Chapter Eleven
If the fates swooped down and took her, she would be more than happy to go with them. She’d never felt so relaxed and happy. Tony lay at her side, an arm across her waist. Her stomach was wet from his release. She didn’t know why he’d pulled out at the last minute. Opal looked up at the ceiling.
I’m no longer a virgin.
She had given herself to her husband.
“Stay here,” he said. Tony kissed her on the lips. Then he got out of the bed and left the room. She heard the door to the bathroom opening. He came back with a wash cloth.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“I’ve never been with a virgin before, but I know about what needs to happen.” He opened her legs. Opal looked down and saw a small smattering of blood.
Embarrassed, she tried to close her legs.
“Don’t hide from me, Petal. I want to do this.”
“You don’t have to. I can go to the bathroom and take a quick shower.”
“No. You gave me the gift of your virginity. I’m going to complete it the way I should have done on our wedding night,” he said. He opened her legs, and he pressed the cool damp wash cloth against her sore flesh. The moment the cold hit her, she winced, becoming aware of the niggle of pain. “Are you all right?” he asked.
“Yes. I guess I shouldn’t have told you I wouldn’t break,” she said.
He smiled. She let him clean her, rather liking the extra attention she was getting. “I love you,” she said again.
She knew he wouldn’t say it. Even after everything they’d shared, he wouldn’t bring himself to say the words.
Could he love a girl like you?
Biting her lip, she lay back on the pillows as the insecurities she’d tried for so long to keep at bay began to make their presence known. She would never be a beauty like Rita Brooke.
He left again. While he went, she reached for a gown suddenly feeling exposed.
“Don’t put it on,” he said the moment he entered the room.
“Why?”
“I want to hold you.”
Tony took the gown from her fingers and helped her back into bed.
She lay down. His hands wrapped round her waist as he dragged her across the bed. Staring into the darkness, she couldn’t figure out why she felt so alone. She’d given herself to her husband, had felt closer to him than any other time in her life. Why did she feel ... so ... empty?
He kissed her neck. “Thank you for giving yourself to me,” he said.
There was no point responding. She loved him and would give him anything. Losing her virginity to him had already been a foregone conclusion to her. She felt him fall asleep while she stared at nothing until the sun came up.
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Tony woke to an empty bed and the sound of plates moving. The sun shone onto his body. He moaned when he saw the time was before seven in the morning.
Not bothering with clothes, he walked down the stairs. Opal was on her knees picking up the mess he’d made last night.
He took the time to admire her. She didn’t know he was watching, and he was free to take in every delightful curve of her body. The gown with the light did nothing to hide her body. He sent a thank you to the women who’d made such an exquisite gown. She moved, and his gaze was held captive by the sway of her full ass.
Last night came to him, in a rush of blissful memories. The tightness of her cunt and the sweetness of her smile.
“Hello, beautiful,” he said.