Chapter 31 Asia #2
I reached up to cup his face in my hands, drawing him down for a kiss that quickly deepened. His arms went around me, pulling me against his body. I could feel the rapid beat of his heart matching my own.
It was like something spiritual transpired between us, like we found something deeper than love or lust. Like I had stumbled upon my soulmate, the man I was made for, and he was made for me.
We moved toward the bed without breaking the kiss, shedding clothes as we went. First his suit jacket, then my dress, falling in a cream-colored pool at my feet. His tie, his shirt, his pants.
His eyes swept up and down my body, first filled with longing, but quickly darkening into hunger and desire.
Nyree lifted me from the back of my thighs and set me down on the bed, our bodies tumbling into the center with him on top. I drank him in, our breaths quickening, each kiss becoming more erotic than the last.
My lingerie was gone in seconds, and I was naked underneath him. Then he removed his boxers too, his length and girth ready to fill me up.
And I was ready to receive him, no longer running from the flames ignited between us.
Nyree's hands and lips seemed to be everywhere at once, mapping my body as if memorizing every curve, every sensitive spot. I did the same, reveling in the feel of his skin under my fingertips, the taste of him on my tongue.
"I love you," he murmured against my neck, my shoulder, my breasts.
"I love you too," I gasped as he moved lower while his eyes remained trained on mine, his intentions clear.
He held my legs up in the air as his tongue worked magic on my clit, my body trembling as I gasped and called his name.
When I was about to climax, he suddenly stopped, licking my juices off his lips as he spread my legs wider and repositioned himself so he was now between them.
The sensation of him rubbing against my opening drove me crazy. Just when I was about to reach down to nudge him in, he entered me.
I gasped again, but I barely had a chance to adjust to his size before he filled me up.
“Nyree,” I said, breathlessly, as he leaned down to kiss me as he handled me with slow strokes. His gaze penetrated my soul once again as the strokes increased in speed and intensity.
My moans became more passionate as he hit my spot over and over til my eyes rolled back and I began stuttering and saying shit that didn’t even make sense.
He smirked at the effect he was having on me, but I knew I was having a similar effect on him. When I released, he shuddered right after, then lowered himself onto my chest as our heart rates beat in sync.
When our breathing returned to normal, he stared dreamily into my eyes one more time before pulling out.
As soon as he did I felt empty, like my body was longing for him to fill me up again.
Nyree must have been on the same type of time I was on, because within minutes, we were at it again.
We moved together in perfect rhythm, giving and taking pleasure in equal measure.
Then he flipped me over and went to work, grabbing me by my hair and pounding into me with such force that I exploded, my juices wetting the sheets, but neither of us cared.
We were floating on a cloud.
Nothing else mattered but me and Nyree.
The world outside our hotel room ceased to exist. There was only this—only us, husband and wife, sealing our vows with the most intimate act of love.
Afterward, we lay tangled together, my head on his chest, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my back. The late afternoon sun streamed through the windows, bathing us in golden light.
"That was..." I began, but words failed me.
"Shit…" Nyree agreed with a chuckle, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. "Hell yeah, it was fucking amazing."
We stayed like that for a while, content in our shared silence. Eventually, we began to talk about everything and nothing. Our childhoods, our dreams, our plans for the future.
"I want to buy a house," Nyree said. "Something with a yard.”
"I'd like that," I replied. "A home office for me, and a studio space for you."
"Two bedrooms or three?"
I looked up at him. "Thinking ahead, are we?"
He smiled, a hint of vulnerability in his eyes. "Do you want children?"
"Yes," I said without hesitation. "Not right away, but yes. What about you?"
"I want a little girl who looks just like you."
The image warmed my heart—a little girl with my features but Nyree's soulful eyes.
"What about your business?" he asked.
I told him about my dreams of expanding, maybe taking on a few more big companies and hiring employees.
"You could do it," he said with absolute conviction. "You're amazing."
His faith in me was intoxicating. We kept talking, sharing hopes and fears, laying the foundation for our shared future.
As the sun began to set, painting the sky in shades of pink and gold, our conversation gave way once again to desire. This time, our lovemaking was slower, each of us learning the other's body in new ways.
Afterward, we ordered room service—filet mignon and lobster tails, because why not?—and ate in bed, feeding each other bites and laughing when I got béarnaise sauce on the sheets.
"This is perfect," I said as we finished the last of the champagne. "Thank you for today. For everything."
"Thank you for saying yes," Nyree replied. "To the website project, to the date, to my proposal. Every time you've said yes to me has been the best moment of my life."
We made love once more before falling asleep in each other's arms, the city lights twinkling beyond our windows. As I drifted off, I felt a sense of peace and rightness I hadn't expected.
Maybe we were crazy. Maybe we were moving too fast. But in that moment, with my husband's arms around me and our future stretching out before us, I couldn't bring myself to care.
This was our story, unfolding in its own unique way. And I couldn't wait to live every page of it with Nyree by my side.