He put his hands at her waist.
She sighed, taking his hands and placing them over her breasts. “Touch me. I trust you.” She went onto her tiptoes and brushed her lips across his.
Fuck, he didn’t want to rush and he certainly didn’t want to hurt her. Sex with a virgin was painful for a woman. At the thought of causing her any kind of pain, he didn’t want to do it.
Just this first time.
Deepening the kiss, he heard her moan as he cupped her tits, feeling the hard buds against his palm. She ran her hands down toward his stomach, and she stopped, her fingers grazing across the band of his pants. He was already hard but as she slid inside and touched him, he broke the kiss, resting his head against hers as he cried out.
“Does it hurt?”
“No, it feels good. So fucking good.”
She suddenly stepped back and he watched as she reached behind her. Slowly, she wriggled out of the dress. He’d found it with the sole intention of marrying her in it and taking it off. The perfect disguise so her parents wouldn’t know what he had planned.
White lace sat on her body beneath the dress, enhancing her red nipples and thatch of hair between her thighs.
He pulled his shirt off, unbuttoned his jeans, and kicked off his boots. Tabby had already removed her shoes.
When she went for the catch of her bra, he shook his head. “Let me.” He stepped up toward her and flicked the catch. Her bra opened and her tits spilled forward. Cupping them in his palm, he teased the nipple. As he stared into her eyes, he leaned down and flicked each bud with his tongue.
She cried out, arching up.
Her hand moved between his thighs as she cupped him. He let out a curse, especially as she moved his pants out of the way and stroked his rock-hard erection.
Skimming his fingers down her body, he touched her pussy, stroking across her panties, sliding a finger between her slit, and using the friction of her panties to create some pleasure.
“Simon, that feels so good.”
He moved her toward the bed, sitting her down on the edge of it. Pulling her panties down, he spread her thighs.
“Simon?”
“Trust me?”
“Of course. Always.”
He leaned in close and flicked her clit, touching his tongue to her pussy. “Relax.”
She lay back and he worked her pussy, teasing his tongue across her nub, then down to her entrance and back up again. Sucking her into his mouth, he heard her moans. She tasted so good and feeling her move her pussy over his face felt good.
It didn’t take her long to come and as she screamed his name, he swallowed her down. Drawing her down to earth, he leaned back, wiping his face.
“Wow,” she said. “Where did you learn that?”
“I want to give you the world, baby,” he said.
He reached into his jeans, grabbed his wallet, and removed the condom. After tearing into it, he slid it down his length and Tabby moved toward the center of the bed.
“Tell me if you want me to stop?”
“Are you crazy? Hell, no,” she said.
“Good.” He took possession of her lips, pressing the tip of his cock to her entrance. He paused. Waiting. The seconds passed, and then, he slammed deep inside her, tearing through her virginity, finally claiming his girl all for himself.
She cried out, tensing up, and he swallowed down her pain, staying perfectly still as she got accustomed to the length of his cock.
“Simon,” she said.
“I know. Please, don’t hate me.”
She chuckled, the sound rushing through his body. He pulled back to see tears in her eyes, but he had some in his own as well. She cupped his cheek. “You have no reason to cry.”
“I can’t stand the thought of hurting you.”
“I’m the luckiest woman in the world,” she said. “I don’t know what I did to get you.”
“You were yourself, and I will always be with you.”
“Make love to me, Simon.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. I’m ready.”
He pulled out of her, watching for any sign of discomfort. When there was none, he slowly began to rock inside her. She felt so good, and the pleasure, it was already building. She was tight, warm, and it was so good.
She cried out as he went harder but she didn’t allow him to slow down. He tried to make it last, but it was too much. He came, hard, filling her as he wrapped his arms around her.
“It will get better,” he said.
“I don’t know, I thought that was pretty damn perfect.”
Chapter Eighteen
Present Day
They kept their marriage private. Only Miles, Anthony, and Daisy knew. She also confided in her sister Tate, who was also in agreement about keeping the marriage on the down-low. She believed their parents would pitch a fit, which would cause trouble. She wasn’t interested in causing trouble.
“I’m going to miss you,” Tabitha said to Simon in the cafeteria. He’d already told her he was heading back to Piston County to see his parents and his friends. Simon had already started to prospect for the club. As he was only eighteen, there hadn’t been a big initiation yet, and he was testing the waters at home. He didn’t want to leave her for long periods of time. She knew he was nervous about her getting too comfortable being back in Fort Wills. She smiled when she thought of how he made a fuss whenever he returned home. Thinking about him, she touched her chest where her ring currently lay. They both wore their wedding rings around their necks. She had hers on the necklace he gave her when they were younger that she rarely took off, while Simon had placed his on the locket. So far, they’d been able to keep their marriage a secret. They’d also gotten better at sex. It had been a week and already Tabitha enjoyed it a lot more than the first time. Of course, there was nothing better than when Simon went down on her, and they’d even tried it the other way around, but he’d asked her to stop as he’d enjoyed it too much. Being with him was better than she could have imagined.
After lunch, Simon headed out of the school while she went to English. Taking a seat in the back, she stared out of the window, ignoring her companion who’d been sitting next to her for months. Luke hadn’t tried to talk to her for a while now, which she was happy about. He was still the enemy, even if he did try to play nice.
Holding on to the wedding band, she twirled it in her fingers, smiling as she recalled the moment Simon became hers.
“What are your plans for the summer?” Luke asked.
She turned to her right. “Huh?”
“The summer. After graduation.”
“Oh, wouldn’t you like to know?”
“I would, actually.”
“It’s good to want things.” She offered him a smile.
“I don’t think that loser you’re dating is good for you.”
She rolled her eyes. “You don’t know the first thing about Simon or me. Don’t even think you can talk to me about him.” She didn’t want to talk to this guy.
“Look, I get that you’ve been together since you were kids—”
“How did you know that?” she asked, glaring at him.
“I asked around. People know shit as well, even about my club.”