With Harleigh in my arms, I decided to not deny her anything. I deserved her completely, after all, she was my wife. Her soft little voice went straight to my cock. If she said please one more time I was going to rip her dress, tearing it from her body.
Even knowing this was a bad idea, I wanted her skin under my fingers, in my mouth. I took her hand in mine. Her fingers felt so delicate, so soft. I kissed her knuckles and began walking back toward the bedroom. I never took my eyes from hers. At any point, she could have changed her mind. With every step, I silently urged her to continue to come with me.
The music and roses filled the air with smooth sounds and soft scents. I needed to remember to give the concierge who arranged everything a hefty tip, especially when I saw the box of condoms next to the bed.
I practically shuddered from pent-up urgency when Harleigh smoothed her hands over my chest and up to my shoulders, pushing my jacket off. She looked nervous, unsure, so I started unfastening my buttons until my shirt hung open.
I placed her hand against my skin. “You can touch me,” I said.
“Will you touch me?” she asked.
Not that I was waiting around for an invitation, but actions spoke louder than words. I palmed her breast and crushed my mouth down on hers. She moaned and I found her tongue with mine. She was on fire and burned under my touch.
I backed her to the bed and followed her down, hiking one leg up to my hip. I didn’t intend on playing any virginal rubbing teasing games. I intended on taking her fully, but I also know I would have to go slow, make sure she was good and ready. I didn’t want to hurt her.
She let out a mewing noise, and then her hips pulsed against me. She wanted the friction as much as I did.
I ran my hand over her leg and her silky underthings.
She jumped back and tried to push down her skirt.
“What is it?” I snapped out my frustration.
“My underwear, it’s not particularly sexy. I’m sorry. I should go and change that.” She tried to roll.
I pressed her back. “I don’t care if you don’t have any matching lacy panties and bra on. It’s not like you’d be in them for very long.”
I got off the bed and held my hand out to her. “Let’s get you out of this dress, we don’t want to ruin it, and then let me be the judge if your undergarments are sexy or not.”
She hesitated ever so slightly before slipping her hand into mine and standing up.
I turned her around and unfastened the dress. I lifted it from her and placed it on one of the side chairs. When I turned to look at her, she half-covered herself and blushed. Her underwear, a bra, and shapewear that covered her from just below the bra to just above the knees, was flesh-toned and nothing spectacular, but the woman wearing them was sexier than I had expected. Her breasts spilled over the cups, and I was done for. I lowered my head, and sucked in her breast, freeing it from the bra cup until I had a nipple in my mouth.
“Devin,” Harleigh squeaked.
It took determination not to lift her and throw her onto the bed. Slowly, meticulously, I unfastened the hooks to her bra, freeing the other breast so I could fill my palm with her warmth. She clutched at my head as I laved at her nipple. As much as I enjoyed having handfuls of her, she was far from naked enough.
I lowered my hands, skimming down her back and ribs, working my fingers under the edge of the restrictive garment she had on to tighten everything in. Didn’t she know how lovely the softness of her curves was? Like elastic it rolled, so I continued to roll it over her hips and down her legs.
She gasped, and I chuckled once it was off. She wasn’t wearing panties with that thing, and her hose were sexy thigh-high stockings.
I left her standing like a Venus, long enough to toss away my shirt and kick off my pants. I remembered what she said a few days earlier that had me convinced she was a virgin, so I left my shorts on. I pulled her against me, torso to torso. Letting her feel how we fit, how much better everything was skin to skin, let her get used to the press of my erect cock against her.
We kissed, and I couldn’t get enough of her. Suddenly we were both frantic in our need to consume each other. I pulled her to the bed, and let her fall across my chest. She was hot and supple under my hands. She writhed and moaned with pent-up need.
I slipped a hand between us. She was wet with desire. Simply because she was wet, didn’t mean I couldn’t rev her up further. I slid my finger between her slick folds, teasing her clit until her hips bucked. Her eyes were closed and her head back. She had the most amazing expression of intense pleasure. Her teeth chewed at her lower lip, swollen from my kisses. Her hands fisted in the sheets or grabbed onto my hair. I stopped pleasuring her breasts, and watched her face, as I stroked her pussy with my fingers.
