She nods, chewing on her lower lip as she walks toward me. As my hand closes around hers, it’s as if I just won a war and the sweetest celebration will follow.
I lead her into the second bedroom of the penthouse, where I had changed earlier. It’s the master suite, and sitting by the bed is a magnum of champagne.
As I rip off my tie, I face her with a sinister smile, knowing what happens now and reveling in her acceptance of that.
“I’ll be gentle.” I promise, and she nods nervously.
“It’s okay. I, um, well, I want this Julius, and I’m not afraid.”
My heart almost melts as she stares at me with defiance wrapped in nerves, and I nod as I shrug out of my jacket and walk toward her.
As I pull her into my arms, I unzip her dress in one fluid move, and as it falls to the floor, she gasps as my lips fasten on her neck. My hand cups her ass, and my mouth finds hers, and as she shivers against me, my cock dances for fucking joy.
As I kiss her neck, she throws her head back, giving me easy access, and her small moan encourages me further.
I unhook the lingerie, loving her gasp of shock as her tits are exposed, and with a groan I bend my mouth to suck on one of her perfect nipples.
“Julius.”
Her gasp is sweet and shocking, and I love tasting innocence as pure as hers.
I rip her panties down like ripping off a bandaid because dragging out the inevitable would only make her more nervous.
“Oh my God.”
She pants against my mouth as I chuckle, “Not God, baby. There is only one man in your life now, and that is me.”
“Julius.” She giggles my name and then moans again as my thumb brushes against her clit, releasing her desire in a most satisfying way.
I ease her back until her legs hit the bed, and as she falls to the mattress, I unbutton my shirt, her gaze feasting on my chest as I rip the shirt from my back. Her pupils dilate as she stares as if mesmerized, and a blush steals across her skin asI whip off my belt, tossing it to the floor in a show of arrogance, loving how she can’t take her eyes off my body.
She is physically trembling before me, and I don’t spare her blushes as I shrug out of my pants and palm my cock, noting how her mouth drops and she attempts to look away in embarrassment.
“Eyes on me, gorgeous.” I command, and as she tentatively looks my way, I drop on all fours above her and attack her mouth with an urgency I can no longer contain. This has been a long time coming, and I’m not a patient man, not normally anyway and now it’s official and Rose is my wife, her innocence my reward along with her billion-dollar inheritance.
It’s at times like this that I love being me. It’s as if all my Christmases have come at once because now the fun really begins.
If I thought Rose would be the meek and mild virgin, I am pleasantly surprised because she returns my kisses with everything she’s got. She is already more than a match for me, and as I pull her up to lie flush against my body, her back arches and a moan escapes her as I suck the sweet flesh on her neck.
My heart is racing, and I remind myself I should really take this slow, but I am having far too much fun for that.
Instead, I reach with one hand for the ice bucket and pull out two cubes of cool ice, pressing one on her clit and the other up her ass.
“Oh, fuck!” She cries out as I capture her curse and add it to the pile already inside me. I grin against her neck as I reach for the champagne and then pull back, tipping the entire contents over her body, causing her to squeal. “Julius, what–”
“Shhh–” I place my finger on her lips and then thebottle, and as I tip it slowly into her mouth, the liquid spills down the sides of it as she attempts to swallow. Then it’s my turn, and I take deep drags of the fizz before tipping the rest across her breasts, ruining the bed as I rip apart her sweet soul.
I clean it up by licking every part of her, her small moans and soft body responding to my efforts being all the reassurance I need.
I reach her clit, and she squeals as I bury my face between her thighs, lapping at her cunt like a dog deprived of water.
“Oh God!” she gasps as I savor her sweet center mingling with the finest champagne.
Her legs part voluntarily as I suck gently, my tongue flicking against her, causing her to physically shake.
Her body tenses, and then a burst of wet heat tells me everything I need to know, and I pull back and stare in wonder as Rose experiences a massive orgasm that blasts my world apart.
Watching my wife come for the first time at a man’s touch is a vision I will treasure until I die. She is so beautiful, sweet and trusting, and an overwhelming longing for more tells me one thing. I have never felt like this about anyone before, and it’s a drug habit I doubt I will ever kick. As my cock jerks for release, I gaze upon an angel, and as I watch, I make a solemn vow. She is safe with me and always will be.
