Chapter 7 #2
I can’t wait to strip this dress off and sink deep inside her. My gorgeous wife who might hate my guts but who I’ll enjoy in my bed regardless. She doesn’t need to like me for this to be pleasurable.
In fact, it’s often more fun that way.
I drop more kisses from her jaw to her throat, licking at the hollow arch. My hand finds the zipper on the side of her dress, and I start dragging it down.
She’s lucky I’m keeping it intact. That I’m not ripping it straight off her or fucking her with it still on.
The zipper’s only halfway down when she squirms against me and pushes at my chest.
“Wait…” she breathes. “I just… I need…”
“Don’t be timid now, princess,” I tease, thumbing the soft curve of her jaw. I grin down at her, some locks of hair slipping to my brow. “I want to see all that fiery passion. All that mouth and attitude you had.”
“You should know something,” she replies, drawing another deep breath. “I’ve never done this before.”
It takes me a moment to grasp what the fuck she’s talking about. I go from thinking she’s being smart-alecky, referencing our wedding and marriage, to realizing that’s not what she’s talking about.
She means…
“A virgin?” I question, cocking a brow. “You?”
“Don’t sound so surprised. Why would you even be?”
“You’re…” I pause for half a second, then settle on my usual blunt delivery. “You’re a beautiful woman—very beautiful. Usually women like you—”
“That’s exactly why I am. I’ve had no shortage of opportunities, Callahan.
In case you haven’t noticed, I have very high standards and few men meet them.
” She’s pushed herself up on her elbows as I’ve leaned back on my knees.
Her hazel eyes have darkened to some cross between deep forest green and sepia brown.
The same fire I’d been seeking only seconds ago when kissing her.
It’s still very much alive and well.
“Very high standards, huh?” I repeat. “Now that does sound like you, princess. Let me guess—I don’t meet them, do I?”
Unapologetic humor flickers across her face. “What do you think?”
“I don’t think, I know. But you know what else I know?
It doesn’t matter if I do or don’t,” I explain, sliding my hand up along her cheek.
“Because you’re my wife now. Which means it seems I get the honor of being the first—and only—man who’ll ever get to fuck you.
If it’s any consolation, I’ll fuck you so good you’ll never want anybody else. ”
“How would I know when I won’t have anyone to compare you to?” she asks cheekily.
My grin spreads. “There’s that mouth. Daddy Langston sure did raise his beautiful daughter to be opinionated. Maybe that’s what turns me on so much about you.”
“You mean I won’t—and won’t ever—be the obedient little wifey you were hoping for?”
I’ve let my hand travel from the swell of her cheek to the back of her head, fingers sliding deep into her dark tresses. The strands easily wrap around my fingers like silk. I surprise her with a sudden jerk, fisting her hair and dragging her face up toward mine.
Gaze boring into hers, I let our mouths hover inches apart without ever kissing her.
She’s released a small yelp at the abrupt, less-than-gentle treatment. Her eyes widen looking up into mine, as if she’s questioning if I really just did that.
I merely grin back at her, gaze lowering ’til it reaches her lips. I make it no secret what I’m doing—that I’m staring at her lips then her breasts—before I travel back up to the shock in her eyes.
“You may think you’re doing something by not being my obedient wife, but that’s the point, princess,” I explain calmly. My grip in her hair tightens. “Because I will tame you. I will make you understand how you belong to me in every way. And you know what? You will come to enjoy that you do.”
Before she can respond, I claim her pouty mouth in a kiss.
I’m fisting her hair and kissing her hard.
Simone does her best to fight any response. She tries to pull what she did during the wedding ceremony by going limp against me.
But the kiss is too hungry. Too deep with passion that, within seconds, her tongue’s answering mine. Her breaths are shallowing and her hands clutch at my arms and shoulders.
I overwhelm her senses. I take ownership, dominating the moment as soon as our lips touch.
I’m kissing her like a man possessed, drawing more little gasps out of her the tighter I tug on her hair and massage my tongue to hers.
My other hand returns to the zipper on the side of her dress. I wrench it down, the bodice sliding down and her breasts spilling out.
They’re incredible. Even better than I imagined.
Round and full, with dark brown peaks in need of teasing.
I leave her panting for air as I bow my head and capture one in my mouth, sucking away to her immediate cry of pleasure. My tongue flicks one nipple while my fingers pinch at the other. She writhes under me, her body arching.
It’s only the beginning.
I suck away at her large breast, so damn turned on by how soft she feels. All while I’m hard as a fucking steel rod in my pants. She squirms some more and even pants my name.
