“He’s a school drop-out, like my old man. The only difference is my ma made him learn when they got together. So, yeah, I get how that can happen. Thank you for sharing that with me. And don’t worry, I’d never say anything to embarrass Mac. I genuinely like the old geezer.”
Whatever angst I’m feeling drifts away. I should have known better than to think Mica would use that information to hurt Mac. That’s something only toxic people do and Mica isn’t like that. I’m astonished at how fond I’m becoming of him in such a short period of time.
We’ve already joked about eventually falling for each other. Mica is trustworthy and technically my husband. I know what I want and I’m almost certain he wants the same thing. Therefore, I snatch up all my courage for the second time tonight, lean over, and kiss him on the lips.
His arm comes around me and he kisses me back. This kiss is nothing like the tame kiss from our wedding. That was a kiss meant to convince others that our arranged marriage was real. This one is born of genuine attraction and the desire that’s been slowly building between us. It’s slow and exploratory with an undercurrent of passion. This kiss is just for us, and it’s not only better than any kiss I’ve ever had, it’s priming me to want more. For the first time in my life, I want to experience true intimacy. How convenient that I’m married to a hot biker.
Chapter 11
Mica
Nova came to me when she didn’t want to be alone, asked to share my bed, and trusted me enough to ask for sex. Her kiss blew every expectation I had for tonight right out of the water. Now she’s in bed and in my arms, my one and only goal is to make her want to stay at my side.
I’ve been careful not to pressure her with all my wants and needs and to give her time to figure out what she wants for herself. It’s been hard to dial back the overwhelming hunger I have for her. I know that Nova doesn’t do anything she doesn’t want to do, so waiting for her to come to me was definitely the right call.
My wife is both beautiful and smart. She doesn’t make rash decisions. That means she carefully thought this through and chose me deliberately. That knowledge does more to undo my careful restraint than anything else could have. Pride surges in my chest to know I’m chosen.
I pull her closer and kiss her back the way she deserves to be kissed. She’s never experienced intimacy before. That means that tonight is all about her pleasure. My cock doesn’t know it yet, but he’s getting ignored unless she explicitly asks for it. I have no intention of allowing her first time to be anything other than spectacular.
She makes a small sound of pleasure against my mouth and slays me. I’m laser focused on her every response. I slide mytongue into her mouth, and she responds by sliding her fingers through my hair. I fuckin’ love the way she gently scratches my scalp.
When she pulls back, I tell her quietly, “We don’t have to rush anything.”
“But what if I want to?” she asks.
“Well now, that’s a different matter. Since you’re my old lady, I’m required by biker code to give you so many orgasms that you either pass out or beg me to stop.”
She just laughs, carefree and delighted with my sense of humor. Since most people don’t care for it, I’m thrilled that the one woman I can’t live without actually likes me.
“Good. I definitely want all those orgasms you promised. I’m greedy that way.”
That’s the most Nova thing she could have possibly said, and it makes me adore her all the more. I bring my hand up to her face, brush her hair back and take my time removing her bra and panties. It’s not every day a beautiful woman I adore knocks on my bedroom door mostly naked, I think wryly.
I pull the curtain back to let in a little moonlight and give her what I think of as the slow and tender treatment. It starts with kisses that trail from her mouth down her neck and straight to her glorious breasts. She has small breasts that are perfect for her slender form. I enjoy taking my time, finding out what turns her on and then making sure she gets it. I tease her nipples into two tiny points, then I suck on each one until she is squirming with pleasure beneath me.
Then I kiss my way down her body, amused when she hurries me along by pushing my head down. There is no better feeling in the world than Nova being eager to experience my tongue on her clit for the first time. I lift her up slightly with both hands beneath her ass and slide my tongue along her pretty slit. Everything about her scent and sweetness calls to me as a man. I’m hooked at the first taste.
The little moans and sighs she makes, has my cock feral with need. It feels like I’m gonna burst the seams of my boxers. It’s throbbing and painful, but I don’t pay him any mind. I’ve much better things to worry about right now. I can tell that I’m wrecking my pretty wife’s world because she’s babbling incoherently, mostly begging me not to stop. By the time I add my fingers to her wet pussy, she’s coming all over the place for the first time. She needed that but from now on, I’m going to hold back a little. No need to rush the best thing in my life. I want to give her as much pleasure as she can take because she deserves all the best things in life.
This woman loves my touch. I can tell because when I suck on her clit, she comes screaming my name. I get the distinct impression she didn’t expect me to do that. Her innocence is endearing. I give her a moment to rest while I lick up all the sweet honey she spilled and redouble my efforts. I’m looking for number three when she puts one knee on my shoulder and pushes me back. Shocked, I stare up at her.
“Did I do something you didn’t like?” I ask, genuine worry churning in my gut.
“No. I just don’t know how much more energy I have left, and you haven’t had any sex yet.”
“I’m fine,” I assure her. “I can give you orgasms all night long with my mouth. I love it when you come on my tongue.”
“So do I,” she shoots back breathlessly, “But that’s not real sex. Is your dick broken or something?”
I snort a laugh. “Of course not. I’ve done what I can to prepare your body to take it, but it’s not gonna be easy.”
She props up on one arm, like she does when she has something to say. “It can’t be that big a deal.”
I raise an eyebrow at that. She ain’t seen what I’m packing.
She gestures to my bulge. “Bring it on. My gramps didn’t raise no quitter.”
I shoot her a frown as I jerk my boxers off. “Don’t talk about that old man while we’re naked.”
