The Most Beautiful Girl In The World

by Rachel Burns

  Emily giggles when he showered off her feet.

  Oliver beamed at her. He doubted that he’d ever been happier.

  Emily washed off her make-up and looked at her daddy.

  “Better, much better,” he told her. He held his hand out to her again.

  Emily took it, and he brought her to the bedroom. He smiled at her. She was scared.

  “Daddy wants to make love to you now. Do you know what that means?”

  Emily nodded at him.

  Oliver wasn’t sure if she did. She could have some funny notion about sex. “Daddy is going to help you out of your clothes. I’m going to look at you.” He knew that she wouldn’t like that. “When my body is very pleased with what it sees, it will change. Only a very beautiful woman can make my body change.”

  Emily nodded at him. Now he was certain that she had no clue what he wanted.

  “It’s hot. I’ll get you out of your things, baby.” He removed the white slip that she’d been wearing under her wedding dress. He removed her bra and had to swallow hard. She had the biggest breasts he’d ever seen in real life. They were soft and his fingers sank into her skin. His other hand took hold of her other breast. He lifted them so her nipples were pointing up at him. “These are very nice.”

  He lowered his head and sucked on one of her nipples, gently drawing it into his mouth and circling his tongue around the hard bud that formed when he touched her.

  Not only was his body responding to hers, but also her body was clearly showing him that she liked it when he touched her.

  He released her nipple and moved to the other one. He sucked on that nipple even longer, enjoying the feeling of her in his mouth.

  When he released her nipple, he grinned at the results. Her nipple stood out dark red from her heavy breast.

  Oliver couldn’t help himself. He needed to be touched. He took hold of Emily’s hand and guided it inside of his boxers. Her soft hand wrapped around his penis. His fingers wrapped around her hand, guiding her again, showing her how he longed to be stroked.

  Emily had seen drawings of penises before, but having one in her hand was astonishing. He was hard and soft all in one, as soft as silk and as hard as steel at the same time.

  Oliver released her hand and she continued to move the way he wanted. He pushed his boxers down to his knees and tilted his head back.

  Emily was fascinated with the way he looked. His body was athletic. He’d told her stories of playing sports with his friends and in teams. His muscles were tight, and he had a six-pack on his tummy without being bulky. His shoulders weren’t broad like a bodybuilder’s body. Instead, he was trim and lean, like an animal on the prowl. He was the alpha, the leader. Others did the heavy work for him. His true power came from his mind.

  Oliver lifted his head and saw his wife staring at his penis. Her sweet little hand was still moving, but it was time for him to move her the way he wanted to take her. He placed his hands on her shoulders, getting her attention.

  Oliver needed to stop her. He was ready, but he doubted that she was. He didn’t want to get too close and suffer while he was getting her ready.

  “Emily, let go. I need to remove your panties so we can lie down.”

  “Yes, Daddy,” she said looking into his eyes.

  “Holy crap,” he said, as his penis jumped, responding her saying Daddy and the look in her eyes as she said it. His body agreed with his mind. She was extremely sexy. Her curves and softness were calling to him, telling him to come home and stay there.

  He stepped closer to her as his fingers slipped into her panties. He couldn’t resist cupping her sex in his hand. Her body fit perfectly into his hand. He massaged her, feeling her knees start to shake as he pressed the palm of his hand into her clitoris.

  She reached out to him and laid a hand on his shoulder, fearing that her knees would give in and that she’d fall to the floor because of the shocks that his body was sending through hers.

  “Oh, Daddy.”

  “I know. Touching each other is great.” He smiled at Emily.

  “Are we going to do this often?” she asked him.

  Oliver could tell that she wanted to know what their future together was going to look like. He gave her a beautiful smile. “Whenever you let me,” he answered her honestly.

  “But you’re the daddy?”

  “And Daddy wants to make his little girl happy. Whenever you aren’t feeling well, we won’t make love. I, on the other hand, will constantly be ready to touch you. That’s how men are. We follow the woman’s lead in the bedroom. All you have to do is look at me and say that you want me. I’ll take over from there.”

  “Are you being silly, Daddy?” she asked.

  “No, Emily, only overly honest. I think honesty is very important.”

  “So do I, Daddy.”

  Oliver removed her panties and looked at her bald mound. She looked so sweet and innocent, like a clean virgin should.

  He guided her to the bed and laid her down with a couple of pillows under her shoulders and head so she was half-sitting in bed.

  Her knees were pressing together, and she was feeling shy.

  “I need to look at you and touch you to get you ready for making love. Are you sure you know what that means?”

  She nodded at him, pressing her lips tightly together.

  “Tell me.” The last thing he wanted was to scare or disgust her.

  “You’re going to put that.” She wrapped her hand around his penis, making him close his eyes with pleasure. “Inside of me.” She let go of him.

  His eyes flew open to see her pointing between her legs.

  “And it’s going to hurt a little, but that’s necessary so you know that no man has ever been inside of me before.”

  Good Lord, but her innocence is turning me on, he thought.

