Chapter 21
Seth
While Layla plays with Jasmine in her room, I slip out and pull my phone from my back pocket. We’ve been home for a few hours. After leaving her house, I picked up Jasmine early from Vickie’s. I haven’t had time to give Layla another tour. Once we got Jasmine home, we went to dinner and took a walk in the park. Dinner was nice, and while at the park, we ran into Charlie Chastain, my teammate’s brother.
I wave when I spot him sitting on a bench. He stands and approaches us, stroking Jasmine’s hair while she’s attached to my chest.
“Hey, Wakowski,” he says while he grins at me and Layla. “Hi, Layla.” He looks past me and extends a hand. I turn to find a pretty woman holding two ice cream cones.
“Violet, this is Seth Wakowski. He’s one of Colt’s teammates. Seth, this is Violet.” Violet gives Charlie his cone and shakes my hand.
“This is my daughter, Jasmine,” I say pointing at her. “And this is Layla. She’s my—”
“Say it, and I’ll punch you in the nose,” Layla threatens before she shakes Violet’s hand. I grin at her, and after saying goodbye to Charlie and Violet, we continue our walk. After taking a few steps, Layla surprises me by kissing my cheek.
Now, we’re home and Jasmine’s been bathed, and it’s almost time for her to go to bed. Which means it’s almost time for me to take my wife to bed.
I look at the platinum wedding band on my left ring finger. I picked it out myself, and I think it looks good. I picked the five-carat solitaire and matching diamond band for Layla. I loved how her eyes bugged out when she saw it. I caught her holding it up in the light on the drive back here.
After closing the door to one of the guest bathrooms, I turn on the faucet in the sink to ensure she does not overhear what I’m going to say. I press the contact name on my phone and wait. I know he’s out of the country with his wife, but I need him right now.
“Do you know it’s after three o’clock in the morning, Wakowski?” my former coach says.
“Did I wake you?” He doesn’t sound sleepy, and even if he did, I can’t find it in my heart to feel bad. I do hope I didn’t wake Jeannie since she’s pregnant with twins right now.
“Yeah, you woke me. What’s up? Is my goddaughter okay?” He lets out a yawn. Then a few seconds later, I hear a door close. I bet he got out of bed so as not to wake his wife.
“She’s fine. I’m not calling about that.”
“Then what? What could you possibly be calling me for then? Especially since I’ll be back in New York in two days.”
“Well, this can’t wait. Listen, I need some pointers on making love to a woman.” I hear him start to cough on the other end. I know what he’s thinking. I’ve been through so many women, but I never felt a connection to any of them. The sex was mechanical and detached. Sometimes, they would bend over the bed, and I’d do them doggy style. That was my preferred way. No eye contact. No kissing and no emotion. Afterward, they’d leave, or I’d let them have the bed, and I’d sleep on the couch.
“What the hell are you doing, Seth? We talked about you having random women around Jasmine.”
“Coach, come on. That’s not what I’m doing. Do you trust me?”
“No,” he says with a snort. “I don’t fucking trust you.”
“Look, you’ll be pleasantly surprised. Just trust me this once. I’ve never made love to anyone before.”
He sighs, and I imagine him running a hand through his hair.
“Don’t you have anyone else you can call about this?” he asks.
“You know that I don’t. Just tell me what I should do.”
“For fuck’s sake. Okay, look. Take it slow. Kiss her. Touch her. Be tender. Tell her that she’s beautiful. Don’t just screw her like a jackrabbit. If it feels right, you’ll know. Remember that it’s not just about you. Please her first. And use protection or I’m going to kick your sorry ass if you get another woman pregnant.” I roll my eyes at him. He was the one person who was there for me when Jasmine was a possibility. He listened and only judged me a little bit. He made me believe that I could be a good parent.
“Okay. Kiss. Touch and go slow. Make sure she comes. Got it.”
“And wrap it the fuck up,” he says. “Say it.”
“Wrap it up. I got it. Let’s have dinner after you guys get back. I have big news.”
“Yeah, big news my ass. You better not do anything fucked up, Seth. I mean it.”
“I promise you’ll like my news.”
“Okay. We have presents for Jasmine,” he says. “Don’t do anything stupid until we get back.” I smile at that. Making him and Jeannie Jasmine’s godparents was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made.
We end the call, and I return to Jasmine’s room, but it’s empty. I find them on the back patio blowing bubbles. Layla blows and Jasmine runs around popping them. I lean back and watch, certain that I’ve made the right decision.
My father is a horrible parent, but he’s right about one thing. Jasmine needs a mother, and since the one who gave birth to her is dead, Layla is the perfect one to fill that role.
“Dada,” Jasmine says, pointing at me.
I join them, take the bubbles from Layla, and blow.
