Nobody's Girl

by Love, Michelle

  If I wasn’t so damn exhausted, I’d be more excited.

  We stop in front of the ornate, cherry wood door. Eden slips his other arm under my legs, pulling me up to cradle me in his arms. “You ready for this, Mrs. Fontaine?”

  Placing my arms around his neck, I whisper in his ear. “I’ve never been readier for anything in my entire life, Mr. Fontaine.” I leave a light kiss on his neck.

  Oh! This is about to get good!

  CHAPTER 37

  EDEN

  The grandeur of our new suite of rooms is almost lost on us as we enter. Alyssa is my wife, and the thought of getting her to our new bedroom consumes me.

  I turn with her in my arms and she closes the door, locking it. Down the hall I go. A light shines into the darkened hallway. Turning into the first room on the left, I find what must be the master bedroom.

  “Oh, my!” Alyssa gasps at the sight. “It’s beyond gorgeous, Eden.”

  A monster-sized bed sits in the middle of the large room. A royal blue bedspread makes me smile at the thought of my wife holding it up to her bare chest, the color enhancing her eyes.

  “I need a bath,” she tells me.

  I carry her into the lavatory to find a jetted tub sunken in the middle of the large room, a large shower to the right of it. “The shower would be quicker. Don’t you think?” I ask.

  “You can put me down, Eden,” Alyssa says.

  I do as she asks and she goes to look at the tub.

  Please pick the shower!

  She turns back to me. “Okay, a shower it is, but tomorrow I’m taking a bath in this piece of art,” she says as she begins to pull her dress away from her shoulder.

  I hold up my hand. “Don’t you dare deprive me of undressing you, princess. I’ve dreamt of this for some time now.”

  A slow and sexy smile she gives me as she drops her hands. “Have you?” she asks. “By all means, do not let me stop you, husband.”

  Husband! It sounds so sweet as it leaves her plump, red lips.

  I unbutton the white shirt they put me in for the last ceremony. I watch her eyes as she looks at me. Her eyes roam over my pecs and down my abs, which I’ve worked very hard on being sure are defined.

  The tilt of her head and movement of her eyes looking away from me cause me to follow her gaze. She’s caught site of my back in the mirror behind me. By the smile on her face, she likes that too.

  Dropping my shirt, I pop the button on my white slacks. They left us both with bare feet, so I’m done as I drop the last bit of material keeping my body covered.

  Alyssa takes in a breath, her words but a whisper, “My God in heaven, Eden, you are perfectly gorgeous.” Her hands run over my tattoos and she looks impressed. She trails one finger over the cross in the middle of my chest. Her hand grazes the word trust along one rib.

  I walk around behind her, leaning my head to whisper in her ear, “I am nothing compared to you, princess.”

  I push down the thin straps which hold her white dress up. The loose garment floats down her body, leaving her in small, red, lace panties. As I move around her body, I graze hers with mine.

  My fingers trail over her delicate collar bone, making a trail between her breasts to rid her of the last item covering her body from my eyes. A slight push and they lay on the floor.

  Taking her hand, I lead her to the shower. I push a button in the middle of the shower and water flows over us from every direction possible. “It’s warm,” Alyssa says with a giggle.

  I steady my heart and my need for her. Bottles of shampoo and other things have been placed in the shower. I put a nice-sized dollop in my hand and massage it into her hair. It smells like honeysuckle.

  She moans and says, “That smells great.”

  “Good, I’m glad you like it,” I say as I let the water rinse the shampoo out of her long, silky, black locks.

  Picking up the body wash, she stops me. “Not yet, put that conditioner in my hair first,” she says.

  I do as she says and she rewards me with a kiss after I’ve massaged it in.

  Her lips taste like cherries. My tongue moves into her mouth, finding it hot.

  She’s making this so hard. She’s making me so hard.

  I pull back. “I have to hurry up with this shower thing.”

  She giggles and I’m about to have to take her, conditioner in her hair or not. I put some body wash on a poufy scrubber, running it over her body, and its physically killing me. My heart is racing and my lower region is on fire.

