Chapter 25
Michael
We could not have said our goodbyes fast enough. I was done waiting to have my bride. God, she looks like a fucking vision in that dress. Her beauty never stops astounding me.
We’re waiting for the elevator to arrive to take us to our room, and my patience is wearing thin. When the doors open, I pull her inside. Luckily, we are the only two in the car. I push her against the wall and hold her wrists above her head.
I growl. “I can’t wait. I have to have you now.”
“Michael, we can’t. What if someone wants to ride the elevator?” she asks innocently.
“Then we’ll give them a show,” I say, and she giggles.
“You can wait a few more minutes.” She grins mischievously. “Do you really want other people to get a look at what’s yours? You don’t seem like the sharing type to me.”
Oh, she fucking knows me so well. I growl again, and my lips crash down and meet hers. If I can’t take what’s mine right now, I’ll kiss her until we get to our floor.
My lips devour hers, and I don’t break from her until I hear the elevator ding. Looking at the panel, I’m relieved to see it is our floor. When the doors open, I quickly pull her from the elevator and hurry toward our room. After opening the door, I pull her in, and once I close it behind her, I slam her against it and continue kissing her. Without breaking the kiss, we both kick off our shoes.
I lean back to take a breath, and I watch her intently. “God, you’re fucking beautiful,” I say huskily. “And you’re fucking mine.”
She gives me a devilish smile and then says, “So are you just gonna stand there and talk about how beautiful I am, or are you gonna show me how happy you are that I’m your wife?”
With her words, I turn her around and undo the tiny buttons of her dress, starting at her neck and going all the way to the bottom of her tailbone. She moans when I get to the last one and gently drop the dress down her body. She steps out of it, and I turn her back around to face me. I stop briefly to take in her beauty. She’s wearing an ivory corset and garters, all adorned with lace.
She takes a step forward and reaches up to my shoulders to slide my jacket off. She then removes my tie, slowly pulling it from my collar and dropping it to the floor. Her fingers begin at the top button of my shirt, and she takes her time undoing them. After she slides my shirt off, it too ends on the floor beside us.
I try to pull her into my arms, but she reaches down and fumbles with my belt. Her agile fingers work quickly, and before I know it, my belt, pants, and boxers are gone.
I get down on one knee and take my left hand up her right leg. When I reach the point where the garter attaches to her stockings, I release the clasp and then slowly glide the silk down her leg. She holds out her foot as I remove it completely. I do the same with the other. Once both stockings are removed, I pull her close and kiss her right above the apex of her thighs. She squirms and runs her fingers through my hair.
As I rise, I scoop her into my arms and carry her to our bedroom. I’m not worried about being interrupted by Ricco tonight. He has strict orders to spend the night in the hallway. Tonight it’s just Zaira and me, alone.
When I reach the bedroom, I gently lay her on the bed. After getting in next to her, I pull her into my arms and hold her while my hands roam her body. I reach around to her back and undo the hooks that secure her corset. Once they are free, she is left with nothing on but a lacy ivory thong. But not for long as I rip it off her.
She gasps. She slowly runs her hands down the length of my naked body, and my dick is at full attention.
“Oh, baby…” She coos. “Do you have any idea how good you feel,” she says as she begins to stroke my dick. She rolls me onto my back, and before I can respond, she crawls on top of me. She straddles me, then bends down and licks my bottom lip before devouring my mouth. Her tongue is warm and wet, and it only makes me want her more. When she’s done kissing me, she sits up and watches me, exposing her bare chest. Her tits are perfect. I sit up, bringing her body closer to mine, which allows me to suck on her nipples.
She moans. “Harder, Michael. Harder!”
What. The. Fuck!I didn’t think my dick could get any harder, but her words have proved me wrong.Where did that come from?With eagerness, I suck harder and nip at her taut nipple. She’s in a trance of pleasure, totally lost to what I’m doing to her.I bet if I had more time, I could make her come by just sucking on her tits. I’ll have to remember that,I think to myself. But I am too anxious to consummate our marriage. I want her to be mine. I already had her heart, mind, and soul. It was now time to take her fucking body.
After grasping on to her hips, I position her right over my cock. Before I impale her onto me, I look into her eyes. She’s looking at me with so much hunger. I lean into her and nuzzle close to her ear, whispering, “I love you.” I kiss her softly on her neck as my cock slides slowly into her sweet pussy. I move slowly at first because I want to savor the moment. I want to savor every inch as I push into her.
She is so fucking tight and warm, and with every thrust, she clamps onto my dick like a vise. I feel as if I’m going to explode. I have to stop, so I lift her and draw out of her slowly. She scowls at me as I hold her there and wait a few seconds before I slide her back down, impaling her again. Whenever I push into her, I try desperately to keep control of my movements. I continue this routine, and I swear she clenches me tighter each time. I’m losing control, and by the delicious sounds she is making, the whimpers and moans, she is too.
“Tell me, Zaira. Tell me what I need to hear.”
Without hesitation or questioning, she says, “I love you, Michael.”
I move my fingers onto her clit. She’s soaking wet around my cock and my fingers. I’m about to come, but I need her to ride it out with me. “Give it to me, sweetheart. Give me all you got.”
With my words, she detonates, and I watch her lose herself to me. Seeing her orgasm and knowing I now own her body is my undoing, and I take my surrender, releasing every bit of my juices inside her.
Later, we’re lying in bed in each other’s arms. We’re both exhausted after a long day and going a few rounds in the bedroom. Zaira is peacefully sleeping, and I’m lying here listening to her soft snores. Despite my exhaustion, I can’t sleep. I have a gnawing feeling something is about to snap. I look at the woman I love so completely and pray she doesn’t find out the truth before I get the opportunity to tell her. Maybe if she hears it from me, where I can explain, we can move on and be happy.
Life doesn’t always work that way, and I know the right thing to do would be to tell her first thing in the morning. I know she’d take it much better hearing it from me. Battling with my thoughts, I decide to do what is right. I will tell her.
I look at her again and decide it can wait until morning. She is sleeping so soundly, I don’t want to disturb her.
