I look up at you, my husband, my lover, the man who stole my heart when he stole my kisses. The dhampir who stole me, and I want nothing less than to please you. I want to make you glad you chose me. I want you to know, beyond doubt, that you chose the right bride. I kneel on the ground at your feet and you expose my chest. This cannot be wrong, it is what my husband desires, and I resist the urge to cover myself.
Being here, at your feet, exposed, is an amazingly erotic experience. I am a ruler, a queen, and yet I kneel a ft your feet, bared for your pleasure, and it sends heat searing through my body, through my core. I reach up, following your direction, and pull the cord to lower your pants. My breath catches as I expose your erect sex, the first I've seen. The skin protecting the tip, hiding the most intimate part of your body, urges me to reach up and wrap my hand around, to pull it back, slowly, watching with wide eyes as the head of your cock is exposed to me. I look up at you, seeking reassurance, guidance, approval. I only know what was considered proper for a woman to know about a man's body. Right now, holding your cock in my hand, seeing your wet, exposed tip, is the most I've ever been exposed to the opposite sex.
I bring my gaze back to your cock and slide my hand along the shaft,tentatively, experimentally. Immediately my eyes dart back to your face, needing reassurance.