"Still, that's not how I should treat my future wife. I'll make sure to take my aggression out elsewhere." He took my lips in his, still controlled but also dominating, with a hand that crept up to tangle in the hair at the nape of my neck, his thick tongue pushing into my mouth to stroke my own. I didn't know what he meant by aggression since I hadn't thought his actions stemmed from anger about the man from the elevator, rather a reminder that I was his. In my mind, that had been more out of possessiveness, not any ill intent, yet it was hard to hold on to any thoughts right then with matters progressing.
Aggression? That word means red alert!
It's called being facetious. Now, beat feet, I'm busy.I wasn't about to call a halt to proceedings over a slip of the tongue, and was glad I didn't when Dirk trailed a hand down to the juncture of my thighs, only pausing long enough for me to spread them before testing the waters. "Do I need to go slow?"
Is loverboy asking if you're pure?
I suspected he was. "It's been a while, but…" I shrugged, uncertain how to complete that sentence. A bit of disappointment at my answer flitted across his face before it was gone. If he hadn't been so close, I'd have missed the faint tightening and creasing of the skin around his lips and between his eyes. I wasn't a virgin, but he damn well wasn't either. It had only been one night for me, a couple of years ago, but when I finally recovered from the experience, I hadn't found anyone else I wanted to try it with. Until I met Dirk anyway.
I tried hard not to let his reaction bother me, succeeding when he pressed two long fingers into my wet sheath after tracing over the moisture that slicked the outer lips. They pumped in and out, then retreated, leaving me questioning what was going on. I tried to reach for the erection I could feel brushing against my hip, but Dirk twisted his hips away and reached for the nightstand drawer.
The movement seemed deliberate, but what was more shocking was the short string of condoms he lifted out. Everything was too prepared. Had he called ahead after he proposed, or was he just so confident that he had pre-gamed the entire thing?
Either way, he was soon covered in latex protection and climbing over me to settle between my thighs. Lining up, he murmured, “I love you, Shelby,” and then he steadily worked his way in until his length was fully engulfed in my slick heat. I hadn't been quite ready, but when he started a steady and even glide, my body softened to welcome his more easily. My arms twined around his shoulders as my legs settled around his slim hips, making him momentarily pause before slightly picking up the pace. He fit a hand between us to pin my clit with the vee of his fingers, making it so every stroke had his pelvis rubbing against the sensitive nub.
Soon enough, the friction did its job until I tightened around his girth, my body clutching and pulsing around his as I came with a cry of pleasure, accompanied only by his panting breaths against my neck where he'd buried his face. A few short thrusts later, Dirk followed me over then slumped down heavily against my chest, pinning my body down, before slipping out and rolling onto his own side of the bed.
"That was great, darling," he said as he leaned in to peck my lips, leaving me feeling odd and slightly unfulfilled. "I'll dispose of this and rejoin you?" All I could do was nod and offer a small smile. This wasn't the man that had pinned me to the wall earlier. Maybe he was just nervous?
Or maybe you got a dud.
I got off, I argued back while Dirk went into the bathroom, even if it was slightly lackluster.
Pfft! And maybe you should have that man you gave your V-card to give him some pointers. The instant he realized he'd popped your cherry, he pulled out and ate you out like his last meal, virgin blood and all!
This is not the time, shut up!
Images flashed through my head as a bolt of lust hit me straight in the crotch, but I mentally batted them away.
Really? Seems like the perfect time while your fiancé is washing you off of him like a dirty little secret.
I was shocked to realize that the shower was indeed running. I'd expected him to come right back to bed. Plus, I needed to pee. All that rubbing did make me come, but it also irritated other things, and I didn't relish the UTI the tell-tale sensation was warning me would happen if I didn't flush it out.
Slipping into the dimly lit bathroom, I glanced toward the shower, but the glass had turned from crystal clear to opaque, a feature I assumed was triggered by starting the water. I shook my head at the fancy shower and went into the separate water closet to do my business.
I was washing my hands when Dirk shut the water off, and as soon as he opened the door, he reprimanded me.
"Shelby, darling, a little privacy wouldn't have been remiss." He rubbed a towel through his sooty locks, soaking up the excess water, after securing another around his hips.
"I needed to use the toilet, Dirk," I responded sharply. "You were literally inside me not more than ten minutes ago, and the toilet is closed off, not to mention I couldn't see into the shower."
"No need for vulgarity or to snap, darling. I was just a bit surprised; it's not something I'm used to." Slightly mollified, I padded back to bed, annoyed that I was in the wrong when he'd chosen to shower immediately after consummating our relationship. Only the Lord knew what would happen after we were married if he had trouble with a little bathroom sharing.
Well, your dumb ass is intent on finding out instead of hightailing it out of here.
Yes, I am. I love him.
Dirk came out of the bathroom, nude as he went in, and climbed into bed with a kiss to my forehead. "I'm sorry for being short, darling." I just nodded and snuggled into his slightly damp chest as he lay down, before turning my back to him to settle against his body. When his arm slipped around to hold me tightly to him and I was about to drift off, I swore I heard him mutter that I was his now, that he'd never let me go. It made warmth bloom in my chest then spread throughout my limbs as it pulled me the rest of the way into sleep.