  “It won’t hurt after that, ever again.” She smiled at him.

  “That’s right, Emily. Daddy is going to make sure that it doesn’t. You only have to be brave this once.” He laid his hands on her knees. Slowly, he parted her legs and looked down between them. Her thick lips slightly opened when he opened her legs, showing her hidden pink skin.

  Before he thought about what he was doing, he was touching her, parting her lips and looking at the tiny hole where his penis would have to push through. It was so unfair. She was going to suffer, and a man never had to suffer that way.

  He laid his hand over her, wanting to protect her.

  “Is something wrong, Daddy?”

  “No, Emily. I’m a little sad because I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “That’s okay, Daddy. I understand.”

  “You really are brave.” Oliver was very impressed with his wife.

  Emily was holding her breath.

  “Emily, it’s going to take a while. I’m not going to just do it. I’m going to take my time with this. I’m going to touch you, and you can touch me anywhere you want to. You’re my wife.”

  Emily smiled at him. She reached out and touched his cheek. At this time of night, his stubble was scratchy.

  Oliver turned his head and kissed the palm of her hand, amazed that they were both so relaxed with each other. He’d known his Emily a little over twenty-four hours, and already, he felt comfortable with her like his colleague and wife did.

  Oliver lifted up Emily’s legs and sat back on his heels. He placed her legs left and right of him, so he was cuddled between them. He ran his hands over her legs and her body, talking to her and telling her how beautiful he thought she was and how glad he was that she was his wife.

  Emily reached out and touched him, running her hands up and down his strong arms. Her daddy didn’t have her problem. He ate a lot, but he didn’t have any extra pounds.

  “I think you’re very good-looking, Daddy. Most of the men who came to the orphanage were old.”

  Oliver’s shoulder slumped a little.

  “What’s wrong Daddy?” Emily asked.

  Oliver smiled at her. She was
already able to read his body language. “I was hoping that we could find a couple like us that we could be friends with. I doubt that I’d be able to be close friends with an old guy.”

  “They weren’t all old, Daddy. Samantha’s daddy was around your age.”

  “Who’s Samantha?” Oliver asked. His hands were still moving over her body.

  “She was my best friend at the orphanage.”

  “Do you know her daddy’s last name?”

  Emily shook her head.

  “Maybe if you went to that school your director told me about, we could find a couple to be friends with. A couple who we could be ourselves with.”

  “I’d like that. Calling you by your name feels wrong? Why can’t I do it when other people are around?” Her forehead wrinkled up with worry.

  Oliver leaned over her and kissed the lines of worry that had formed there. “Because being your Daddy is something so special that I don’t want anyone to twist it into something wrong. I know this feels right to me.”

  “It feels right to me too.”

  Oliver beamed at her. Nothing had ever felt better in all of his life.

  Now that he was leaning over her, he didn’t want to get off of her. He kissed her behind her ear and kneaded her breasts in his hands.

  “Are you ready, Emily?” They’d been petting each other and talking for over an hour.

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  “I love you very much, Emily. That will never change.”

  “I know, Daddy.”

  Oliver kissed her lips and stroked over her clitoris. She may be ready, but he wasn’t ready to hurt her yet. She’d been perfectly sweet to him since he met her. He hated doing anything that might hurt her.

  “Daddy, I feel funny.”

  “Funny?”

  “It’s so warm in here.”

  “Yes, it is, baby.” Oliver smiled at her. She was ready. It was up to him to take control. He sat back on his heels. “Take him in your hand again.”

  Emily immediately obeyed her daddy.

  Oliver looked down. Her body was open for the taking and her hand was wrapped around his penis. This was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen. Love was already making sex better and he wasn’t even inside of her yet.

  “Okay, Emily. Let’s try and see what happens.” He removed her hand and took hold of his penis.

  Emily moved her hands to his knees, bracing herself for what was to come.

  Oliver placed the tip of his penis against the tiny opening. He hadn’t been with a virgin since his first girlfriend many years ago. Neither of them had really known what they were doing. He’d been lucky because his girlfriend had guided him into her.

  Oliver couldn’t ask Emily to do that. He was her daddy and she was looking to him to know how this was done. This was very important to Emily. It was her first time. He had to do it right.

  Slowly, he pushed forward.

  Emily tensed up and tried to move back. Oliver pulled back too. “Did I hurt you?”

  “I got scared.”

  “That’s okay, baby. We have lots of time.” He rubbed her legs, trying to relax her again.

  He took hold of his penis. It was straining to get inside of her. Her open body was calling to him. He wanted to thrust into her hard and claim her as his, but he loved her and wanted her to love him back.

  “Okay, I’m ready.” Emily was telling herself that she wanted to get this over with. She trusted her daddy and knew that he hated hurting her.

  Oliver considered quitting. His mind was telling him that this didn’t need to be done today. His body, on the other hand, was telling him that he needed to do this soon. He wanted to see his penis buried inside of her where he belonged. She was his wife and he loved her.

