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The morning light came softly through the velvet curtains of your chambers, painting the room in a golden haze. You stirred slowly, still wrapped in the heavy silk sheets and the warmth of your husband’s body behind you.
Baelor had you tucked against his chest, one arm draped possessively over your waist while his large hand splayed across your belly.
You felt him shift when he woke. Baelor hummed as he nuzzled closer. His nose brushed just behind your ear and his lips followed, so he could press a lazy kiss to the sensitive skin of your neck.
“Morning, my love,” he murmured with voice rough with sleep and that rich timbre that always made your stomach flutter.
You sighed, still half-dreaming, then arched just a little into his touch. His hand slid lower and slipped beneath the thin shift you’d worn to bed. His fingertips traced lazy circles over your hip and the curve of your waist.
His hips rolled forward once, allowing you to feel the hard and heavy length of him pressing against your backside through the fabric.
Still drowsy with sleep, you let out a needy sound and tried to roll over to face him. Your arms reached for him, wanting to bury your face in his neck and curl into his body like you always did in the mornings.
Baelor only chuckled at your attempt and his arm tightened its hold, stopping you from fully turning.
“Shh… turn to the side for me, baby,” he murmured, tone raspy with sleep.
He pulled your back flush against his chest again and his hand slid down your thigh, lifting your top leg slightly so he could press even closer. The thick ridge of his cock rested perfectly between your clothed cheeks as he rolled his hips forward once more, letting you feel every inch of his hardening cock.
“That’s it… just like that,” he praised softly and a quiet groan escaped his mouth.
„Uh!” you squealed, pushing your butt towards him just to feel more of his arousal.
His hand moved to your breast, squeezing it, and pinching your nipples lightly through your nightgown while his hips kept up the rocking.
„You’re always so wet in the mornings,” he whispered, then gave a slightly harder thrust. The swollen head of his cock pressed right against the cleft of your ass, and held you there, letting you feel him throb.
“Mhhh—” a whimper slipped from your lips and you rocked back against your husband, seeking more. Warmth pooled low in your belly. Your thighs pressed together just to give yourself any friction.
„It’s okay…” Baelor muttered, and his palm slid down and caught the hem of your nightgown.
In one swift motion, he pulled it all the way up, bunching the silk around your waist. Then higher, until the fabric was gathered just beneath your breasts.
You felt the length of his cock slip free from his smallclothes as he shifted closer. He wrapped one large hand around himself, guiding the flushed head down between your legs.
He started rubbing it in slow strokes along your slit, barely even pressing it at all, so he could savor the moment first. The head of his cock parted your folds, coating himself in the wetness that was already gathering for him.
„Mghh… Baelor—”
„It’s alright, sweet girl—” Baelor coaxed, breathing heavy against your neck. „Just stay like this, I’m gonna make it good for you..”
Every lazy drag from your entrance up to your clit and back down again was torturously light just to tease you more. You ached from the lack of satisfaction, but also didn’t complain. Hearing your husband’s quiet little whimpers that he was trying to sustain so hard was quite enough to make you soak him anyway.
“Fuck…,” he cursed under his breath. “All that wetness from a little morning grinding?”
„Mhh— Please, Baelor… More—”
After hearing that, he pressed the head against your entrance for a short moment, holding it there and letting you feel it.
„Yeah? You want it right there, baby?” he teased, patting his cock against your hole twice.
„Yes! Please—”
Baelor let out an affectionate chuckle. “Anything for you, my love,” he whispered.
He moved his hips to position himself while his hand guided his cock toward your slick cunt. Then, began to push inside until only the swollen tip was buried inside you.
The stretch was delicious. You moaned audibly, and clenched the sheets with your fists.
„Baelor! Fuck—” you huffed, trying to take him deeper even though he stayed still, not allowing to let your experience more of him just yet. „Oh gods, that… that feels so good—”
He moved his hips in a shallow roll, fucking you with just the tip — each thrust made the head pop in and out of your tight pussy, teasing you mercilessly to the point where your toes curled at how good it felt.
„That’s it, sweetheart. You like it with just the tip, don’t you? You’re so small you can barely even take more, huh?” Baelor said, trying to talk you through it.
The chambers filled with obscene little sound as he continued. He kissed the back of your neck, then gently bit down on your shoulder, savoring the way your body clenched around him with every pump.
“Tell me how it feels, baby,” he murmured. “You want more already, don’t you?”
„Yes… please—” you whimpered, voice breaking into a plea. „It feels so so good, husband.”
