by Tessa Teevan
The closer we get to the hotel, however, the more I force myself to slow down. There will be plenty of time for me to fuck her senseless, take her hard and fast—but not tonight. At least, not the first time. I want more than a quick fuck. She means more than that to me.
It’s amazing to me that I’ve waited so long to be with Kalli, that the first time we come together will be on our wedding night. Something about it seems perfect, and I want it to be perfect for her. I want to worship her body, taste every single inch, and take her over and over again as I learn her inside and out.
We make a brief stop at the concierge and request champagne be delivered to my room. To be honest, I could probably forgo the stuff, already feeling half intoxicated just from the events of the night, but if it’s a celebration Kalli wants, she’s going to get it. Plus, I could think of a few untraditional places from where I could drink it.
As soon we’re outside my suite, I pause. Every moment spent with Kalli, every bit of anticipation, has led us here.
Quietly, I slide the key into the lock and then pull her inside. It’s dark, and I have no idea if the others are back yet. Fortunately, our rooms are on separate sides of the suite, so we shouldn’t be caught. At least, not yet. I lead her to my room and shut the door behind us after turning on a lamp beside the bed.
“I’m going to freshen up,” she tells me, nibbling nervously on her bottom lip.
“I’ll go wait for the champagne just in case Knox and Charlie are sleeping.”
She nods, and just as I reach for the door handle, she grabs my arm and pushes me back against the door. Her lips crash against mine, and her tongue enters my mouth, savagely seeking my own. Her kiss is hot and frenzied, and all too quickly, she pulls back from me.
“Please don’t make me wait much longer,” she says and then disappears into the bathroom before I can even respond.
As I wait for room service, I think about what I’m about to do. A vast array of emotion swells up in me. Excitement. Anticipation. Arousal. As much as I’ve awaited being with her, this is different. Because it’s no longer an if, but a when. Ten years of unyielding want has nothing on ten minutes of knowing that it’s going to happen. Because as soon as I slid that ring on her finger, I knew that it was inevitable. There was no way this night wouldn’t end without her in my bed and me in her.
Running a hand through my hair, I’m aware of just how long I’ve been fooling myself into thinking there was any way I could go into this thing and remain platonic. This may end up being the shortest pact ever. There’s still minor doubt that warns me that this could end up in disaster, but I’m tired of playing it safe. I’m tired of fighting my growing attraction for her. It’s time to throw caution to the wind and finally take what I want.
And what I want is her.
When I come back into the room, I’m amped up for what’s about to happen. I try to cool my jets as I set the champagne on ice and loosen my tie.
“Need help with that?”
I turn to see Kalli still fully dressed, watching me from the edge of the bed, her gaze sultry. After stalking towards her, I lift her up, gripping her hips, and spin her around. Then I set her on her feet. With a grin, she steps back, kicks her shoes off, and goes to the champagne, filling two glasses. She holds one out for me, but I take them both, setting them aside.
“There will be time for champagne later. I want you completely clearheaded for this. For me.” Bending down, I capture her mouth, slowly kissing her. Kissing my wife.
My hands run up and down her bare arms, goose bumps rising underneath my touch. I pull back and look down into her eyes. Eyes so full of yearning, shimmering with unspoken emotion that mirrors the ones that are pulsing within me at this very moment.
“Me vuelves loco,” I whisper, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
A slow grin spreads over her face. “We never did have those lessons,” she reminds me, her voice low and sultry.
My hand comes up to stroke her cheek. “You drive me crazy.”
She leans into my touch, and I continue, telling her what I said a month ago, but with so much more emotion than I felt before.
“Te necesito. I need you, Kalliope. So damn much.” I place another kiss on her temple. “Te deseo. I want you—more than I’ve ever wanted anyone.” As I pull her into my arms, she trembles at my touch. My lips softly brush against hers. “Quiero hacerte el amor. Mi esposa.” Shivers run through her, and I pull back, gazing down at her. “I want to make love to you. To my wife.”
