Page 9 of Hunter

“Kiss me,” I said softly.

Although we had been friends for years, our physical time was limited to family visits. There had been little private time for us to enjoy. Most of our intimate conversations happened on paper. Now, we were truly getting to know one another. It was a time for us to learn how to be the best partner we both could be.

Hunter lay down on the bed beside me. Propped up on his elbow, his hand lifted to my cheek, cupping it softly before kissing me. My heartbeat quickened as my brain caught up with the situation. I was half-naked in bed with a boy. Not just a boy, my husband. Tonight was the night I could lose my virginity.

The familiar fear of sex reared its head, as it had every time I thought about this moment. Although my monthly painful episodes were somewhat under control, there was no way of knowing if the act of sex would be excruciating. And from what I had read from other sufferers, it could be. What if I ruined our first time together; it would be tragic for us both.

“Have you had sex before?” I asked him, curious to know. He froze for a moment. Uncertainty flitted over his features as he considered what to say. He was a man in his early twenties; I wasn’t naïve enough to think there was no possibility that he had sexual experience. Knowing how my own father has raised my brothers, I would have been shocked if he hadn’t.

“Yes,” he replied, his tone subdued. “I’m sorry, Bella. When I was eighteen, my father took me to a brothel to learn how a man should do things.” His words spilled out rapidly as if dispelling a colossal secret. He looked away, and his cheeks reddened under my gaze. “It wasn’t what I thought it would be. It wasn’t special.”

“Did you enjoy it?” Hunter took a deep breath, his enormous chest expanding and contracting as he considered what to say. “It’s okay if you did, I’m just interested.”

“Interested?” he replied with a nervous chuckle. “On our wedding night, you want me to account for my sexual experiences?”

“I want to know who I’m in bed with. Does my husband have experience? Or do I need to recreate all the porn I’ve watched?” His eyes popped open; they ran over my face, trying to assess whether I was being serious. I tried to stay impassive, but it was difficult not to smile. Life with Hunter was going to be fun. My ability to tease him would improve as we got to know one another.

“Yes, I enjoyed the sensation. Perhaps not the location or the woman I was with. There was no connection. It was all physical.”

“And since?” I continued probing, needing to know more. “Look at me, Hunter. Your experience is nothing to be ashamed of.”

“A few times, but never with someone…” He trailed off, clearly even more uncomfortable with the conversation. “Why does this matter, Bella? The only woman I will ever lie with from this day forward will be you.”

Lying beneath him, I looked up into the face of the man I loved more than anything in the world. I reached up for him, pulling him down to me. Our lips locked—he was hesitant at first, a reflection of my own insecurities. We were two young people who had fallen in love with words rather than actions, and now was the time to explore the next stage of our lives together.

We found our rhythm, our lips dancing as our tongues explored each other’s mouths. With each kiss, a calmness replaced the nervousness between us. My fingers disappeared beneath the strands of his slightly over-long hair as I held him to me. His scent surrounded me, the one I chose for him when I decided he would be mine.

“You taste amazing,” I told him when we parted.

“And how do I smell, Bella?”

“Like my perfect meal.”

“Not if I eat you first,” he said, darkly. “Tell me to stop if you’re uncomfortable.”

His hand skimmed down my body then pried my legs apart. I lay on the bed, staring up at my husband as he moved on top of me. He was tall, not overly broad, but strong with firm, lean muscles. My fingers wrapped around his biceps as he settled himself between my legs. Fuck, it felt surprisingly good to have him pinning me to the bed.

“I trust you,” I told him, and I did.

An excited smile played on his lips as he gazed at me.

“Thank you, Bella. I love you.”

Warm lips connected with my collarbone, and he scattered kisses over my bare shoulder slowly and deliberately. Each time our flesh connected, my heart beat a fraction harder. Greedy fingers skimmed over the outside of my lace corset, pausing on my breasts. He squeezed gently, but his unsure eyes flicked to me for reassurance that I was happy. I returned the silent question with a small smile, and his confidence visibly blossomed.

As he moved lower down my body, a mixture of nerves and excitement bubbled in my stomach. This was actually happening. My body tensed as his touches got lower until his lips connected with my thigh. He breathed deep between my legs; I felt my cheeks warm with the unexpected action. How could anyone like how someone smells down there?

“I want you so fucking bad, Bella,” he said, the words a growl from his chest. Strong fingers wrapped around my lace thong, and I panicked for a moment, everything going rigid. He hesitated, then my body relaxed, and he pulled the garment from my body. His gaze flicked up, dark eyes focused only on me. “I want you naked.”

Hunter sat back on his heels, and his hard cock that had peaked at me over the top of his waistband now strained against the material of his boxers. I sat up on my knees to face him. His fingers pinched the small zipper on the front of my corset. He lowered it slowly, my breasts coming into view. As the material widened, my nipples sprang free. My husband gulped audibly before pushing the zipper the remaining distance and discarding the item on the floor.

“Bella,” he said, shuffling toward me and twisting a lock of my hair around his finger. “I have married a fucking goddess. I want…” He stopped speaking, laughed, and shook his head. I frowned, and he responded with a kiss. “No, Bella, I need to suck those stunning nipples. Allow me, please?”

“And if I say no?” I teased.

“I’ll beg.”

“It’s our first night, I won’t make you beg.”

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