Baelor still completely then, just to push fully inside you without any warning. His hips pressed forward until his entire length nestled inside you. He held it there, letting your walls flutter and squeeze around him.
You moaned out, clearly not prepared for him to fulfill your request that quickly. Your lower abdomen felt so warm all of the sudden, and gods, how you loved feeling him inside. You tried to adjust to his size, breathing heavily, while Baelor soothed behind you.
„I love you so much, wife,” he whispered those words full of devotion so tenderly it made your heart ache. You knew he meant it. Baelor was the best husband you could ever ask for, and he’d always prove it to you. Either in his actions or words.
His lips found the crook of your neck, and he pecked there gently, then sucked on the sensitive spot as if he could taste your heartbeat.
„Baelor—” you whimpered again, already wanting more than just him staying still and twitching inside you.
„Hmm?”
“Please… please, Baelor… more,” you begged, and tried to rock your hips back against him to take him deeper. “I’ll be good, I promise… please—”
„Oh, you poor thing, but you’re so warm it feels s’nice… Just let me enjoy it first. We don’t need to rush, do we?”
„N-no, Baelor…” you agreed quietly.
Baelor rolled his hips in the tiniest motion, giving you just a bit of him. „Is that better?” he muttered, placing another kiss your neck.
„Mhm—” You nodded through a whimper, making Baelor chuckle softly at the sound.
He kept you like this for what felt like forever. One hand around you, the other cupping your breast from underneath with his thumb brushing over your nipple in circles. Every so often he’d give the smallest roll of his hips, just enough to remind you he was still there stretching you open.
Finally, Baelor pulled his hips back and his cock left you completely, just to slam back in again, finally giving you what you wanted so much.
Baelor growled in his throat at the feeling of your walls parting for him, and he began to fuck you properly in deep but still unhurried thrusts.
You were nothing but a moaning mess, trying not to cry into your pillow as he slid almost all the way out before pressing back in until his hips met your ass. The pace didn’t fasten, Baelor wanted to make sure you felt every ridge and vein as he filled you completely.
His hand slid down from your breast to between your legs, fingers finding your clit and rubbing in a way that matched the rhythm.
“Gods, you feel perfect around me,” he breathed against your ear.
You couldn’t hold back anymore. A broken moan tore from your throat followed by a soft cry as he sank deep again.
“Ah— Baelor—!”
“That’s it… fuck, listen to those pretty sounds,” he praised. “Such a good girl for me. You can be louder, baby. No need to hold back.”
His cock hit that sensitive spongy spot inside you, making you gasp. You cried out again, trembling in his arms, and he rewarded you with more praise, whispering sweet nothings into your ear.
„Look at you, falling apart on my cock” he said in voice full of adoration, and another deep thrust pulled a loud whimper out of you. “Yeah, just like that. Let me hear you, baby. You sound so lovely when you moan for me. Gods, I could stay buried inside you all morning…”
His words made the pleasure coil tighter in your belly, followed by slow drags of his cock that eventually made you come.
A cry tore out from your throats and your walls clenched around Baelor violently. Your entire body twitched and you squirmed helplessly in your husband’s arms with your back arching as wave of orgasm crashed through you.
Baelor drew out every second of your climax with those same thrusts.
“That’s it— fuck, yes,” he groaned. „Come for me, my sweet girl. Let it all out…”
He held you tighter, even as you writhed and whimpered uncontrollably, shaking from overstimulation. He continued sliding in and out of your spasming heat, fucking you through every pulse.
„Cryin’ on my cock like that, fuck—” Baelor’s thrusts grew sloppy, and his breathing got heavy and ragged. Your orgasm seemed to drag him right to the edge with you. „Fuck… I’m so close,” he rasped.
His hips stuttered, and a guttural moan vibrated through his chest. Baelor pushed in as deep as he could go and came inside you, spilling his thick and hot seed into your cunt until he emptied himself completely. He pressed his body tight to your ass, grinding in slow circles as he filled you up, making sure every drop stayed deep inside his wife.
“Take it all… that’s my good wife,” he panted. „Gonna get you pregnant. Make you have my baby, yeah? I know you’d love that.”
You giggled through the overwhelming pleasure, and nodded, unable to speak from exhaustion. Your body felt so sore you couldn’t even move a bit.
Baelor stayed buried inside you, cocwarming you again as the last weak twitches of his cock emptied the rest of his release. His arms wrapped around you protectively, and his hand gently stroke your belly while he kissed the back of your shoulder and neck with lazy but loving presses of his lips.