“You’re not, uh, going to send these sheets to my dad, are you?”
“Not a chance. In fact…” Odin started to talk and quickly pushed his way up off the bed, and I couldn’t look away. My gaze was on him, as I grabbed another blanket and rounded to my side of the bed. He put the blanket he’d picked up onto the bed, then reached for his sweatpants, sliding them on. “Come here.”
I had no idea what was about to happen, but I also had no reason to not trust him, so I climbed off the bed and went to him, not feeling any regret at all.
He wrapped the blanket around me.
“It’s going to get cold.”
He reached for the blanket, and I had to look, and sure enough, as I did, there were the speckles of blood that marked Odin as my first time.
I’d been to several weddings, and each one had been even more embarrassing than the last, as the women were forced to sit while those sheets were always projected for the whole Serra Mafia to bear witness.
With them bundled in his arm, I followed close behind as he took my hand and we made our way out of his studio apartment, around back to where there was a small garden. In the few months I’d been here, I’d not gone down to the small garden. Any guards that were there, were gone.
There was a small firepit near a bunch of lounge chairs that were missing their cushions. The moment we stepped out, I felt how cold it was, and neither of us were wearing shoes.
Odin bundled up the sheets—the evidence to this marriage and my virginity—and he tossed it into the firepit. He moved away from me, and I watched him go into a smallcupboard, pulling out the lighter fluid, and he came and doused the sheet in the stuff. The stench made my nose wrinkle.
Seconds later, he had a box of matches, and he struck one match, and it felt like slow motion as I stared at that single flame. I felt almost hypnotized, as he then threw it into the fire, but he didn’t stop with one. He lit several and made sure the sheet caught fire.
As it did, there was a little warmth, and Odin stood behind me, his arms wrapped around me over the blanket, as he pressed his face against my neck. It felt good. The only light came from the glowing embers of the sheets.
“See, it’s all disappearing,” he said.
“Thank you.” I sank against him, feeling better with every second that passed because my sheets of innocence were being burned as we watched. Words couldn’t begin to describe how good it felt.
Seconds passed, or it could have been minutes, I wasn’t sure, as he did use a lot of lighter fluid. As the last of the embers smoldered and I was in Odin’s arms, it was getting colder with every passing second. I couldn’t stop my teeth from chattering.
Odin kissed my shoulder. “It’s time to go inside.”
I was not going to argue. The sheets were gone, and now as we stepped back and made our way to his studio apartment, the warmth was welcome beneath my feet. Sinking into the carpet, I closed my eyes basking in the warmth, only to then let out a little squeal, as I was picked up.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“I’ve removed the evidence of taking your virginity, but now it’s time to remove it from both of us.”
I had no idea what he was talking about, until he set me in the shower, and I was trying to gain my bearings, as he tossed out the blanket that had surrounded me, and my gaze wentstraight to his dick. That was when I realized he had dried blood on him.
I glanced down at my own body and saw the evidence there, then the shower turned on, and I tensed up waiting for the cold spray to hit me, only Odin stopped it. Looking up at him, the spray was all directed on him—again, something caring and considerate—and it was only then that I realized he did those things for me.
I couldn’t help it, as I reached out and wrapped my arms around his waist, pressing my body against him, because I didn’t want to let go. I looked up at him, marveling at how sexy he was, and then I went onto my tiptoes and kissed him back. Odin wrapped an arm around me, and I loved that his initial grip went straight to my ass, and he tightened it, making me gasp as he pulled me in closer.
I didn’t even realize I could get any closer, but here we were, flush together. No place to go. I wrapped my arms around his neck. Odin took control, breaking the kiss and spinning me around so my back was flush to his, there was no getting away.
His hands did all the work as they sank down, and then he cupped me and slid a finger between my slit, grazing across my nub. I cried out his name as he stroked my clit, only he didn’t linger there and sunk down, and I couldn’t help but tense. Only this time, there was no pain. I was so wet as he slid his finger inside me, then a second finger. I couldn’t help but wriggle on his hand, he pulled his fingers out and I whimpered, not wanting him to stop. Odin brought his fingers back and stroked over my clit.
“From now on, this is how it is going to be. There will be no pain, and you’re going to love every second when I touch you.”
I couldn’t help but close my eyes and succumb to the pleasure, as he worked magic over me with his hand on my clit.It was instant, hard, and desperate, and when I came, I did so within his arms, and he held onto me, refusing to let go.
I wanted more than anything to stay in his arms and for him to never let me go. It was the safest place I had ever been.
****
Odin
My wife is exceedingly beautiful. Just looking at her, I crave her and want her, and knowing I was the first man to have her filled me with this primal need to never let her go. She is all mine in every way that counts. I never thought a Marini would own me the way she does. She is everything, and I’m addicted to her.