I slid from the bed.
“Devin?” She let out a pitiful mew as she thought I had abandoned her.
“Right here,” I said. I dropped my shorts and tore open a condom pack.
She opened her eyes. I laughed as her expression changed from worry to relief and then to shock as she looked at me. I don’t think she realized she licked her lips as she watched me roll the condom down my length. I know she didn’t know how tantalizing she looked, ready and waiting for me, legs spread and pussy glistening.
I crawled back to her, pushing her into the mattress with my kisses. My hand returned to her folds, making sure her body was prepared for what we were about to do.
“Harleigh,” I growled her name, unable to resist her any longer. I positioned myself at her entrance.
“Please, yes.” Her final consent was all I needed.
I drove into her with a single thrust. She cried and bucked against me. She was perfect, soft, responsive, hot, and wet. I wanted to stay where I was and soak her in through my pores. I slid back and eased inside, her inner muscles were already tight and pulsing.
I made her my wife, completely, not just on paper. No one would be able to contest this.
I lost myself to her body. She was all soft skin and smelled of flowers. She made little gasps and moans with each thrust, driving me insane with lust. I grabbed a handful of her luscious ass and rammed into her.
Harleigh’s fingernails bit into my shoulders, intensifying my drive. Suddenly she tensed up. Her vocalization changed from a small sound to almost screaming. She moaned out my name as I felt her crash around me.
Her orgasm inspired my own and I roared my release as I pressed my hips hard against hers.
She shuddered and practically whimpered as I came back to myself and began stroking her again.
“I… I don’t think I can do it anymore,” she said around her panting.
“I’m going to keep touching you as long as I can,” I crooned.
She continued twitching and her muscles contracted, almost kicking me out of where I wanted to be most. Spent, I slid from her body and collapsed next to her. I gathered her into my arms.
“Thank you,” she said.
“We’ll need to clean up in a few minutes, but for now let me hold you,” I said.
“I didn’t expect to get so gross and sweaty,” she giggled.
“Sweaty, yes. But I wouldn’t call any of it gross.”
She snuggled in against my chest. Before I drifted off to sleep, I roused her.
“Time to clean up,” I said.
“Oh, right,” She rolled out of bed and started picking up her things.
I propped up onto my elbow. “What are you doing? Clean yourself up.”
“Sorry.” She put her clothes down on the chair with her dress and scampered into the bathroom.
When she was done, she had a towel wrapped around herself and headed for the bedroom door.
“Harleigh, where do you think you are going? Get back in bed.” I climbed out and stood in front of her. A blush pinkened her cheeks. I wanted to pull the towel from her but remembered she wasn’t experienced. Being naked, no matter how gorgeous she was, was not something she was used to. I grabbed my shorts before heading into the bathroom.
When I returned she was in bed with the covers up to her chin. I crawled in next to her and wrapped myself around her.
“Go to sleep, you have had a long day. I have a lot planned for us tomorrow.”
When I woke up, Harleigh was still in my arms. She was so peaceful, so trusting. I never wanted to hurt her. But I wasn’t going to take advantage of her. I now had to prove to her that I married her because this is what I wanted, her trust, her warmth, her touch. And for no other reason, not the old man’s money. I did that part for her. She deserved her inheritance, and not to be forced into what she considered a loveless marriage.
I had my work cut out for me.
I kissed her temple, and then her mouth. I was rewarded with a smile, and then she stretched that sumptuous body of hers. Sliding her skin over mine. My cock jumped to life, happily ready to perform more honeymoon duties.
I rolled Hareigh under me and began kissing her neck. She squirmed and giggled. I had a naked happy Harleigh in my arms and my bed. This was stacking up to a pretty spectacular honeymoon.
When I reached between her legs, she gasped, and then moaned and pushed against me.
I pulled back from her. “Are you okay?”
“It’s a little sore down there. I’m sorry. Is that normal?”
“It’s perfectly normal. We should get up anyway. I’ll order breakfast while you get dressed.”
“Why do we have to get up?”
“I have a few surprises for you today,” I said.
Her face lit up and her smile made something tighten in my chest.
“I love your surprises.”