  “Your turn,” she says as she turns to me. “The water will rinse my hair and body off. Let me do you.”

  That’s exactly what I want! Do me, baby!

  Alyssa pulls me to one of the seats in the large, grey, slate shower. The seat is warm and puts me at just the right height for her breast to graze my face as she leans over me to grab the bottle of shampoo.

  Involuntarily, I take it in my hand. “Nuh uh! Not yet, Mr. Fontaine. Let me get the grime off you first.”

  “Okay, but hurry up. I swear I’m about to burst,” I say as I watch her move to the side. Her breasts move up and down as she massages the shampoo into my hair.

  Her fingers glide along my head. “I love your hair, Eden. Never cut it any shorter than this.”

  I close my eyes so I can’t see her naked breasts and tiny waist so close to my face. Quite literally, I might burst.

  “I don’t need conditioner, Alyssa. Just wash me off.”

  “No way! Your gorgeous hair deserves just as much attention as mine does, Eden,” she says as I feel the shampoo rinse out and the conditioner put in.

  Kneeling with the poufy scrubber thing in her hands, she washes my feet.

  Dear Lord, help me to take my time with her! There has never been anything sexier to me.

  Her long, dark hair falls across her back as she leans over my legs. The touch of the silky, soap-drenched scrubber makes my skin tingle.

  Or is that from her touch?

  Up one leg then the other, she cleans me. Finding herself face to face with my arousal, she hesitates. Slowly, she places the scrubber on my erection and rubs it. “You’re beautiful, you know,” she says.

  “You’re killing me, you know,” I say as I run my hand over her wet hair while she kneels before me. “Hurry this wash up. I need you.”

  The water which flows over us rinses the soap from where she’s washed. She lifts her head to look at me and says, “Eden, can I place my mouth on you?”

  For the love of all that’s holy!

  “Perhaps another time, Princess. I’m sure to be unable to control myself if you do that right now, and truth be told I want to do that inside of you, not in your mouth.”

  Red covers her cheeks. “Of course. How dumb of me.”

  Taking her face in my hand, I lift it to look at me. “There is nothing dumb about you, princess. I’m inexperienced and completely hot for you. It’s no fault of yours.”

  She stands and hurries to wash me the rest of the way. “There. You’re done,” she says.

  Rising, I take her by the waist and lift her up, pressing her up against the wall. “I love you, Mrs. Fontaine,” I say as I press my body against hers.

  “I love you, Mr. Fontaine,” she says, then her mouth presses to mine and I fall apart.

  Every place she touches me sets my skin on fire. Her hands run over my back as my tongue claims every space of her mouth. I want every bit of her.

  Her breasts press against my chest, their nipples hard. One foot begins to travel up my calf, then the other follows as she attempts to wrap her legs around my waist.

  I push away from her. “No,” I say. “I’m taking you to our bed. Our first times needs to be done right. I don’t want to have sex with you, Alyssa. I want to make love to you.”

  I press the button and the water goes off. Fluffy, white towels sit on the counter top. Wrapping her up in one, I wrap one around my waist. Her body is light as I pick her up and carry her to our bed.

  Our bed!
How long I’ve waited for this.

  I set her down on the bed, her body kept from my view by the towel. I remove it, then drop mine. “You are perfect, Alyssa.”

  “No more than you, my prince.” Her eyes smolder as she looks me over.

  I drop to my knees on the side of the bed and take her hand in mine.

  “Alyssa, you are precious to me. You’ve had to agree to so many things you never thought you’d have to. I want you to know we can do this when you want. I’m putting the consummation of this marriage in your hands.”

  The softness in her voice makes my heart swell as she says, “Eden, my love, thank you for putting this in my hands. I’ve had to swallow my pride and vow to things I don’t believe in. It’s wonderful to know that if I say we wait on this, then we do.”

  Her eyes search mine for a long while. I cannot read her thoughts. She moves her body away from me, moving further onto the bed. Her answer, I assume.

  Her slender hand pats the bed next to her. “Please come join your wife, love. I’ll not have one night go by where we don’t have a taste of the love we share. Take me, my prince, I am yours.”

