BREATHE: A Billionaire Romance, Part Five (7 page)

I took his hand in mine as our tongues danced with incredible fervor.

The physical intimacy between a husband and wife had always intrigued me to be honest. And now that I was experiencing it first hand, I couldn’t believe it. It was worth the intrigue. It was worth everything. Feeling him, feeling the passion, the love, the pleasure…it was all worth the wait of over thirty years.

His kisses became more intense, more demanding and passionate, and I could tell that he was ready. And I was more than happy to give into them—and him—knowing that at some point in the evening that I was likely to be just as demanding, if not much more.

He pulled me even tighter into him, and I moaned when I felt his erection press against my hip.

“We need to get these damn clothes off,” he whispered in my ear, his breath like hot silk as it rolled over the sensitive flesh there and seared into me.

He shook his grey jacket off with a smirk and began pulling and tugging at my dress.

“Take my shirt off,” he demanded, heatedly, as he continued yanking at my dress.

My fingers shook as I struggled to unbutton the first button. 

My breath heaved heavily with nervousness. As I took in a deep breath, trying to steady myself into calmness, I caught a wonderful trace of vanilla musk. I groaned as I smelled it, smelled him.

I loved that smell. Always had. Just after a short time knowing him, I realized that it was just his scent—his natural scent. It was from the soap he used, mixed and infused with his wonderful natural aroma. And I loved it.

I sighed, annoyed that I was so nervous, but at the same time I understood.

This wasn’t like all the other times we had fallen, tangled in one another. This time was new; it was different. It was the first time as man and wife…and that meant something. At least to me, it did.

I took his lead and unbuttoned his shirt; only to find that in his haste he had undressed me almost entirely before I even got his shirt even so much as halfway undone.

I felt myself blush and my mouth go dry when I realized that he had already taken all of my clothes off. I had to mentally curse myself to further my progress on ridding him of
his
clothes, disappointed that I was letting my butterflies get the better of me. For the love of God, I couldn’t even rid him of his shirt before he got me out of my dress and undergarments!

And it was then that I didn’t know if it was the pressure of having sex for the first time as a married couple, or if it was just because I was so damned overwhelmed with
all
the emotions that came from being married.

Whatever it was, though, the fact remained that I was a nervous wreck.

“Dayum girl, you looking foine!” He snapped his fingers, as he pulled away from me, eyeing me up and down. I felt myself blush, but more than anything, I was just amused. I laughed. And I laughed hard.

There was something about him. He always made me feel better.

It was rare that he had humor, but when he did, it dang near busted my gut open.

He always knew exactly what to do to make everything better.

“You’re going to ruin the mood!” He wasn’t. On the contrary, I wanted him more.

He smiled and brought us both together beneath the covers just before he leaned in to kiss me.

As soon as we were canopied and cocooned within the sheets, I felt a warmth unlike any other wash over me. Being so incredibly close to him, I immediately felt any sort of fear that I had about what wedding night sex was supposed to be fly away.

Only the intimacy and love of the evening came forth, and I knew then that was all that mattered. There was no expectation or standard that I had to reach. I was already there.
I
was what he wanted—for better or worse.

Me.

Just me.

My hearted thudded in my chest, and I couldn’t think of a time that I was happier than I was in that moment; with him; as his wife; exploring him…and him exploring me.

It all just felt so natural.

His kisses trailed along my neck and down, eventually reaching my perked-up-and-incredibly-engorged breasts. He was exploring me—with his mouth
and
his hands.

I could do nothing but let out the whimper that had been trying to escape for some time already; the tale-tale sign of me enjoying myself quite thoroughly. I had been trying to stifle it back, but as he continued to assault my body in glorious ways, it had all proven to become too difficult to hide away. And before I knew it, by his glorious kisses and explorative touches, that same whimper became a full-throttled moan.

When his hand slipped between my legs and began fondling my arousal, I thought I was going to burst. “So gorgeous. So unbelievably perfect,” he whispered between the kisses he lay all over my flesh and lips.

“God, Derek! Ahh!” I was completely lost for words.

His fingers slipped between my folds and began to touch my sensitive and oh-so-hard clit so tenderly and lovingly that I could do nothing more than cry out in pleasure.

It was almost as if the sensations were new, like I was a virgin once again, making love for the first time. And if I didn’t know any better, I would have believed it.

Everything felt new and exciting once again, and I felt nothing more than wonderment as I felt his member rub against my thigh. My hands began to explore his gorgeously sculpted body, and I could do nothing more than to thank the heavens above that he was healthy once again.

Ever since kicking the toxins out of his body, his muscles seemed to fill out once again and his body looked even more god-like than before. His skin felt beautiful to the touch; his shoulders silk and smooth; his chest hard, yet curiously soft at the same time.

I felt primal once again, but I also felt something else, something dignified. It felt different to be making love to my
husband
.

When he moved up again to claim my lips, I took the opportunity presented to lace my fingers in his hair. As soon as one of the fingers that had been working my clit entered me, I pulled and tugged his hair for all that it was worth, feeling an extraordinary pleasure like no other.

“Oh, God, honey,” he panted, seeming quite hot and bothered, lips slightly swelled from kissing. His breath was heavy and hot on my flesh, as he continued to pump his finger in and out of me, in perfect rhythm.

“Oh, yeah!” were the only words that I could manage.

“You feel so good!” he groaned, slipping an additional finger inside of me just before hooking both in an upward come-hither motion. With every thrust he hit that oh-so-glorious spot, and I could do nothing but squeal in pleasure.

I wanted nothing more than for him to replace his finger with the pulsating cock I felt rubbing against my flesh. I was soaked, ready and waiting for him.

I needed him.

