I’d expected her to get angry, but instead she just sighed. “Oh,” she said softly. “I guess that makes sense.”
I rolled her over on her back. “Are you alright?”
She nodded, but there were tears in her eyes. I wiped them away and brushed her hair back. It bothered me more than it had any right to that she was upset.
“What’s wrong?”
She hiccuped. “I don’t know, I just woke up and I was alone. This room is so beautiful, it felt like maybe I’d died and it frightened me. And it also just feels so…big and lonely here. I don’t know.”
I considered her for a long moment. “I think perhaps you’re just overwhelmed. Maybe a hot bath and then try to go back to sleep?”
She nodded weakly and I rose and went to the bathroom. There was an enormous clawfoot tub in the corner and I filled it with hot water and found some towels in the cupboard. She appeared in the doorway, naked and small, her face pale and her arms wrapped around her body.
“Get in,” I said.
She leaned over the sink to grab her makeup bag and take out a hair tie and my eyes fell on her body. There was a single muscle in her thigh that tensed and then another in her calf and her delicate feet arched as she stood on her toes. Her ass jutted out, round and perfectly soft. My dick hardened again and I found myself stepping up behind her and letting my fingers trail down to her hip.
She stilled. “You’re hard,” she said softly.
“Very,” I breathed.
I knew what she wanted even if she wasn’t saying it out loud, I felt it in the way she pushed out her ass, her soft pussy brushing against my dick. Stepping back, I pulled the bag of toiletries from the cupboard and took out a condom and laid it on the sink.
A flush rose in her face, chasing away the paleness, and spread across her throat and breasts. I ran my palm up her spine, tracing her warm skin, and slid it around to her front. She bit her lower lip and a soft sound escaped her mouth, a swift intake of breath, as I pinched her nipple between my fingers.
Seeing Olivia bent over the sink, her dark eyes fixed on mine in our reflection made my cock pulse. With my other hand, I traced her folds and found them wet, so soft and slippery with her slick heat. Impulsively, I plunged my middle and index fingers into her and her pussy clenched around them as she whimpered.
I flipped my fingers and caressed her experimentally until I found her G-spot and she gasped, her hips jerking. If I didn’t put a condom on and fuck this woman I was going to go insane. But I forced myself to hold back because the sight of her stiffened spine and her wide eyes glittering with desire as she watched me thrust my fingers into her was extraordinary.
“Touch yourself,” I ordered.
She braced herself on the heel of one hand and her other hand slid between her thighs. I pulled my fingers from her with a wet sound. Tearing my eyes from the sight of her working her clit, I ripped open the condom and rolled it down my length. Then, taking her hips between my fingers, digging my grip into the softness of her body, I slid into her until I was sheathed to the hilt.
Fuck, she was hot and wet and impossibly tight around my cock. I rode her with light strokes for a few moments, allowing her to loosen until she could take all of me without wincing.
“Keeping touching yourself,” I said, my voice coming out hoarse. “I want you to be a good girl and come around my cock.”
She obeyed, clinging to the edge of the sink as I thrust into her from behind and she rubbed her clit with those slender, little fingers. She was such a good girl, so obedient when I fucked her. That had surprised me because she had a mouth on her when she wasn’t on her back with her legs open.
I leaned forward, covering her body with mine, and braced my hands on either side of her. “Come for me,” I breathed in her ear.
Her body jerked beneath me and she moaned, her fingers working faster. I felt her pussy tighten around me, pulse once, then twice, and then she exploded. That gasping cry burst from her lips and she squeezed her eyes shut.
“Fuck, that’s it, that’s my girl,” I whispered, right on the edge of my own orgasm. “Now look me in the eyes when you come on my cock.”
Her eyes snapped open and fixed on mine, dark and desperate. “Oh my God,” she breathed.
Slipping my hand up to wrap around the base of her throat, I held her against my body and fucked her hard from behind. The bathroom filled with her quiet moans and whimpering cries and the slick noise of our bodies meeting. She was so wet I could feel it dripping down my balls.
The way her body responded to me, yielding to me until she was pliant in my hands, tipped me over the edge. I came hard, filling the condom as I rode out the aftershocks of my pleasure, buried deep in her hot pussy. For a long moment, we remained as we were, bent over the sink, slick and panting for breath. Then I straightened and pulled from her, standing back to survey her wet, swollen pussy. The sight filled me with primal satisfaction.
“I’m not so cold anymore,” she said huskily.
I removed the condom and tied it, tossing it in the garbage bin. “Get in the tub. It’ll help you sleep.”
She sat down on the edge of the tub and let her legs sink into the steaming water. “Will you take a bath with me?” she asked quietly. I could tell it made her nervous to ask.
I considered her for a moment. She didn’t trust me yet, but she didn’t really have any reason to. I’d given her the bare minimum by not hurting her more than necessary on our wedding night. And given who I was, she had every right to be wary of me. But a small, unfamiliar part of me wanted her to look up with nothing but trust in those dark eyes.