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Chapter 15

Joshua

Dinner is amazing, the chef truly outdid himself and I have to stop myself from shoveling it down my throat. I have waited almost two years from the time that Savannah literally ran into me at that airport to this night and I am at the end of my patience.

She is my wife now and I cannot wait to feel her warm wetness on my cock. I came close many times to saying fuck it and going back on the promise I made to myself to not fuck Savvy until she was my wife, but I’m glad I waited. She needed to be courted and pursued and she needed it without sex clouding her judgement. But I have one final hurdle to jump, even though I have seen Savannah naked and have tasted that sweet pearl between her thick thighs, I know she is still not one hundred percent comfortable with her body around me or my desire for her.

Tonight, I will begin to show her with my body how much I desire her not just emotionally, and spiritually but physically too. I look over at her and I can see her uncertainty by her fidgeting and not being able to look at me. I give her a crooked smile. When we get back home there will not be a doubt in her mind who my body belongs to or who hers answers to.

Eventually I get tired of her stalling, I stand up and go over to her and hold out my hand. No hesitation as she takes it, but she still cannot look in my eyes and I can feel her trembling.

I stop and turn to face her. “Look at me Savvy.” She looks up at me. “I know you trust me so why are you trembling.”

“I don’t know,” she says.

“Yes, you do, don’t do that Savannah let’s not start our marriage lying to each other, talk to me.”

“It’s been a while Jag and I’m worried I won’t be able to satisfy you, truly please you. Yeah, I’m no virgin but I was more sexually advanced than the kids’ father so I never worried about if he was pleased because most of the time, I was teaching him. There are things I don’t know how to do because he and I never really did them and I’m sure you’ll want to, and I don’t want to disappoint you.”

“Savannah.”

“Yes.”

I take her hand and put it on my hard cock. “That’s what you do to me without even trying. I have no doubt at all you about you pleasing me, just holding you pleases me more than all the other sexual experiences I have ever had, and do you know why?”

She just shakes her head.

I continue, “Because I love you. Because I am in love with you. You are everything to me. You’re taku manawa, my breath and moyo wangu ulipiga, my heartbeat. You are life, my baby.”

As I was talking to her, I walked her to the master bedroom and into the bathroom. I grab my products and start to walk out.

“Where are you going?”

“To one of the other bedrooms to shower. I wanna give you time to shower and get ready by yourself. Don’t worry I’ll be back.”

“Ok,” she says, and I turn on my heel and walk out to find another bedroom to use.

Savvy

“That damn Shellwyn,” I say. “When I get back home, I’m going to kick her ass. What the fuck is this shit that she packed for me to wear?”

I look at the tag, Frederick’s of Hollywood! They’re still in business? Leave it to Shell to find probably the only remaining Fredericks’s store to buy my honeymoon outfit in. If you can consider this an outfit. This strappy shit reminds me of some kind of slingshot. It’s barely holding my breasts in and my nipples are too big for the little piece of material that’s supposed to cover them. Ooouuu wait until I see her ass!

The panties have the majority of my ass hanging out. It's a damn shame that my marriage is going to play out with me behind bars. I finally get this mess on and look at myself in the mirror and have to grudgingly admit I look good. My girls look plump and firm even though they are damn near spilling out and my ass looks like I got a BBL. Thunder and lightning look firm.

I put on the sheer robe with feathers around the sleeves, lapel, and bottom and walk out into the bedroom. Jag is on the patio looking out at the ocean. I walk up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist, resting my head on his back.

“I never want to leave here,” I say.

“You just got here, and you want to move here already?” He asks me.

“Yes.”

He covers my hands with his and we just stand there soaking up the tranquility. Eventually he loosens my hands from around his waist and turns to face me. The growl that leaves him as he sees me standing there with the robe open showingthis contraption I have on.

“Baby, what are you wearing?” he asks, his voice strained.

“I don’t know. Shell picked this out for me.”

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