Page 13 of Desire

“There’s a reason God blessed me with you, and I’ll spend the rest of my life showing my appreciation. Since Ria’s first day of school, when I saw you standing outside her classroom greeting all the parents, I’ve imagined burying myself between your?—”

“Hold on now, youngster!” a man I assumed was Desire’s father shouted.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before continuing. I wanted to speak my truth but didn’t want to give Desire’s parents the wrong impression of me, so I toned it down.

“Every time I see you, I walk away wishing you were mine. Once we make this shit official, I’ll show you in every way how grateful I am for the opportunity to be your husband. I promise to prove myself worthy of your love, honor, and respect. From this day forward, it’s me, you, Ria, and the seeds I plant in your womb.”

“That’s what I’m talking about,” I heard from one of the women in her wedding party.

“Can we have the rings?” the officiant announced.

Desire and I devoured one another with our eyes as we waited to exchange rings. I couldn’t wait until we were alone, but it would be hours before that happened. As I said, I’d been attracted to her since I laid eyes on her, but it wasn’t just her physical appearance that pulled me in. It was her aura; it was magnetic and hard not to be drawn to her.

Once we had the rings in hand, the officiant had us each recite, one at a time, “With this ring, I thee wed,” as we slid the rings on each other's fingers.

“I now pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss your bride,” he announced.

As our guests gave us a round of applause, I licked my lips and prepared to do something I’d thought about a million times. Cupping her face for a second time, I leaned down and pressed my lips against hers. They were soft and plush, and I imagined them around my dick. When I slid my tongue between them, Desire moaned, causing my dick to stiffen more than it already was. My hands slid from her face to around her body. Just as I was about to grip her ass, someone grabbed my wrists.

“Take it easy. There’ll be plenty of time for that,” my father chastised.

Desire and I begrudgingly pulled away from each other. Before I released her, I stole another kiss.

“I can’t wait to experience every part of you, mind, body, and soul,” I whispered against her lips.

“I can’t wait to let you.”

We turned to face our guests and gave them a moment to show us love. When Azaria was released from my mother’s lap, she ran to Desire, hugging her legs. Desire tried to bend to pick her up but couldn’t because of how her dress fit, so I picked her up instead.

“Miss Chammies, you a big princess,” she repeated.

“No, baby girl. You’re Daddy’s princess. Miss Chambries is Daddy’s queen.”

THE HONEYMOON

My loins had been on fire since I realized Aziel would be my husband. He’d regularly infiltrated my dreams and was the object of many fantasies, but I’d never imagined he’d use the services of Arranged Hearts and end up being my husband. Our situation still seemed unbelievable, but I was grateful to be married to someone I was attracted to.

The one-hour photoshoot after the wedding, the two-hour reception, the forty-minute ride to the airport, the four-hour plane ride, the fifteen-minute car ride to the dock, and finally, the forty-five-minute boat ride to our private island resort in the Turks and Caicos were torture. Not to mention, we lost an hour because of the time change. It wasn’t because something horrible happened; Aziel was excellent company, and we had the opportunity to get to know each other. However, I’d never in my life been so hot and bothered.

When we finally arrived at our destination, I should’ve been exhausted, but sleep was the last thing on my mind. All I wanted to do was sit on Aziel’s face and go for the ride of my life. Every time he licked his lips, I imagined his tongue flickering against my bud. I couldn’t wait to saturate his beard with my juices.

“Are you tired?” I asked after we toured the villa.

It was late and had been an extremely long day. I’d be disappointed if he was tired, but I’d understand.

“Not too tired to make love to my wife.”

“Make love? Don’t we have to love each other first?”

He shrugged. “Would you have rather I said fuck?”

“It sounds harsh, but it’s probably closer to what we’ll be doing.”

“C’mere.” He summoned with his index and middle finger.

I’d been standing on one side of the bed while he stood on the other. I took slow steps in his direction until I stood in front of him. He dipped those same fingers under my chin and lifted my head. His lips gently pressed against mine before he slipped his tongue into my mouth.

I grabbed the front of his shirt to keep my balance because kissing him made me weak in the knees. We kissed for over a minute, causing moisture to build in the crotch of my panties and my nipples to harden. When he pulled away, his lips hovered above mine, brushing against them as he spoke.

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