And that need and lustful want was precisely what made the rest of my butterflies flee, and my nerves become almost non-existent.

I wanted my husband. And I wanted him immediately.

Derek shifted himself on top of me, positioning himself between my legs so that I could spread myself open even more for him.

He locked eyes with me and held a look I wasn’t quite sure I had seen before.

“Zoe, I can’t believe how much I love you,” he declared, leaning in, reaching for my lips once more before taking them as his own and assaulting them with everything he had.

“Well right back at ya,” I replied with a smirk, pulling back from the kiss.

Everything that he said, everything that he did, and every expression that he flashed me showed me that he had so much compassion in him that I felt goosebumps rise over the entire length of my body’s flesh.

A tear fell from the brim of his eye, down his cheek, leaving a trail of emotion. And then he sighed. “I’m yours,” he said, his voice breaking.

My eyes glistened in response, and I knew that if I spoke my voice would have broken, too. There was so much emotion happening that I couldn’t really even believe it; there was so much passion, so much love.

Normally, I would have tried to turn tail and run from it, but I couldn’t. Not from Derek.

I accepted every emotion I experienced when it came to him.

“I need you,” I gasped, finally finding my voice. I was asking, pleading with him to finally enter me, to finally show me what wedding night sex was all about.

And just like that, my request seemed to spur him into action as I suddenly felt him move and rub his throbbing erection against my wet folds, sliding effortless in between them, just along the slit. I moaned, my hips bucking up into him, trying desperately to make him understand what I wanted.

It wasn’t hard, though, with Derek. He always knew what I wanted.

He smirked just before rubbing the head of his erect cock up and down over my pulsating clit, sending waves of pleasure and glee throughout my entire body.

He was sliding in between my slit with ease, my core wetter than it had ever been before.

“Come on, Derek,” I breathed, pleading with him once again.

He didn’t smirk or grin; he only leaned his head down towards mine even closer than it was. His eyes bore into mine, intently, with determination. He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. We were connected in that moment, and no words were necessary. There was only passion, and love—a lot of love.

With his hand, he pressed the tip of his glorious erection at my awaiting entrance and slowly began to push inside of me. And as soon as he was in, I felt complete. I felt like we were two halves a whole, finally connected as one, and with every thrust that feeling intensified more and more.

We were both breathing heavily, panting even. And even with our breathless fervor, he leaned in and kissed me again.

I moaned into his mouth and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss.

“You’re my wife,” he said with a childlike grin atop his face, as he pulled away breathlessly. I smiled; it was far too rare of a sight for him to hold a childlike and innocent grin such as that.

It was cute. I really hated that I didn’t see it more, but then again, if I had, I probably wouldn’t have learned to appreciate it as much as I had. I laughed.

We
were
married.

I loved it. But I think I loved it even more that he was so excited about it.

He let out a stifled moan as he continued to thrust into me; the pleasure becoming too much for him. And I understood, all too well, the feeling of it all becoming too much because I was feeling it, too.

I couldn’t even begin to describe the exquisite sensations I felt as he thrust in and out of me.

As his movements became stronger and faster, pounding into me with feverish desire, we were both at the mercy of such a delightful, unheard of, and unexperienced pleasure. We were crying out in lustful wails, moaning incoherencies, and panting until we could pant no more.

It had all become—if it hadn’t been from the very get-go—more than just your ordinary, everyday, pleasurable sensations. The sexual flavor that I felt was pouring out into a whole new league, a league of its own. The sensations were out of this world, out of any sort of realm of possibility that I had ever once even imagined. It was incredible, and I couldn’t describe just how incredible it was.

I was overly sensitive to everything, and my senses were heightened so that I was overly aware of Derek’s every move.

His hands and mouth explored me, as his cock sank in and out of me with a pace so fast that I knew I was closing in on the brink.

My body seemed to know just exactly how to move with him though. I suppose it had to do with all the practice we had over the previous months, but with every thrust of his hips, I met him, allowing for him to delve deeper and deeper.

I wrapped my legs around his hips, only for him to quicken the pace even more than before. And that was where I lost it.

Incoherencies spewed out, and my voice echoed louder and louder with every single slam of his cock inside of me.

I wasn’t even sure that I could endure it all much longer. I knew that I was close, so fucking close.

“Ohh! Ohh!!” I bellowed. “Derek, honey, I’m almost there!”

He groaned, and I was just thankful that what I had said had been coherent. Because every time he knew that I was close, he worked that much harder to push me over the edge. And I loved him for it.

He slipped his hand between us and pressed his fingers over my pulsating clit, adamant to give me as much pleasure as humanly possible before the great plunge into the orgasmic abyss.

With only a couple more thrusts and circular motions to my clit, I broke apart.

Completely apart.

I felt the pleasure that had been mounting throughout the entire session completely take control and obliterate anything and everything physical. I couldn’t breathe; I couldn’t move; I couldn’t think; I was paralyzed in the orgasm. Completely at its whim.

Shocks ran through me, electricity jolting my very core, and I gripped the crisp, soft sheets, as I thrashed about, my walls tightening around his cock with everything that they were worth.

And I knew by his sounds, that I was pulling him into oblivion right along with me.

“FUCK!” he screamed. “I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, BABY!” And with one more stroke I felt him blast his hot seed inside of me, as my own overwhelming sensations began to subside.

“I love you, too,” I said and sighed, tangled up in him.

I smiled, content, and feeling rewarded.

I had just had the best sex and intimacy of my life, and it was with my husband.

My
husband
, Derek Sholts.

All that was left was to see if he could deal with Beckom, the little Golden retriever and furry bundle of joy that would be joining his apartment soon.

~ END ~

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