Half an hour later, Jasmine is fast asleep in her bed. She did not nap at Vickie’s today, so I know she’ll sleep until about nine o’clock tomorrow morning. I leave her door cracked and go into the master bedroom directly across the hall.
Layla’s standing in the middle of the room staring at the king-sized four-poster bed. I close the door behind me to get her attention.
“So, no woman has ever been on that bed?” she asks, pointing at it.
“Only Jasmine,” I say with a grin.
I put my hand on her shoulders and turn her around to face me. I grasp her chin and kiss my wife. She melts in my arms and kisses me back. She has a loose shirt on that zips from the back. I start to unzip it, and she steps back.
“I need to go change,” she says with a hint of shyness. I move away, and she grabs her tote bag and goes into the bathroom.
Unsure of what to do, I decide to remove my shorts and shirt, leaving me in nothing but my boxers. A thought occurs to me, and while she’s gone, I run to the kitchen and grab the champagne from the fridge along with two champagne flutes. This is probably some of the simp shit that Coach does for Jeannie.
She’s still not back by the time I return, so I pop the champagne and fill our glasses. After dimming the lights, I sit on the bed and wait for her.
I don’t remember a time when I was ever nervous about a sexual encounter. From the time I first had sex at sixteen until now, it’s always been a marathon for me to get to the finish line. I’m ashamed to admit that I never gave my partner’s pleasure a second thought. I have to throw out the old playbook and do everything differently.
I position myself on top of the bed, but that doesn’t feel right. I feel like an ass, so I hop off. The door to the bathroom opens, and my jaw almost drops to the floor. I don’t know what I was expecting, but I’m not ready for this. My dick is though, because it sticks straight out at the sight of her. She looks down at it, and instead of calling me a horny pervert, she bites her bottom lip.
She’s in a black gown that barely reaches the middle of her thighs. The top is like a corset, and it makes her waist look smaller than it is. The bottom of the gown is sheer, and as beautiful as it is, I ache to take it off.
My eyes travel up her long, shapely legs to her tapered waist and full breasts. It’s her face that almost makes me weep. She has red lipstick on, and her eyes look dark and smoky. Her hair is bigger than it was before. I take a step closer to her, and she does the same. We stop just a breath away from each other. If she takes a deep breath, our bodies will touch.
I take her chin and tilt her face up to look at me. Her red lips are full and pouty. As much as I want to kiss her, I need to give myself a moment, or the part about pleasuring her first will fly out the window. I take a few steps to get the champagne flutes on the nightstand. We clink and drink. I’ve never been much of a drinker. Watching my dad sit on the couch drinking beer all day long did a great job of putting me off alcohol, but today is a special occasion. A guy only has his wedding night once.
“This is awkward,” she says right before she tilts her head back and downs the entire glass. My dick likes that, and it wonders what else her throat can do. I don’t tell her that though.
I take another sip and put my glass down before I take hers and say, “It doesn’t have to be. We’re married.” I wrap my arm around her and put my hand on her lower back. I pull her to me and bend down to kiss the side of her neck. She moans.
I pick her up bridal style. In all the movies I’ve ever watched, women always seem to like this. She’s light in my arms.
I put her on top of the bed and lay next to her. My hand glides up her smooth thigh to her pussy. She has her legs clamped shut, and I gently pry them apart. I lift the dress, revealing her pussy. Most of the women I’ve been with have been hairless, but I find that I like the smattering of hair she has. I run my hand over it, and she trembles.
“Can I take this off?” I pull on the hem of her gown. “It’s nice, but I want to see all of you.” She nods and sits up. She lifts the gown over her head, and it falls to the floor.
Her breasts are only inches away. They’re as perfect as I’ve always imagined. I cup one with my hand while I take the other nipple in my mouth. She inhales sharply. My hand leaves her breast and travels down her body until I get to the apex of her thighs.
I pry her legs open again and run my fingers through her pussy and over her clit.
“Oh,” she says. She jolts and moves a few inches away from me.
“Relax,” I tell her.
“I can’t,” she admits. “I’ve never done this before, and you’re a seven-foot giant with huge parts.”
“Six feet nine and three-quarter inches,” I say, correcting her. “And you’ve never done what before? Been with someone so handsome?” I joke. The joke doesn’t land because she does not laugh. She doesn’t even crack a smile.
She blushes, then takes a deep breath. “I’ve never had sex before,” she says.
I lie there stunned and certain that I heard her wrong. “What? What do you mean you’ve never had sex before?”
“God, you’re so dumb. What do you think I mean?” she says.
“You’re a virgin?” There’s no way that’s possible. She’s beautiful and sexy, not to mention sweet when she’s not being a big-mouthed bully.
