Chapter Twenty-One
Cason had an arm wrapped around her waist as he guided her down the hallway to their bedroom.
“How are you feeling, baby?” he asked as he closed and locked the door behind them.
She twirled around and smiled at him. “I’ve never felt better or been happier.”
“Good.” He took off his coat and set it over the chair before pulling his tie off.
Lacey’s heart started pounding when he stayed serious. “Are you glad you married me?”
He looked surprised and then pulled her into his arms. “Yes. I’m very glad.”
She wrapped her arms around his waist. “You just don’t look happy. Are you regretting it because of all the problems I have?”
“Listen to me, I don’t regret it at all. I am worried about tonight.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t want to hurt you.”
She relaxed. “I know the first time won’t be nice for me, but I figure if you show me what to do, it will be better the next time.”
“Oh, you’re going to like this time, too. It’s just when I take your virginity that I’m concerned about.”
“Well, don’t be.”
“Okay.” He grinned. “Turn around.”
She felt the zipper in the back slowly slide down, sending a river of molten desire through her. He helped her step out of the dress and then laid it over his coat on the chair.
“Jesus,” he said as he took her in.
Lacey looked down at herself and gasped. She had sheer satin hose clipped to delicate white garters that wrapped around her waist. She had on panties, but they were barely there. The strapless bra was basically two cups of lace holding her breasts up.
“The girls blindfolded me when they dressed me, so I had no idea about this.”
He grinned. “Well, you need to tell them they did a great job.”
She giggled. “I will.”
He lifted her and laid her on the bed before pulling off her white inch-high heels and then the hose. Next, he unhooked the garter and left her in just the bra and panties.
She was feeling very self-conscious, especially since he was still dressed. Her heartbeat rose when he stood back and started taking his own close off until he stood in front of her, naked.
Her breath stuck in her throat when her gaze traveled down, and she got her first look at his cock. The nerves she tried to hide grew until she was shaking. When his hand came up and wrapped around his erection, he started stroking up and down. Her tummy tightened further, and her breasts felt achy and heavy.
“Please,” she begged.
“What, baby? What do you need?”
“I don’t know. I need you.”
“And you’ll have every aching inch of me.”
She licked her lips when she saw the drop of clear fluid seep from the tip of his cock. “I want to taste you.”
He grinned. “I want that, too. Just not tonight. I’m too damn close already. If I feel that hot little mouth on me, I’ll come.”
“Please don’t make me wait, Daddy.”
****
Oh, Jesus. When she called him that, it pushed his emotions to a whole new level.
He lay down beside her and turned her on her side before sliding his hand up and cradling her face. “I promise, baby. I just want to make it good for you, so you’ll want me to fuck you all the time. I’ll be in this tight cunt every single day.”
She lifted her mouth and opened it instantly when his lips touched hers. He consumed her mouth for a few minutes until she whimpered and pushed against him.
He dragged his lips down to her neck and spent a little time finding out what made her feel good. He grinned. Her neck was very sensitive, and he wanted to explore the possibility of making her come from just that. But not tonight.
He moved down, kissing the top of her breasts before unsnapping her bra. Damn, she was perfect. He threw the scrap of material to the side, bent, and latched on to one of her nipples, making her squeal and arch off the bed. While she was distracted, he tore her panties off.
He continued down, dipping his tongue into her belly button, making her squirm. Moving farther down, he used his shoulders to part her thighs enough to get down to the tight soppy passage he sought.
“Jesus,” he murmured and dipped his tongue into her cunt before circling her clit. “You taste so fucking good.”
“Stay still,” he said when she arched off the mattress. When she didn’t, he pressed his hand down on her stomach.
“I need to taste my baby.”
“I can’t take it.”
“Oh, you’ll take as much as I give you, baby.” He sucked, licked, and nipped at her pussy, then groaned as more of her cream slid out.
“Baby, I’m going to throw you over.”
“What… Wait. No. I need you.”
“Will this be your first orgasm, baby?”
“Yes. Please.”
“And you’ll get me, but first, I’m going to make you come a few times. Let’s see how you take a finger, and it will stretch you out.” One of his fingers slid into her tight cunt.
A moan tore from both of them at the tight clasp of her cunt. He pushed his finger in until it bumped against her hymen.
“This is mine, isn’t it, baby?”