair out of her face. “I lost myself in you.” “It’s okay,” she says, giving a small laugh as she wipes her mouth. “I enjoyed it.”

“What did you enjoy?” I ask her, touching her anywhere I can to comfort her. I run my fingers through her hair, the pads of my thumbs over her cheeks, and my palms down her arms. “Tell...

“Tell me, Aurora. What did you like?” “Your taste,” she whispers, her voice trembling a little. Her eyes meet mine hesitantly. But she’s trying. She’s trying to open up to me, and I love her for it. “The way you spoke to me. The way you took control,” she says as she runs her hands through my hair and then her fingertips through my beard.

“Is this important to you?” I gesture to the fabric, and she shakes her head. “No, I only got it for—” Her words are cut off with a gasp as I rip it clean from her body, right down the middle.

“Fuck, my name sounds so good coming out of your mouth. Say it again.” I go to her other breast, taking it the same way I did the other, giving her pale nipples special attention. “Owen,” she moans again. Her hands leave my hair to run down my back, and I bite down on her nipple when her fingernails scrape up my skin.

“Going to rip those, too, husband?” That word sends a shock wave through my body, and suddenly, I’m ready to go all over again. I’ve never been hard again so quickly in my life. This girl—my wife—is perfect. I fist the fabric, and she smiles. I wink and then pull hard, ripping her panties off her in one quick yank. Red marks are left on her soft skin from where it pulled and dragged, and I kiss and lick my way across each one of them. “Am I going to come again?” she asks, her voice breathy and flustered.

I settle between her thick thighs, pushing her legs over my back. I blow softly on the glistening lips of her cunt. She gasps again, and her hips lift off the bed, seeking any kind of friction. Her clit is swollen and begging for my tongue. I look up at her. “Yes.”

She props herself up on one elbow, and I smirk at her. Narrowing her eyes on me, she grabs the back of my head with her other hand and shoves my face back between her legs. “Your tongue. My clit,” she orders. “Yes, ma’am,” I say, but it comes out muffled as she continues to push me into her heated flesh.

“Owen…I— I feel like I have to use the bathroom.” “You don’t,” I tell her, using the hand that’s wrapped around her hips to massage her G-spot from the outside. Her mouth forms an O, and her fingers go to her nipples. She pulls roughly on them, turning them bright red against her pale skin. “You’re going to come again, my little moon. Just let go. Give it to me.”

She comes with a scream and soaks my face. I try to fit a third finger inside of her as she squirts, but her hips are moving too violently. Pulling my fingers out, I lick everywhere. I clean her up with long, languid licks as she comes down from her high. The sheets beneath us are soaked, and my beard is sticky with her release.

“Aurora,” I say in a soothing voice. “No, baby. No.” I take her in my arms and pull her tightly against my chest. She relaxes into me and throws one of her legs over my hips.

“You are hard again,” she murmurs, using one of her hands to stroke me. I’m sensitive and aching, and what she’s doing feels fucking fantastic. My hips move against her.

“I’m ready,” she murmurs against my lips as her hands drift lower. Her big violet eyes look up into mine. “I want you inside of me, Owen. I want this to be real. I want us to be husband and wife.” I kiss her and pull her on top of me as I roll onto my back. “Who am I to deny my wife?”

“Owen,” she says in a pitiful tone. I look up at her, and her eyes are pleading. “Just do it.”

“This is where it’s really going to hurt, baby girl,” I tell her as I brush her hair out of her face and kiss from her temple to her neck. “Do it,” she says, wrapping her legs around my waist to urge me on. “It already hurts.”

“Fuck, Aurora. Do you know how good your blood looks on my skin?” I pick up my pace, thrusting inside of her with more urgency. She’s watching us where we come together with fascination, and I continue to plunge inside of her faster and faster. “You’re mine now,” I growl. “Sei mia.” “Yes,” she moans. “Say it.” “I am yours!”

“I am going to fill this pretty pink pussy up with so much cum, you’ll feel me dripping between your thighs for days. And this belly,” I growl like a man possessed as I run the palm of my hand across the soft curve. “This belly is going to grow round with our baby.”

“Oh, Owen.” Her hands wrap around her thighs, and she pulls herself wider for me. “I’m close, baby. Are you going to come again for me?” She meets my eyes and nods, a bead of sweat trickling down her temple. “Come for me, sweet girl. I want to feel this cunt pulsing around my cock, milking me for all I’m worth as I empty everything inside of you...

“You don’t have to help me,” she says sleepily. “I don’t have to,” I tell her, sitting her down on the vanity. “But I want to. Sit here a moment. I’ll get the shower ready.”

“I am happy that you are mine,” she sighs. “And I am lucky that you are mine.”

“I would like to show you around,” she says as we round a corner. “If you want, the chef will make us a picnic basket and we can eat breakfast in the groves?” “I’d love that,” I tell her, grabbing her face for a quick kiss before making our way into the kitchen.

“You don’t need it,” I tell her. “You are beautiful with and without your makeup. But on the days you want to wear it, I’ll learn how to apply it and do it for you if you like. That way, you don’t have to strain your eyes or worry that it’s coming out crooked.”

“We’re going to have a honeymoon?” Her eyes light up like this was never a possibility. “Of course we are. And I will take you wherever you want to go, for however long you want to go for. Then we can go back to California, and we can find the perfect home for raising our future babies.” I wink at her and lean forward, running the palm of my hand over the soft curve of her belly while I pull her in for a kiss.

“Is this what it’s like for everyone?” she asks. “What do you mean, Principessa?” “Does everyone get this lucky? To be so happy with who they’ve been paired with?” She pulls back and looks me in my eyes. “No, baby,” I tell her, running my fingers through the soft strands of her hair. “No one is as lucky as I am.”

“A bit,” she concedes. “But not enough to stop me.” As quickly as I blink, her hand is between us and groping my cock through my denim. “Jesus fucking Christ, Aurora,” I moan into her mouth. “You’re going to be the death of me.”