As the words leave my lips, this feels completely full circle. The night of our first kiss, I admitted, in so many words, how I felt. Now that she’s wearing my ring and we’re about to intimately come together for the first time, saying them all over again seems right.
“Xavier,” she whispers, staring up at me. “Please.”
“Tell me you want this. You want me,” I ask, my voice husky.
Her eyes dance as she gazes up at me. “I’ve wanted you for so long.”
Relief washes over me as her words do the same. She steps back, and her hands come up to her side. Her gaze doesn’t leave mine as she unzips her dress. Slowly, it falls to the floor, leaving her standing in front of me in the matching pure-white lingerie set I’d bought her. Nothing could have prepared me for this moment. The vision of her takes my breath away, and I’m transfixed.
“Your turn,” she whispers, interrupting my reverie.
Our eyes lock as I undress until I’m left in just my boxer briefs. She steps forward, and I pull her into my arms, my lips meeting her in a slow, sensual kiss. Our hands roam our bodies as we delight in each other’s mouths. As she presses closer to me, her breasts crush up against my chest. Wanting nothing in between us, I reach behind her back and unclasp the bra. Her hands slide up and push me back slightly, allowing the material to fall to the floor, exposing her bare breasts to me.
I stand there, unmoving and in pure wonder, as she slowly slides her panties down her legs, kicking them off to the side. When she stands back up, I take my time studying her—this beautiful, confident, heart-stoppingly sensual woman who became my wife only a short time ago. Wife in name is not enough. I want to claim her. Years of pent-up frustration threaten to burst if I’m not with her soon, and if I want to make this last, I can’t wait another minute. Scooping her up, I gently toss her onto the bed, eager to touch her. Taste her. Feel her.
Throwing a condom on the bed, I crawl up the bed to meet Kalli. She watches me with hooded eyes as I explore her body with my hands, with my mouth, vowing not to leave a single inch untouched.
Her eyes flutter closed as my eager fingertips take on a mind of their own and trace around her breasts, just barely skimming the surface. I trail circles around her smooth, pink nipples, enjoying the control I have as they harden under my touch. Taking my time, I move back and forth between each breast until Kalli’s writhing beneath me, her back arching off the bed as she waits for my tongue to repeat the patterns of my fingers.
The more I familiarize myself with her body, the harder I become—achingly hard. My cock is straining against my boxers, beseeching its release. Wanting to savor her yet wanting to be inside her, I finally give in to her and take a nipple into my mouth. As my tongue caresses her breast, my hand skims down her flat stomach, seeking the warmth between her legs, which open as soon as my fingers graze the skin just above her clit.
My hand cups her pussy, her arousal apparent and enticing. Rubbing my finger up and down her slit, I can feel how wet she is for me. She’s wet, so fucking wet, and as one finger probes her heat, a moan emits from somewhere deep within her. After coating my finger with her juices, I massage her clit, rubbing it with soft strokes until she moans again.
“Harder,” she insists, impatiently thrusting her hips up at me.
I suck at her nipple once more before letting it go with a loud pop. When I glance up at her, she’s watching me and biting her lip, her cheeks flushed, her back arched, and her pelvis tilted up as she trie
s to grind against my hand.
“More,” she tells me.
Each second that passes makes it harder for me to maintain control, but for her, I want to make our first time last. She whimpers when I pull my finger away from her clit, but then her eyes slit as I move down the bed and push her legs up until they’re bent, her feet flat on the bed. I lower my head between them, blowing on her pussy before sliding my tongue from bottom to top, gently nibbling on her clit when I make my ascension. A shiver runs through her as her legs close, tightening around my head, holding me close.
My tongue makes its exploration as I lick her up and down, pausing to lightly nip every so often. As my tongue meets her entrance, it thrusts in with quick strokes before I slow down and pull away, teasing her in the process, causing another round of whimpers to escape her lips. Her body responds to each kiss and caress, and with each sexy moan I elicit from her, the need to be with her builds until I’m ready to explode. I repeat the process until I can tell she’s on the verge of climax.