  He tried to enter her again. The tip of his penis entered her. The feeling of her tight skin around him made it almost impossible not to drive into her deeper.

  Emily pulled away from him again, and his penis popped out of her.

  “Emily, did it hurt that much?” he asked her, kindly.

  “I don’t know. I’m scared, I guess.”

  “Emily, I’m going to try it one more time. I need you to be brave and lie still. Can you do that for your Daddy?”

  Emily thought about it for a moment, and then she nodded at him.

  “Stay still, baby.” Oliver once again took hold of his penis. He worked the tip in again. Emily was squirming around, and he knew that she was going to pull away in a second.

  He lifted up off his heels and thrust into her completely, breaking the skin that meant that he was the only man to be inside of her. She was his and only his.

  Emily panicked. She looked to her husband to make her feel better.

  Oliver lowered his body so he was lying on top of her. “Wrap your arms around me, Emily,” he instructed her. “The pain will go away soon.”

  “You promise?” she asked him, with huge eyes.

  Oliver could see that she trusted him completely. “Yes, Emily. I promise.” Slowly, he glided in and out of her, never taking his eyes away from her.

  “I love you so much. You’re making me very happy.”

  “I am?”

  “Oh yes. You can’t imagine. Soon this will feel very good for you too. You’ll like it when we do our special hug.”

  “I like it already, Daddy. It feels …” She didn’t know how to put it into words.

  Oliver smiled at her. “Yes, it does. I’m glad you like it, because on a honeymoon, couples do this a lot. In fact, this is the whole point.”

  “Really?” she asked, astounded.

  “Our bodies will always feel best when they’re this close. But this is something that you can only do with me, and I only do this with you, never anyone else. Do you understand that, Emily?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  “You’re such a good girl, Emily. I’m so glad I found you.”

  “I’m glad you came and got me. I had to wait a long time for you.”

  “You’ll never have to wait again. I promise.” Oliver closed his eyes and let himself feel her luscious body around him. He liked that she had something to grab onto. This felt so much better than it had ever felt with the models he dated.

  His hands sunk into her body. He was able to take hold of her and thrust into her. He could hear his body smacking against hers.

  Emily was panting and reaching for his backside, trying to take hold of him and pull him closer to her.

  She wished she were thinner so he could get even closer to her. Her hands found their goal. She squeezed his hind cheeks in her hands, feeling the rocking motion his body was making. It was beautiful.

  It amazed her that he wanted to be as close to her as possible. He’d chosen her from all the girls, even demanding to have her and only her. She’d be loyal to him for the rest of her life. He was good to her and he understood her.

  Oliver was thinking something very similar. If his Emily would continue to love him and want to be near him, he’d loved her forever.

  Chapter 7

  Oliver picked up Emily’s suitcase and handed it to the bellboy who was a grown man. They were going home today.

  Home would be his parent’s house. He’d called them and informed them that he would be coming with his bride.

  They’d been surprised and it was clear that they assumed that he’d married the first best girl he could find so he wouldn’t lose his inheritance.

  Oliver had begged his parents to be nice to her, telling them that Emily was important to him. They hadn’t been pleased that he’d married an orphan with only a high school education, and they were predicting that she’d divorce him within the year.

  Oliver knew better. This marriage was going to last. The honeymoon had brought them closer together. He now knew that he couldn’t live without her.

  Oliver had enjoyed his honeymoon thoroughly. He looked at Emily. She was standing by the window looking out again. She was going to miss the hotel garden.

  Oliver was going to
miss making love to her all day. They only stopped to go for walks and when they ate the amazing meals that the chef prepared for them.

  Oliver didn’t think it was possible, but they’d been surprisingly popular here. Everyone loved Emily. She had a way about her that drew people in.

  She also had a way about her that made him more likable. He didn’t snap at anyone, and he felt more satisfied with the people around him. His outlook on life had changed for the better.

  And the sex had been amazing. Emily was no longer shy about sharing her body with him. She wasn’t shy about touching him either.

  He’d practically fallen off the bed when she asked him when he was going to teach her how she could pleasure him with her mouth. It was unbelievable how well her orphanage had trained her to please him.

  She accepted him the way he was without question. Nothing he did made her want to leave his side. In fact, she got scared when she lost sight of him. Her eyes constantly looked to him to make sure that he was still by her side.

  He wasn’t going anywhere without her.

  They’d be traveling home in his private plane. He’d had his parents send it to collect them.

  “I hope we can get all of our stuff in the trunk of my car. We certainly did our part to stabilize the economy here.”

  “Did I buy too much?” Emily asked him.

  “No, you didn’t. You were perfect.” She hadn’t purchased anything that was expensive. They’d gone clothes shopping to buy clothes for when it was only them and clothes for when his parents were around. He had no intention of explaining their special relationship. That was none of their business.

  Emily had let Oliver pick out all of her things. When he said no, she didn’t argue and when he insisted that something was adorable she liked it too. Emily was a people pleaser.

  Oliver was an Emily pleaser. Anything that made her happy made him happy.

  They got along perfectly.