5. Desire
My loins had beenon fire since I realized Aziel would be my husband. He’d regularly infiltrated my dreams and was the object of many fantasies, but I’d never imagined he’d use the services of Arranged Hearts and end up being my husband. Our situation still seemed unbelievable, but I was grateful to be married to someone I was attracted to.
The one-hour photoshoot after the wedding, the two-hour reception, the forty-minute ride to the airport, the four-hour plane ride, the fifteen-minute car ride to the dock, and finally, the forty-five-minute boat ride to our private island resort in the Turks and Caicos were torture. Not to mention, we lost an hour because of the time change. It wasn’t because something horrible happened; Aziel was excellent company, and we had the opportunity to get to know each other. However, I’d never in my life been so hot and bothered.
When we finally arrived at our destination, I should’ve been exhausted, but sleep was the last thing on my mind. All I wanted to do was sit on Aziel’s face and go for the ride of my life. Every time he licked his lips, I imagined his tongue flickering against my bud. I couldn’t wait to saturate his beard with my juices.
“Are you tired?” I asked after we toured the villa.
It was late and had been an extremely long day. I’d be disappointed if he was tired, but I’d understand.
“Not too tired to make love to my wife.”
“Make love? Don’t we have to love each other first?”
He shrugged. “Would you have rather I said fuck?”
“It sounds harsh, but it’s probably closer to what we’ll be doing.”
“C’mere.” He summoned with his index and middle finger.
I’d been standing on one side of the bed while he stood on the other. I took slow steps in his direction until I stood in front of him. He dipped those same fingers under my chin and lifted my head. His lips gently pressed against mine before he slipped his tongue into my mouth.
I grabbed the front of his shirt to keep my balance because kissing him made me weak in the knees. We kissed for over a minute, causing moisture to build in the crotch of my panties and my nipples to harden. When he pulled away, his lips hovered above mine, brushing against them as he spoke.
“You don’t love me?”
“Huh—I—umm—we just—it’s too soon,” I stuttered.
He shook his head. “It’s never too soon, baby. I’ve been falling for you for months. I love my baby girl. Our rides to and from school are one of the highlights of my day, but it’s not a convenient task for someone in my position. Seeing you made it even more worth it and was a big part of the reason I was so adamant about doing it myself, even though you acted like you weren’t checking for a nigga.”
“I wasn’t checking for you,” I lied, rolling my eyes.
“We’re not about to start our marriage with lies, Desire.”
“Fine, I was kinda sorta checking for you, but I didn’t want to get caught up in a scandal dealing with you and your harem of women.”
He chuckled and shook his head. “I’ll give you that, but I’m a one-woman man now, and I already like you more than I’ve ever liked any of them.”
“I guess I’ll take your word for it, but remember, actions speak louder than words.”
“I told you I’ll prove myself worthy.”
“This whole thing is a crazy coincidence. If?—”
“I don’t believe in coincidences, beautiful. This is fate. God masterminded everything that brought us together. I’m tired of talking, and the way you’ve been looking at me all day, I would think you would be too. It’s time to consummate our marriage. I want you naked!”
His last four words were music to my ears, and I didn’t hesitate to follow his orders. After we stripped out of our clothes, he picked me up, threw me over his shoulder, and carried me to the bathroom. He sat me on the counter and turned the water on in the shower. He stood between my legs while we waited for the water to heat to the perfect temperature.
“I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around my dick, but I’m gon’ take my time.”
“Take all the time you need. I’m not going anywhere.”
He smiled. “That’s what I like to hear.”
Our mouths connected, and he gently sucked my bottom lip before kissing me sloppily. His erection brushed against my stomach, and when I reached between us to touch it, he grabbed my wrist.
“Nah, baby. This is about you,” he mumbled against my lips.
We kissed until the bathroom was filled with steam. He finally lifted me from the counter, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. The way his dick pressed against my slippery bud drove me crazy, and I wanted him inside me badly.
Our lips remained connected as we entered the shower. He pinned me against the wall as the water saturated our bodies and steam surrounded us. Finally, he tore his mouth away from mine, only for them to travel across my cheek to my earlobe, where he nibbled briefly before moving down my neck. He sucked hard enough that I knew he’d leave a mark.
When he came up for air, he removed my legs from around his waist and stepped back as my feet hit the floor. I’d already become attached to him and wanted to demand he come back. Instead, I watched him reach for and wet a towel before pumping soap onto it from the dispenser. Once he had enough, he used the soapy towel to wash my body, staring into my eyes as he did so.
I’d never had a man bathe me and had no idea it was so sensual. With every swipe of the towel, my nipples became harder and my pussy wetter. When it was time for him to wash my honeypot, he applied extra pressure and lingered longer than in other areas. After washing my legs, he pulled me away from the wall without speaking and guided me to turn around.
“Damn,” he whispered.
I assumed he enjoyed the view, which made me smile. Suddenly, I felt his teeth on my shoulder and he bit gently, causing me to shiver, even though the water was warm. A few more kisses were planted on my back before I saw him from the corner of my eye, rinsing and lathering the towel with soap again.
Just as with the front of my body, he washed the back from head to toe, stopping to kiss my ass a few times. The entire experience turned me on and made me anxious about what the next several days had in store.
“Rinse off,” he told me.
I stepped directly under the water stream and rinsed my body while my husband watched.
“Dry off and wait for me in bed. I want your legs wide open and your hands above your head.”
“What—”
“In the bed, legs open, hands above your head,” he ordered, this time with bass in his voice.