Page 14 of Desire

“You don’t love me?”

“Huh—I—umm—we just—it’s too soon,” I stuttered.

He shook his head. “It’s never too soon, baby. I’ve been falling for you for months. I love my baby girl. Our rides to and from school are one of the highlights of my day, but it’s not a convenient task for someone in my position. Seeing you made it even more worth it and was a big part of the reason I was so adamant about doing it myself, even though you acted like you weren’t checking for a nigga.”

“I wasn’t checking for you,” I lied, rolling my eyes.

“We’re not about to start our marriage with lies, Desire.”

“Fine, I was kinda sorta checking for you, but I didn’t want to get caught up in a scandal dealing with you and your harem of women.”

He chuckled and shook his head. “I’ll give you that, but I’m a one-woman man now, and I already like you more than I’ve ever liked any of them.”

“I guess I’ll take your word for it, but remember, actions speak louder than words.”

“I told you I’ll prove myself worthy.”

“This whole thing is a crazy coincidence. If?—”

“I don’t believe in coincidences, beautiful. This is fate. God masterminded everything that brought us together. I’m tired of talking, and the way you’ve been looking at me all day, I would think you would be too. It’s time to consummate our marriage. I want you naked!”

His last four words were music to my ears, and I didn’t hesitate to follow his orders. After we stripped out of our clothes, he picked me up, threw me over his shoulder, and carried me to the bathroom. He sat me on the counter and turned the water on in the shower. He stood between my legs while we waited for the water to heat to the perfect temperature.

“I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around my dick, but I’m gon’ take my time.”

“Take all the time you need. I’m not going anywhere.”

He smiled. “That’s what I like to hear.”

Our mouths connected, and he gently sucked my bottom lip before kissing me sloppily. His erection brushed against my stomach, and when I reached between us to touch it, he grabbed my wrist.

“Nah, baby. This is about you,” he mumbled against my lips.

We kissed until the bathroom was filled with steam. He finally lifted me from the counter, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. The way his dick pressed against my slippery bud drove me crazy, and I wanted him inside me badly.

Our lips remained connected as we entered the shower. He pinned me against the wall as the water saturated our bodies and steam surrounded us. Finally, he tore his mouth away from mine, only for them to travel across my cheek to my earlobe, where he nibbled briefly before moving down my neck. He sucked hard enough that I knew he’d leave a mark.

When he came up for air, he removed my legs from around his waist and stepped back as my feet hit the floor. I’d already become attached to him and wanted to demand he come back. Instead, I watched him reach for and wet a towel before pumping soap onto it from the dispenser. Once he had enough, he used the soapy towel to wash my body, staring into my eyes as he did so.

I’d never had a man bathe me and had no idea it was so sensual. With every swipe of the towel, my nipples became harder and my pussy wetter. When it was time for him to wash my honeypot, he applied extra pressure and lingered longer than in other areas. After washing my legs, he pulled me away from the wall without speaking and guided me to turn around.

“Damn,” he whispered.

I assumed he enjoyed the view, which made me smile. Suddenly, I felt his teeth on my shoulder and he bit gently, causing me to shiver, even though the water was warm. A few more kisses were planted on my back before I saw him from the corner of my eye, rinsing and lathering the towel with soap again.

Just as with the front of my body, he washed the back from head to toe, stopping to kiss my ass a few times. The entire experience turned me on and made me anxious about what the next several days had in store.

“Rinse off,” he told me.

I stepped directly under the water stream and rinsed my body while my husband watched.

“Dry off and wait for me in bed. I want your legs wide open and your hands above your head.”

“What—”

“In the bed, legs open, hands above your head,” he ordered, this time with bass in his voice.

Today was a test, and I was proud to say I passed. However, the amount of restraint it took for me not to have my way with Desire was unreal. From the moment I became aware of my bride’s identity, I’d had to talk myself out of whisking her away to a private area and burying myself between her thighs.

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