I tug at her hair again, an assertive reminder I’m in control. I’m the one giving her pleasure, and she’s the one at my mercy.
Our mouths realign for more deep kisses.
Truth be told, I’d like nothing more than to slam into her tight little virginal pussy right now, no more foreplay or games. But I breathe through the impulse and remind myself it’ll be much more rewarding to torture her first.
Get her to understand how easily I can make her fall apart.
I press a knee against the apex of her thighs, forcing her legs open and further trapping her body under me. Then I push the skirt of her reception dress up ’til it’s nothing but ivory fabric gathered at her hips.
Her bridal panties are a lacy little triangle of fabric clinging to her pussy, outlining lips as plump as the ones on her mouth.
The sight almost rages a war inside me. More intense arousal surges straight to my cock, demanding I skip the teasing and go straight to ripping the pair off and sinking into her slick, squeezing heat.
But I squash the urge down and focus on kissing her.
My palm slides down the front of her panties and cups her pussy.
Heat greets me. Hot, pulsing heat that draws a deep and involuntary rumble from my chest.
I rub her pussy with the base of my palm, grinding it against her in a slow, taunting motion. Her thighs twitch from the sensations she’s feeling, helpless underneath me and my body weight.
“Ronan…” she pleads breathily. “Don’t…”
But her don’t sounds a lot like she’s left off the last part—stop.
I grab her hand and bring it down between her thighs. We slide into her panties, my hand covering hers, as I guide it to her pussy.
“You feel this, princess?” I growl, nipping at her neck. “You’re so fucking hot. So fucking wet. It’s all for me. Isn’t it?”
She turns her head to the side, thighs quaking even more from where our hands rest in between. But I wrench her face back toward mine, grabbing her by the chin.
“Tell me,” I command throatily. “All this slick pussy juice is ’cuz you’re turned on, right? You want me to fuck your pussy. You want me to take that virginity from you and make a mess out of you… don’t you?”
She whimpers as our fingers circle her clit, teasing the swollen bundle of nerves.
“You ever touch yourself, princess?” I ask. “You ever play with this little pussy and think about being fucked?”
As hard as she tries to play indifferent and unaffected, she fails miserably.
She grinds back against our joined fingers, teeth gnawing away at her bottom lip.
She looks so fucking sexy like this, pinned underneath me in her ivory dress bunched at the waist, head tipped back and eyes screwed shut.
Her expression’s tense, like she’s pained when really she’s pleasured.
She’s just trying like hell to fight against it.
But together we rub her clit ’til it pulses back against the pads of our fingers. My cock throbs from inside my pants in response, the erection I’ve got for her mind-blowingly strong. I’m usually excellent at composure, yet this is a true test.
This is a real exercise in restraint.
“I asked you a question. Answer me. You ever touch yourself?”
“Yes…” she breathes. “S-sometimes.”
“And you’ve thought about tonight? About the moment you get fucked for the first time?”
“Ronan…”
“Answer.”
“Ye-yes… I have. I do.”
I brush my lips across her jaw and next guide her fingers toward the slick seam of her pussy lips. We don’t go far, dipping our fingers inside her wet heat to her instant sharp gasp. She tenses up all over again, clearly startled by the idea of penetration.
“Fuck, you feel that heat, princess?” I ask, placing another kiss on her jaw. “That wetness? How tight you are? I’m about to stretch you open, and you’re about to take it.”
I work her up so much she’s openly writhing and grinding. She’s sinking nails into my arms trying to combat the pleasure that must be rising up inside her.
We tease her pussy right up ’til I anticipate she’s close to coming. Then I’m pulling our hands free of her panties and pinning her wrist back next to her head.
I’m back to kissing her deep, satisfied I’ve got her right where I want her. She’s turned on and pulsing with need.
“Ronan,” she puffs out between our kisses. “I… I want…”
“What? Tell me, princess.”
“I want to be on top… for my first time.”
I pull back to stare down at her and see lust in her heavily lidded eyes. Her lips are parted and she’s looking up at me like she never has before.
She’s serious. She’s so turned on, she’s making requests.
Bold to go for riding me her first try, but I’m reasonable. I’ll let her pop her cherry on my cock herself if it makes her feel better.
If it helps her adjust to all the ways I’ll fuck her for the rest of our lives.
My grin returns as I drag my hand along the arc of her throat. “If that’s what you want, princess. Then take off that dress and climb on my cock. Now.”