Fallon lays in the middle of the bed watching Roarke get dressed. At every turn of his sleek muscular body she feels herself getting more and more wet, by the time he has one of his boots laced she feels her loins burning for him. Getting up as if to get his other boot tied for him, she kneels in front of him and starts unlacing his ties that hold his trousers up.
At first he just sits there stunned. But relaxes a little as she slips her hand inside to grasp his flaccid member. Roarke had been wondering when he would see this part of his beautiful brideβs personality. He somehow knew that he couldnβt just force her to take some control of their lovemaking. The marriage was, after all, arranged and they were still getting to know each other.
Fallon was nervous but she didnβt want to stop, not now. When she removed his limp piece of manhood she drew a blank... What next? She decided to let her lower half do the thinking for a while; she brought the massive tip to her lips and licked. She felt him jump all the way to her toes. It is a beautiful thing to know you wield that kind of power over someone. Having been given the confidence to continue she took it all the way to the base of her throat almost choking.
Roarke shuddered at the wondrous feelings Fallon was inflicting on his libido. He felt himself swell as he took him to the hilt in her warm soft mouth. He didnβt think she would have it in her after the night of lovemaking they had shared. But, my god, if this is what he has to look forward to for the rest of his life he would die a VERY happy man. She flicked the tip of her tongue over the opening in the top of his dick and he nearly came on the spot. A stupid grin suddenly appeared on his lips as he reached to grip her hardened nipple.