“Welcoming you into our new home the proper way, Vivian.” When he slid the black silk over my face, I had no clue that he would lead me to a condo. He doesn’t remove it until we’re in the bedroom. He strips off my dress and then my bra, leaving only my panties on. Then, with a light press to my chest, he sends me falling backwards onto the mattress.
The sheets are foreign to me, smoother than mine.
“Our new home?” I question as his hands roam slowly up my thighs.
“Yes. You said we should just move in together before we marry, and it’s the best idea,” he answers as he disperses little kisses up my legs. I’ve waited for this moment for so long; I’m both nervous and excited. My body doesn’t know how to respond to the pleasure. It’s all new and thrilling as he touches me and teases me, and I can’t stop squirming.
“Simon, I need…”
“You need to relax, my beautiful woman. I’ve waited so long for this.”
“So have I, and I can’t wait any longer,” I complain.
“You’re going to have to or I’m going to hurt you, and I never want to cause you any more pain.” He slips his fingers under the waistband of my panties and drags them down. He snatches my soul as he throws my thighs over his shoulders andloses all ability to go slow, his face pressing into my pussy and his tongue lashing at my sloppy cunt. My eyes roll back in my head as he licks me like I’m a two-scoop cone in the hot sun.
I clench my fists around the sheets and come hard. Then, he lifts, pushing the blindfold off my eyes. “Damn, baby. You are so damn sexy when you let go and trust me.”
“I’ll never doubt you again.”
“Good, because this might hurt just a bit.” I nod, knowing that he’s not small at all and this would more than likely be less than comfortable. My mom warned me when she put me on birth control, but then she said that Simon loved me and would take care of me.
“I know. I’m ready, Simon.” My hands run over his chest and up over to his back. Damn. He is so built that my core is dripping.
“I love you, Vivian.”
“I love you too.” He pushed his way inside until his hips press against mine. I take a deep breath, relaxing. Immediately I feel the pressure, but there is no pain like I expected there to be. “You’re so large,” I blurt out foolishly.
“Thanks,” he chuckles.
“Don’t get a big head…oh never mind,” I gasped, clapping my hand over my mouth.
“Your blush is so beautiful, Viv. You’re perfect and I’m head is already big because I’ve got you and I couldn’t be more arrogant about anything else in my life. You’re my everything Vivian.” I smile at him and clench my core around his length.
“Damn, babe. This isn’t going to last too long, but I’m going to make our first time as special as I can.”
He slowly pulls back, and then pushes his way back in. I gasp and sigh as he moves steadily faster. His lips brush overmine, kissing me so tenderly as he rocks into me. “Viv, you feel so good. Please let me know if I’m hurting you.”
“No, it’s perfect,” I moan, clinging on to his body. The connection is too real and powerful and I’m finally understanding why I had to wait. I’d follow him around like a damn puppy dog just to cling to him. “I need you, Simon.”
“Fuck,” he groans, tipping his head and latching onto my stiff nipple and sucking it into his mouth. My back bows and I feel my body nearly come off the bed completely. The only thing holding me down is his weight. He brings his mouth up to mine, kissing me fiercely and we go at it some more. The sex getting more intense with every pump of his hips.
Our sweaty bodies grind together, chests brushing up against each other, causing so much tension. My pussy throbs, and I feel my orgasm pulsing at the surface and then I come violently.
Shortly, Simon follows me, filling me with his seed. We collapse together and wrap up under the covers. We steal kisses and cuddle for a long time until I fall asleep for a little nap.
****
I woke up to him kissing me. When I do, he’s in his jeans and nothing else.
“Are you going to show me our place, or am I just trapped in bed all day?” I ask, staring at his gorgeous body. The scars from the accident haven’t made much of a difference. If anything, they make him sexier.
“Well, I suppose you should get to know your home. How can you bake in here if you haven’t even seen the kitchen?” he asks.
I narrow my eyes at him and glare, but it’s hard to keep it up. “Oh, getting me in the kitchen is your plan. I see.” I lean over and snag my dress from the floor, slipping it on over my head.
“Yes, barefoot and pregnant, too,” he teases as he climbs onto the bed to nuzzle my neck. His scruff tickles as he kisses my throat, making me laugh for a moment, but my fears take over my joy.
“I hope we have babies.” I can’t hide the pain in my voice even though I try.
