Page 54 of Her Billionaire Hero
“Allow me.” Baldwyn moved his finger in a swirling motion, gesturing for me to turn around.
“Thank you.” I turned my back to him to let him unzip the dress. The zipper made a whizzing sound, then he pushed it off my shoulders and it landed in a heap around my feet.
His hands were warm on my back as he unhooked my bra, letting it fall to join the dress on the floor. His fingers grazed down my sides then he pushed down my white, silk panties. I stepped out of my heels, leaving everything behind, then turned to him, naked.
I reached out for his hand and he gave it to me. Leading him to the bed, I pushed him gently to get him to sit down. I took off one shiny black shoe and then the other. Sliding each black sock off, I ran my hands over his bare feet before moving them up to take his hands once again.
As I pulled him up, he leaned in for a kiss, which I had to deny him. “Not yet, hubby.”
He’d gotten rid of the tuxedo jacket before we came to the room. All that was left was the white button-down shirt. I got to work unbuttoning it, then pulled it off him to reveal his chiseled torso.
Taking a moment to admire all the hard work he’d done on building that magnificent body, I ran my hands over his taut pecs, then down the ladder that separated his abs. My fingers played with the button on his pants, teasing him for a moment before I finished undoing it then slid my hands down his thick legs.
Bent over, I faced the massive erection that hid behind his black boxer briefs. I couldn’t let him be so uncomfortable, so I got rid of the undies, leaving him just as bare as I was. “There we are—equal.”
He nodded. “That we are.” Lifting his hands, he took the bobby pins out of my fancy updo one by one, allowing my hair to cascade down in silky waves. I’d let it grow and it hung to my waist. “You were gorgeous in your dress, with your hair all fixed up. And you’re still gorgeous with nothing on and your hair down. You’re like a little miracle, aren’t you?” he asked with a grin.
“Nah.” I was just a woman who loved her man.
He took my hand, then pulled me onto the bed with him. Leaning up on one elbow, he looked at me, playing with a lock of my hair, twirling it around his finger. “I’m not gonna lie, I’m exhausted. I bet you are too.”
“Wiped out,” I confirmed. “But not too tired to consummate our marriage.”
“Then consummate we shall, my love.” He ran his hand along one side of my face as he moved in for a kiss.
We’d kissed off and on all night long. But this kiss was different. It wasn’t even the same type of kiss we’d shared at the altar. This kiss made my head spin, my toes curl, and my heart race. This was the first kiss before sex as a married couple—and this kiss was hot!
Gripping his wrist, I arched my body up, needing to feel him inside of me with an intensity I’d never experienced before. He moved his hand away from my face, trailing his fingers along my neck, then over my breast before moving it down my stomach. Playing with my clit, he made sure it was plump and swollen before he spread my legs open and moved his body between them.
Panting with excitement, I yearned to have him inside of me. When he pushed his hard erection into my wet tunnel, I whimpered with ecstasy. “Yes.”
He moved slowly, pushing in, pulling out, undulating as he watched me. “God, you are beautiful.”
Reaching up to him, I ran my hands over his muscular chest as he kept moving, making long and deep strokes. “I think you’re beautiful too.” I ran my hands through his thick curls, loving the manly scent that escaped them.
“Aww, you’re sweet.” He kissed the tip of my nose, making me smile.
“So are you.” I pulled him down to me so I could kiss him, wrapping my legs around him, making him go even deeper into me.
I wasn’t sure if I would ever tell him how scared I’d been to walk down that aisle and make vows that would join us forever. Not because I had any doubts about him being a wonderful husband, but I had doubts about myself.
I’d finally told him about me not being able to have children about a week before the wedding. He didn’t even blink an eye as he’d said, “I love you and all that comes with you. If we have kids, great. If we don’t, that’s great too. All that really matters is that I get to spend my life with you.”
I wasn’t sure if he was being honest with himself when he’d said those things.
As I waited in the dressing room, looking at myself in the full-length mirror, wearing my wedding dress, I worried that someday Baldwyn would be disappointed that he would never get to be a father. He would never know the joy of holding his first-born, look into their tiny eyes and see a part of himself there. I almost left. I almost walked right out of there. I didn’t want to keep the man I loved from having that.
But as I hitched up my dress to make a mad dash out of there, my mother’s voice came out of nowhere, “You have nothing to fear, my dear.”
I wasn’t sure I’d really heard her. “Mom?”
Apparently, ghostly voices don’t repeat themselves. I didn’t hear another word. But what I had heard stuck in my mind. And for some reason, I felt fine again. That’s when I grabbed my bouquet of flowers and went to meet my fiancé.
Baldwyn’s mouth left mine, then he kissed a line down my neck before nipping my earlobe.
I ran my foot along the back of his thigh as a moan escaped me. “Harder, babe.”
Moving faster, he put his hands on either side of me and raised his upper body off mine so he could do as I asked. “Harder, huh?” Slamming into me, he gave me what I wanted.