  My heart pounds at her words. “And I am yours, Princess,” I say as I slide onto the bed next to her.

  Dim light throws shadows over the contours of her face. My hand flows over her high cheek bones as I look into her sapphire eyes. The darkness of her thick lashes make them stand out. They twinkle up at me.

  She is beyond comparison!

  Though I ache to be inside her, I wait. Stroking her arm with one hand and her thigh with the other, I watch her eyes as she watches mine. I move to straddle her body and run my hands over her ample breasts, then down to her flat stomach. I lean over and kiss her stomach where I hope to one day see it swollen with our child.

  Slowly, I kiss my way up to her breast, popping one into my mouth. Her hands tangle in my hair and she moans softly. I fight the urge to thrust my erection into her innocence.

  I must take my time!

  As I kiss and nip at her breast, I run my hand down between her legs, stroking the small bud in the center. Her hands tighten in my hair, pulling at it. “Kiss me, Eden.”

  Her voice is raspy and I find it intoxicating. Trailing kisses up from her breast to her neck, I finally place my lips to hers and she opens her mouth for me to enter. Slowly, I move my tongue in and she wraps hers around mine.

  The heat which has filled me intensifies. My kiss grows hungry and frantic as her nails bite into the flesh of my back.

  She reaches between us and takes hold of my cock. The silkiness of her skin on me nearly throws me over the edge. I want her.

  I need to be inside her!

  Pulling my mouth from hers, I move my body down hers, running my tongue over her breast, down her stomach, and over the small bud. Her hips arch up as I do.

  As I kiss her clit, I put one finger in her, finding her wet, and ready. She is tight, though. Her walls squeeze even one finger. I ease it back out and push it in. Her hands tangle in my hair again.

  “Eden,” she groans.

  I move my finger in and out, trying to get her as wet and ready as I can. As I dart my tongue over her swollen clit and move my finger inside her, she arches up and pulls hard at my hair.

  “Oh, God!” she screams as she comes, her tight walls pulsing around my finger.

  She’s as ready as she’ll ever be.

  My body grazes hers as I move up, kissing her all the way. Her eyes are closed as my face nears hers and I press my lips to her cheek.

  “I love you, Alyssa.”

  Her eyes flutter open. “I love you, Eden. Please take me now.”

  Her legs spread open for me and I lower myself into her slowly. “This will hurt, precious.”

  “Go slowly,” she says with a determined look in her eyes.

  The tip of my throbbing dick touches the edge of her vagina. I push a bit and it goes in. She squeezes my ass and pushes at me to go in further. A bit more of me goes in and the heat is like a magnet to the head of my dick, pulling it in until it’s stopped by something.

  “Just do it, Eden. Just do it. I’ll be okay,” her voice is raspy in my ear.

  I kiss her neck as I push past the last barrier. She screams out in pain, “Fuck, that burns!”

  I try to pull out, but her hands on my ass stop my retreat. “Alyssa,” I say, but she stops me with a kiss.

  Her mouth is soft and yielding. I move slowly inside her with a short stroke. Slowly, she grinds her hips against me, moving me inside her. Her kiss grows harder and she moves against me with force.

  ‘I’m ready,’ she sends me.

  I pull almost all the way out and push back in with a quick motion. Nothing stops me this time. The tightness around my dick is like nothing I’ve ever experienced.

  She’s becoming wetter as I move in and out of her. Sweat covers my body and my chest slides back and forth over her hardened nipples as I pound at her, sliding my hard dick into her over and over.

  Soft hands travel up my back, running over it then up into my hair. Plump lips find my neck. She nips at it as I thrust into her.

  Her innocence is no more and she moves with me, wanting it as much as I do. The touch of her teeth on my neck sends a shock straight to my dick, making it pulse like never before.

  “Alyssa, baby. God, Alyssa!”

  The teeth stop biting at me as the soft walls surrounding my very swollen dick pulse, sending my body into a spasm. I can’t think as hot fluid shoots from me into her and I quiver deep inside like never before.

  Masturbation doesn’t hold a candle to the real thing!