“Duh, you dumb jock.” She inches closer and points at my chest. “I know the biggest irony is that I’m sleeping with you for the first time. Maybe we should hold off, and I’ll go find someone else to sleep with first.” She runs a hand through her hair as if that’s even a remote possibility.
“This is our wedding night and you’re talking about—” I can’t say the words. Just the thought of her with anyone else makes me want to punch a hole through the wall, and I’m not a violent guy. “Just shut up,” I say before I take her in another deep kiss. Her hands caress my back while I cup her ass and grind into her. “I promise I’ll be gentle,” I whisper above her lips.
“Take off your underwear,” she orders, surprising me. I manage to take them off in record time and lie on my back. My dick is as hard as a pipe and sits straight up on my stomach. She looks down at me, and I take her and put her on top of me. We kiss, and I run my hands down the smooth skin of her back and cup her ass.
Just like her breasts, it’s perfect. Unlike them though, her ass is not small. I squeeze it tight, uncaring about marking her. She’s mine and only I will see it. I slap her ass.
“What the hell?” she says, but it comes out as a moan.
“That’s for calling me a whore.”
“You are a whore,” she says.
I shut her up with another deep kiss and squeeze her plump apple behind harder. I roll us over and end up on top of her. I take her in a kiss so savage that I surprise myself. She throws one leg over me, and I feel her wet pussy on my stomach. I kiss her collarbone and suck her breasts one by one.
She moans and pants underneath me. I kiss my way down until I get between her legs. I look up to find her looking down at me, then I run my tongue from her slit to the top of her clit.
“Oh my god,” she says. “Do that again.” So, I do. Then I open her up and feast on her like I haven’t eaten in days. Her scent and her taste are almost my undoing. I slide a finger inside of her, and she’s dripping.
“Oh, shit,” I say almost to myself. My dick is screaming to be let in, but since this is her first time, I have to make sure she gets off first. There’s no way I’m going to last longer than a minute when I get inside of her.
I never do this. This is the first time I’ve put my mouth on a woman’s pussy. I never thought I’d like it, but I’d live with my face between her legs if I could.
“Oh,” she says. She starts to thrash underneath me. She moans and calls out my name. “Seth,” she whispers as her entire body trembles. “Wow.”
I climb on top of her and reach the nightstand for a condom. “You’re on birth control, right?” She told me that she was yesterday.
“Huh?” she asks, still coming down from her orgasmic high.
“Birth control?”
“I already told you that I am.”
I hold up the pack of condoms that I had in my nightstand drawer. I make a decision and throw them on the floor.
“My turn,” she says. “Get on your back.” I do and she surprises me when she kisses me deep, probably tasting herself on my tongue. The kiss ends too soon, and she copies my moves and kisses her way down my body. When she gets to my dick, she stops and runs her thumb over the tip. I know I’m already oozing. She wraps her warm, soft hand around me.
“Mmhmm,” I moan like an inexperienced schoolboy. She squeezes me, and I moan again. Then I feel her moist tongue swipe the tip of my dick. “Fuck yes,” I moan. She puts it in her mouth but only the tip. She licks and sucks it. “Put it all the way in,” I manage to croak out.
“Um, I think it’s too big for my mouth,” she says.
“That big ass mouth you got? No, it’s not. Try it.” She licks me from base to tip and then puts as much as possible in her mouth. I’m huge, so it’s no surprise I can’t fit. “Get on your back.”
Once she does, I rest between her thighs. “I’m going to go as slow as possible, okay? I promise I’ll be gentle. Tell me if you want me to slow down or to stop.” She nods, and I slide a finger in her. She’s still drenched. I put the tip of my dick at the opening of her slit.
“Aah,” she says. She throws her head back on the pillow and closes her eyes. I move another inch, and I have to restrain myself from not pushing all the way inside of her at once. “More,” she says, so I give her more. I push a few more inches and stop. I wait for her to get used to me before I slide all the way in.
“You okay?” I can barely get my voice under control. She’s soft and so hot that I might explode in under thirty seconds.
“Yeah. You can move,” she says. I thrust slowly and let myself enjoy the journey to the finish line. I close my eyes and live in the moment. Her scent, the taste of her skin as I run my tongue along the base of her neck, and the carnal sounds she makes are things I’ll never forget. Then I remember that I get to experience this as much as possible because she’s my wife now.
She starts to move underneath me. With every thrust, she fucks me right back. She wraps her legs around me, pulling me deeper into her. I kiss her as I love her slowly. She comes undone again, and I feel moisture ooze out of her.
Unable to make it last any longer, I come inside of her. My release seems to go on forever. I close my eyes and lose all control of my body as I empty myself inside my wife. She moans underneath me, and I feel her hands caress the skin on my back.