“You’re perfect. I couldn’t care less what you wore today.”
She bit her lip, shaking slightly from her nervousness.
“And when you do that, you drive me crazy,” he mumbled, catching her waist and tugging her close to him.
She lowered her head, too shy to look him directly in the eye. They had never kissed again since that day in the meadow, a week ago. Ashton had maintained his distance in order to lay off any scent of their dating from Marshall.
And now, tonight, she was no longer just his secret girlfriend. She was his wife.
He cupped her face, tilting it up. She kept her eyes closed, taking in a sharp breath when her lips met his hot mouth.
He nipped at her lips, tasting them, caressing the corners. She opened them wider, giving him access to her tongue, and he took it immediately, playing with it, teasing it.
His hand moved clumsily over the buttons fastening the back of her dress, too eager to pull it off her. He finally managed to loosen two fastenings; just enough to slide her straps off her shoulders.
He traced her flawless skin down to her neck and her torso. She murmured deliriously. But as she felt her dress slide further down her breasts, she instinctively clutched onto it.
“Let it go,” he whispered.
His voice was comforting, urging her to trust him. And she did, letting it drop down her body to lie gathered in a pile at her naked feet.
He held her back from him as if he was assessing her with his eyes.
“I wasn’t wrong,” he said at last. “You are very beautiful.”
He swung her off her feet, carrying her to the bed. She lay still in his arms, oblivious to everything but his lips tasting her flesh.
He laid her down, his hands ravaging her undergarments. Finally, naked in every way, he shed off his clothes and straddled her hips.
She admired his body, running her hands over his defined abdomen. His length jutted against her belly and she couldn’t help but admire it in awe. She had never seen it in flesh and was delirious over the thought of it impaling her.
He leaned down and cupped a breast in his hand as he sucked on the other, nipping at it with his teeth. She moaned and bucked as his manhood rubbed onto her clitoris, exciting her.
Having had his fill of her breasts, he kissed down lower until he reached the triangle of her sex. And where once his fingers filled her, she felt his tongue roam and ravish her inside and out.
Her body contorted with ecstasy, her fingers threading through his hair, wishing for him to taste her faster and deeper. She cried out with pleasure as she rode the tides of her climax. She thought that that was the most she would ever get from their love-making when he straightened up and slid up her body again.
He kissed her and she could taste herself on his wet mouth.
“I’ll try and be as gentle as I can.” He breathed out roughly, with obvious loss of control. “I’ve never had a virgin before. But do you trust me?”
She nodded.
He looked down at himself as he inserted himself into her, pushing slowly in. Her body clenched as she felt him inside, her fingers digging into the flesh at his hips.
She gave a cry of pain as he tore through her barrier. But as he moved gently inside her, her pain ebbed, displaced with insurmountable pleasure. None like she had ever experienced before. And soon she was rocking with him in a primitive rhythm, until they released their passion into one another, sealing their fates as one forever.
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She washed herself in the bathroom as Ashton took yet another phone call from Linda. She wondered if everything was alright between her and Marshall. Lately, they were more at odds than ever before.
She wrapped herself in a crisp white towel and headed back into the bedroom. She glanced at the balcony doors and its thin lacey curtains rustled in the breeze pouring into the room through its open doors. It seemed Ashton was still there, although she did not hear his voice other than the traffic five stories