Just as I’m about to go in for the kill, to push her over the edge, she loosens her hold and grips my hair, jerking my head away from her warmth until I’m looking up into her hooded, lust-filled eyes.
“Now, Xavier,” she begs. “Please.”
My cock swells with relief as I rise from the bed and quickly remove my boxers. Kalli’s eyes fill with hunger when my erection springs to life.
“Are you ready for me?” I ask as I slide the condom on before nestling between her legs.
She’s drenched with arousal, which sends a primal urge to take her swiftly straight to my brain, but I vow to take my time with her. Sliding the shaft of my cock between her lips, I wait for her to say the words. I pause as the tip finds her sweet entrance and slowly slips inside her tight sheath—just barely. Closing my eyes, I enjoy the feel of her around me before I quickly regain my bearings. I hold it still, not going any deeper.
“Kalliope . . .”
“Yes. I’m so ready. Please don’t make me wait any longer.”
She’s practically panting as she raises her hips, trying to push me inside, but I pull all the way out. Her soft whimper at the loss of contact is my undoing. When I pause to look down at her, my heart swells. She’s never been more beautiful than she is now. Completely bare and open to me, waiting in anticipation for me to take her. It takes all of my willpower to not slam into her. I guide myself inside her, and she takes all of me, inch by inch, until I fill her completely. Then I rest as I enjoy the way her warmth envelops my shaft. As if she’s made for me and I for her.
Kalli’s hands slide up her bare skin as she plays with her nipples, her lower lip sucked in between her teeth as she gets pleasure from both me and her hand. As sexy as it is to watch her touch herself, I want to be the one pleasuring her to the brink of orgasm. My hand moves up to gently caress her breasts, first one and then the other as I continue to slowly rock into her.
Her eyes are closed, her head slightly tilted back on the pillow. My hand pushes the hair out of her face, and then I cup her cheek, my thumb gently stroking her skin. I need to see her expressive eyes, to see that she feels the same way I do, even if I’m not quite ready to say the words.
“I could love you.”
Those words are truer now than they were two hours ago, and I have to fight the urge to say them again. Because the way I feel right now? It’s more than infatuation. It’s more than just primal want or need. It’s just . . . so much more.
“Look at me, Kalli. Let me watch you.”
Her eyes flutter open as I slide out of her warmth before pushing back into her. Slowly. Surely. With extreme precision. I brace my arms on both sides of her head, and our gazes lock as I make love to my wife for the first time.
Wife.
Something about the word unleashes all of my pent-up desire for her, and slow goes out the window. As I pull out and then slam back into her, I’m aware that I’m far too close and this is going to end far too soon. I still at her entrance, taking a deep breath as I try to hold it in, at least until I ensure she’s taken care of.
“Do you know long I’ve wanted you?” I ask her, unable to hold it in. “How long I’ve waited to have you just like this?”
Her eyes fill with warmth as she gazes up at me. Tilting her hips up in response, she wraps both legs around my waist, pushing me even deeper into her.
“Then take me.”
Those three words are enough to light a fuse that will only lead to explosive results as I thrust in and out of her with reckless abandon and her legs remain locked around me with an impenetrable grip. The deeper I thrust, the tighter she gets, and it’s not long before my dick swells, threatening to end this all too soon. I pause yet again at her entrance, inhaling deeply to try to prolong this.
“Xavier,” she whispers, her eyes full of desire as she pushes against my chest. “Equal opportunity,” she says, and I know exactly what she wants.
Rolling us with ease, I settle onto my back and place my hands on her hips as she impales herself on top of me, riding me with long strides as she throws her head back in ecstasy and I piston up into her warmth. Our most intimate places collide with a heated passion we’ve both been anticipating for months. Years.
With a moan of pleasure, she leans forward and places her small hands on my chest, her nails digging into my skin slightly as she braces herself. All the while, she’s both rising and sinking down on my shaft in the most erotic push-pull fashion.
“God, you feel amazing,” I breathe out as my hands slide up her body to cup her breasts, my thumbs stroking her hard nipples. “It’s never been as good as this.”