  I fall onto her, holding her as we both try to catch our breath, then leaving her once her walls no longer pulse around my spent dick.

  I could live inside her like this, our bodies as close to one as possible.

  “This is going to be hard to stop doing, Eden,” she whispers.

  Don’t I know it!

  CHAPTER 38

  EDEN

  I turn over very quietly to see my wife is still asleep. I slip off the bed to go to the lavatory. My body is sore and I love it. I must’ve used muscles I didn’t know I had.

  A hot shower should do the trick.

  I press the button in the shower and the warm water runs over me.

  Damn, I never knew a shower could feel so good!

  I just stand still and let the jets of water do their job. Closing my eyes, I lean back against the wall. ‘Would you look at you? Did you forget to invite me?’ my wife’s voice fills my head.

  I open my eyes to find my gorgeous Alyssa with a bad case of bed head.

  “I know. That’s what happens when I go to bed with wet hair,” she says as she steps in the shower. The water wets it immediately, taking the tangled knots down a notch.

  “You looked so sweet, sleeping. I couldn’t wake you up. You’re here now, so let me lather you up,” I say as I pour the body wash straight into my palm.

  She has my back up against the warm tiles of the shower wall before I realize she’s done it. Her mouth is on mine. I bring my hands up to her shoulders, rubbing the soap in as I run my hands over her back. She pulls back away from me a little.

  “I could take a shower like this every day. Clean me up, my prince,” she whispers to me. Then her mouth is on mine again.

  I manage to get enough soap on us both to clean us up a little, as my wife clearly would like some more of my attention. I manage to get her to ease up on her kiss. “Good morning, Mistress Fontaine,” I say, my lips against her ear. I nibble at her earlobe.

  She turns her face to look at me. With a sinister smile, she says, “Good afternoon, you mean, Master Fontaine. I’m about to make it even better if you’ll allow me to.”

  Pulling at my shoulders, she eases me onto the seat. Her hands run down to my arms, over my thighs, and right to what she wants. “Are you sure, baby? That’s a lot to do so soon. That can wait until you feel more comfortable,” I tell her, but she shakes her head a
t me.

  “I’d rather not wait, Eden.”

  Pulling her hair back, she gets on her knees in front of me and my cock begins to gravitate toward her perfect little lips. My stomach is tense as her hand caresses me. Her head goes down and the warm inside of her mouth makes me hard instantly.

  “God, Alyssa! God, don’t stop!”

  My hands find locks of her hair to wind themselves in. The wet heat of her mouth moves up and down the long shaft of my dick, making my whole body hot and rigid. I’m about to lose it when I pull on her hair, making her stop.

  “Baby, you have to stop or I’ll sully that precious mouth of yours,” I tell her as I stand and move her up against the wall.

  I press my body to hers and grab her legs, making her wrap them around me. Taking one hand, I run it down to rub her clit, making her moan. “I’m ready. I want you inside me.”

  Shit! She’s hot!

  Moving her down onto my rock-hard dick, it takes a bit of effort to push it into her swollen vagina. “This might hurt,” I say.

  “Bite my neck while you do it.”

  I rest my lips on her already marked neck and bite gently as I push myself into her. “Harder, Eden! Bite harder!”

  Clamping down harder, I thrust all the way in as she screams. “Fuck! Why does it have to burn like that?”

  “I’ll stop,” I say, but she looks at me like I’m crazy.

  “No! Don’t do that. Come on, I have to get used to it,” she says. “It’s like exercising. It hurts at first. I’ll stop screaming and cussing.”

  Moving slowly, I pull out a bit, then push back in. She’s so tight, I’m about to explode, and I don’t want to do that until she does. Kissing her neck drives her wild, so I kiss and nip at her neck.

  A groan comes from her, and I move faster, stroking harder and deeper. Her legs squeeze me as she speaks between clenched teeth, “Damn, Eden!”

  Her pulsing throws me over the edge and I spill into her as her walls milk me. Leaning my forehead to hers, our jagged breaths melt together in the steamy shower. Unwinding her legs, she stands.

  “I love you, Alyssa.”