Free Covet Not by Arden Aoide Page A

panic, she heard the blade sing and her full
heavy breasts were freed of their confines.
    Jared
dropped the knife with a dangerous clang, and cradled her breasts. He'd not
seen them in anywhere but their bed, and they were glorious. He knew at that
moment that he was meant to worship her. He pulled her toward him and his hands
went to her bottom. He was going to lift her, and take her to their marriage
bed, but she'd spread her legs wider and moaned.
    He
was going to have her in the kitchen, next to the chopped vegetables. He kissed
her deeply before pressing her backward. Her back arched against the coolness
of the granite and the knife's blade still under her, and his mouth found her
nipple. Her back arched even further.
    He
moved his hand up her skirt and began to pull the elastic of her knickers over.
He was suddenly compelled to see, so he stood. And he stared.
    Shula's
white lacy panties were soaked through, and he moved his thumb over the wet
cotton, down, then all the way up. Her hips bucked on the upward graze, and he
did it again, addicted at her reaction. He was taught that a woman was only
fulfilled when he was inside her, preparing her for his seed and he felt so
badly for the men that truly believed that.
    He
moved her panties over and teased her clitoris. She bucked and moaned, and he
moved his thumb rhythmically over it, torn between watching her face, or
watching the moisture gather around his fingers as he grazed her.
    “Please,
Jared. Please,” she moaned.
    “Shula,
what do you want?” He asked with a reverent whisper.
    “I
don't know. Idon'tknowIdon'tknow! Just–” She broke off with a sob and spread
herself impossible wider.
    He
grabbed at his jeans, and effortlessly unbuttoned, unzipped and pushed them
down. He settled into place, and pulled her panties to the side, thrusting in
smoothly. He delighted in her arch and sudden shriek.
    She
was all laid out for him, nude from the waist up, breasts moving with each
thrust, and he wanted to see more. He paused in his thrusting and
grabbed a paring knife from the wooden block. Shula stared at him with wide
eyes.
    He
smiled and looked down. The material was digging into her skin, so he quickly
slashed both sides of the elastic in the thighs. He made a point to put the
knife back into the block before thrusting into her again, then ripping off the
rest of the cotton.
    She
was bared completely for him.
    She
felt her blush intensify. She was sure he wasn't meant to look at her like that.
She wasn't meant to enjoy it so thoroughly. Was she supposed to deny him? He
was her husband. She had pledged her obedience to him.
    There
was so much she didn't know and didn't understand. All she knew was, wrong or
right, at that very moment, she felt free and happy, and she smiled. She smiled
at Jared. “Thank you,” she whispered.
    “I'm
meant to be thanking you, I'm sure,” he said, quite out of breath. He looked
down, and thumbed her clitoris until he developed a rhythm, before looking up
again.
    She
closed her eyes tightly, confused by the tidal rush of pleasure. It was so
intense that she wanted him to stop immediately, but she found herself asking
for the unknown. “Jared, I need–”
    He
sped up, slammed into her harder, and pressed her clitoris.
    Shulamith
found God. Or what she thought God should be.
     

 
     
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    He disinfected the
marks on her back. She didn't flinch at all, not that he expected her to. It
disturbed him a little. “You should have said something.”
    “I
didn't really feel it.”
    He
stilled his hand and looked up at her, indicating that he didn't believe her.
    “Jared,”
she sighed. “I like it a little. Just a little pain, when I know it's coming.
Not a lot.”
    He
considered. The marks on her back were only just nicks. What concerned him was
that her pain receptors would be off when they were having sex. She could've
bled out over the cutting board and not felt a thing. “Is it the danger?”
    Shula
frowned at him. “I