Kalli’s expression darkens as she increases her tempo, practically bouncing up and down on my cock. With her breasts in my face, I lean forward, taking one in my mouth as I slide my hand between us and feel her hard clit wet with her pleasure. Her warmth spreads on my fingers, and I groan with smug satisfaction, knowing she’s wet because of me. As I work her clit and suck her breasts, I rock up into her, trying to match her pace and thrusting up as deep as I can. Her hands move to my shoulders as she braces herself, her eyes closing as pleasure starts to take over. Knowing she’s so close thrills me, and the thought of seeing her come for the first time is nearly my undoing.
“Kalliope,” I whisper, but she doesn’t open her eyes to me.
She whimpers as I bring a finger to her chin, tilting it towards me. I know just how to get her to do what I want.
“Quiero verte. Baby, open your eyes for me. I want to watch you explode. I want to see just how good I make you feel.”
Her eyes drift open, the deep-brown pools of desire gazing down into mine. Our eyes lock as we move together in a frenzied manner, ready to push each other over the edge. My thumb rapidly circles her clit until I feel her inner muscles tightening around me as her orgasm builds. Feeling the pressure rising, I drive into her harder, faster, until she’s crying out with pleasure and digging her nails into my shoulders. I grip her hips, emptying myself inside the condom as she collapses on top of me, her warm skin crushed against mine as we simultaneously ride out the waves of our pleasure.
Her lips find mine and our mouths fuse together while I remain buried deep inside her, never wanting to separate from her. Breathing heavily, I wrap my arms around her as I continue to caress her bare skin as it presses against mine. I could stay in this position forever. Finally being with Kalli has done nothing to sate my want for her. Instead, it’s increased my need, and I have no desire to ever leave this bed. She must be on the same page as we continue to stay wrapped up in each other, kissing, touching, and reveling in the feel of each other, neither of us eager to get up.
Finally, she glances up at me. “I’m probably setting a bad precedent here, but you were right, you know.”
Smiling down at her, I continue to skim the small of her back. “I think that’s a good way to start this marriage, but what do you mean?”
She rises up, and the sight of her bare breasts, swollen
and pink, has my cock hardening again already. It nearly cries when she slowly slides up, torturing both him and me with her cruel departure from her warmth. With a wicked grin, SHE climbs off the bed and snags a bottle of champagne.
“I don’t care what I was right about,” I groan, beckoning to her. “Come back to bed.”
She slowly shakes her head as she presses the bottle to her lips and takes a sip. “Mmm,” she moans, looking back at me. “Not so fast. You made me use muscles I forgot I have. I think a long, hot bath sounds perfect right about now.”
My cock twitches in disagreement. “Later,” I protest.
“Yep, you were definitely right. Anticipation is everything,” she quips then turns and enters the bathroom, leaving me and my hard dick all alone.
I wait about five seconds before deciding I’ve had enough anticipation for one day. After removing the used condom and grabbing another, I follow after her like a lovesick fiend who’s looking for his next fix before barely having come down from the previous high.
And when I enter the bathroom, she’s already there, waiting, bent over, and not at all protesting when I slide into her once again, this time taking her hard and fast as I watch her pleasure through the mirror. Just as her pussy starts to convulse around me, I slip out of her and spin her around to set her up on the counter. Picking up the champagne, I pour it down her front and lean forward to lap up the sweet liquid, extra careful to ensure my tongue gets every drop from her breasts. Her hands come down to grip my hair as she holds my head between her cleavage.
“Fuck me, Xavier,” she pants. “Make me come. Now.”
Who am I to say no to that?
With my tongue still caressing her skin, I grip her hips, positioning them at the perfect angle for me to push into her. Thrusting in and out at a relentless pace, I don’t stop until she’s pulling my hair, crying out my name, and clenching my cock with such force that I can no longer hold back.
“Jesus Christ,” I mutter as I lower my head and rest it in the crook of her neck. “That was . . . You are . . .”