I watch her as she goes off and see her lost to pleasure she’s obviously never felt before. No matter who took her cherry, I know that this first orgasm is mine. And so are the rest of them for as long as we both shall live.
Chapter Five
Phoebe
I jerk awake and sit up in an enormous white fluffy bed. It’s got a beautiful canopy overhead that drapes down the sides. Light floods in through the two open doors that lead into the bathroom, and from what I can see, the whole bedroom is decorated in whites and soft touches of gold.
Even though I’m pretty sure it’s morning from the light peeking in under the closed curtains, the fireplace is roaring in the corner. This bedroom is a slice of heaven and the last kind of thing I’d expect to be in Boone’s home.
Of course he can afford any kind of room he wants. From what I’ve seen of the house so far, when I was actually paying attention, I could tell everything was breathtaking. But this room is so feminine and soft that I think it’s made for a girl. I wonder if I’m in a guest room, because nothing about this room makes me think it could be Boone’s.
I turn to the empty side of the bed, where I can see the outline of where someone had lain on top of the comforter. There is also a chair next to my side of the bed that feels out of place.
An empty tumbler sits on my nightstand, and I can tell there was some kind of liquor in it. Boone must have been sitting here. Was he watching over me because I’d crashed or because he thought I might make an escape? I’d never even thought about that possibility until now.
I barely remember him lifting me from the table and carrying me through the house. The orgasm hit me so hard that it was a downward spiral from there. I’m guessing it was an emotional crash of sorts. I’m not sure what else to call it. I’ve never experienced something like that before. I went down hard, and he must have tucked me into bed. I’m sure if we’d done more I’d not only feel it but I’d remember that too.
“Oh!” I gasp when I slip from the bed, realizing I’m completely naked.
I spot my dress crumpled on the floor, but I make a straight shot toward the bathroom, sure I’ll find a robe or something to put on.
“Holy crap!” I squeak when I enter to see my husband standing in the shower. The water is pouring down over him, and he turns his head to look at me, his eyes locking with mine. “Sorry!” I say but stand there unable to move.
My eyes travel down his perfect, ripped muscles. I’ve never seen a man naked before. Not in person at least. He shifts so his body is fully facing me, giving me a better view of him as he wraps his hand around his cock. He starts to slowly stroke himself, and a rush of heat spirals through me before going straight between my legs. What is wrong with me? Why am I not leaving?
“Come here,” he orders.
My legs finally move, but instead of running out of the bathroom, I move toward him. My body craves what he did to it last night, and when I get close, he pushes open the shower door. His hand snatches me like a viper and locks around my wrist. He pulls me under the warm spray of the water with him before I have a chance to run.
“What are you doing?” I gasp.
“For a girl who’s been with a man, you ask very innocent questions.” I backpedal a few steps, but he only yanks me back into him. My wet body rubs against him, and his hard cock presses into the softness of my stomach. “Touch me.” It’s another order, but I swear I hear a hint of pain laced in it. From the moment I met him, he’s done nothing but confuse me.
My hand on his chest slips down to wrap around his cock. I want to ease the pain for him that I know he’s feeling right now. I’m surprised to find his cock is hard yet silky to the touch.
What I’m also wondering is how this thing is ever fitting inside of me. Not that my body is too worried. My sex clenches over and over again at the idea. I want him there, and the sense of being empty inside fills me as my need gets more intense.
“Like this?” I stroke him the same way I saw him do to himself. A groan rumbles from deep inside of him, and I jerk my hand back, scared I’ve hurt him.
“Don’t stop,” he begs and grabs my hand to bring it back to his cock. This time when I wrap it around him, he puts his hand over mine. I’m surprised by how much pressure to use, but the groans that come from him mean it must be good.
His other hand grabs my hip, and he backs me up until I hit the shower wall. I keep stroking him, not sure if I’m moving my hand on my own or if he’s moving it for me. It doesn’t matter. I want to see him cum.
I stare down at his cock trapped between us, seeing the head grow redder as small drops of cum bead at the tip. They run down over the side and onto my stomach. I can see it more clearly now that he’s moved us out from under the spray of water.
“Phoebe.” He suddenly shouts my name as his whole body goes rigid.
Cum splatters on my stomach as I keep going until he releases my hand and sags against me. He buries his face in my neck, and for some reason I keep my hold on him, expecting his cock to soften like I’ve read about in books. It’s still just as hard as when I started.
“Boone, please.” I squeeze my legs together, desperate for some kind of friction. The words are out of my mouth before I realize I’m saying them.
He nibbles on my neck. “You want me to eat your pussy again?”
“Yes.”
“Say please again. It sounds so pretty coming from your lips.” He lifts his head to stare down at me.
“Please.”
“All you ever have to do is ask,” he says before he falls to his knees in front of me, shifting my whole world once again.
Chapter Six
Boone
“So you’ve had a man before?” I look up at her, and even with my cum smeared across her belly, she blushes.
Leaning forward, I slide my tongue between her lips and rub my thumb over the same spot. When I push it into her opening, I shake my head. She’s so fucking tight I can hardly get it in.
“Don’t lie to me, Phoebe. You’re my wife now.” I look up at her as I push my index finger to her ass and press against her tight hole. “Your pussy is just as tight as this.”
“I—I may have lied.” She bites her bottom lip as I press against her ass a little more.
“Did you think I wouldn’t want you if you’d been with someone before?” I wait, and after a second, she nods. “Sweet petal, you’re never getting rid of me.”
My mouth goes to her clit at the same time I slide my finger in her ass, and she cries out. My thumb moves in and out of her pussy, and she grips me like a vise. My cock hangs heavy and hard, still sensitive from cumming just a second ago. But I’ve got the need to fuck her or I’ll go insane.
“I’m too big for you.” I’m angry even as I say the words. “Well, I have to start slow and build it up.”
“Okay.” She’s breathless as she leans back against the tile and spreads her legs wider.
My thumb moves faster in her pussy along with my finger in her ass. My tongue teases her clit, but I don’t want her to cum yet. I want her to do it on my cock. When I slide my digits out of her, she makes the cutest little whine, and I smile as I stand up.