My One And Only

“We do not have to do this…”

He said, tilting her face up to look at his face. There was a silence for a while before she gave him her answer that sealed the night for them.

“No…I want this…I want you.”

She whispered the last part, looking into his dark brown eyes. Deep down she was excited too but also nervous at the same time.

“But you are nervous??”

He implored and she could not wonder but how well he could read his mind…this man had done nothing but took care of her, protected her and given nothing but pleasure and happiness.

Then why was she afraid??? Or nervous??

“Do you trust me??”

He asked and it did not take her a moment to respond in yes by nodding at him. She trusted him more than herself.

He was amused by her answer. It warmed his insides knowing she trusted him with something as intimate as the moment they were sharing or were about to.

“Then do you believe me when I say I will take care of you?”

“You can never hurt me.”

Her reply made him peck her lips a multiple times. It made him so much more happier.

He did not know why it did but it did anyway and he could not help but feel special. She made him feel special.

“Then why are you afraid??”

He inquired, both resting their foreheads on each other. His fingers running in between her red locks.

“It’s just…its…”

Her cheeks got painted in red as she struggled to let the words out of her swollen lips.

“…I have never done this before. ”

Her fears were justified. He could understand her anxiety, her nervousness. But he was also amused by the news.

He felt some kind of ownership over her untouched body…knowing that no men had ever had the pleasure to touch, hold and look at the way he had…made him very possessive about her.

“And you do not want to do now??”

“No no…I want to. ”

Her instant reply as if she would lose her chance with him made him smirk at her.

It reddened her cheeks more, realizing how much desperate she sounded.

“Will you loosen your hold a little on my cock??”

And at that time, she wished the bed swallowed her in for she had not realized how she was holding him through his boxer.

She had no idea of what she was holding onto and tried to pull out her hands off of him but he did not let her.

“Then what are you afraid of?”

He inquired, lifting her jaw up with his forefinger. Her flushed face was too embarrassed to look at him.

“You have nothing to worry about. ”

He said, sliding a strand of her red hair behind her ears.

“I will always take care of you. ”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

His answer to her question made her rose, sitting up on his lap, straddling him, her legs encircling his waist making direct contact with her core and his hardened length.

They both gasped at the contact. She was not afraid anymore. She was all ready to give him herself…body and soul.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“If you want to stop…we can…”

“I do not want to though.”

She cut him off right away, putting a finger over his lips, shutting him up.

“More so… it’s our wedding night.”

She mumbled, looking right into his dark dilated pupils, her finger brushing over his open mouth.

“…and I would love nothing more than for my husband to make love to me.”

Every word, she spoke out was making him crazy for her…crazy in needs…crazy to have her, devour her all night long.

It was indeed true…she was his wife and he was her husband. They were married and it was their first night as husband and wife.

Even though he did not think that it would lead to this but he was not disliking the idea either.

A marriage was incomplete without consummating it. Plus he had never desired any woman more than he ever did for Tinsley.

He always had eyes for her…there was some kind of unknown pull towards her…a dreadful attraction that he could never get off.

That only made him believe of whatever she told him how they had a thing for each other when they were kids.

Maybe indeed they did and when there was a moment in the past where he had a second thought about marrying her…locking his life for her…with her.

But then the primary thought was to protect her and that he would go to any length to make sure of that.

He ended up marrying her and he had no regrets about it either. Just to see her the way she was with him right then…he would do it all over again.

His eyes roamed all over her face and then like a ragging wind, he slammed his lips onto her soft and swollen ones.

He pushed her back onto the bed and she obliged, circling her arms around his neck as they both did not stop kissing each other.

Kian got up to get rid of his boxer and Tinsley leaned forward to have a look. She gulped her saliva down her throat, eyeing that thing…a piece of flesh standing so proudly in between her husband’s legs.

She could not draw her eyes off of him. It was her first time seeing one of these and she could not help it in eyeing the flesh with curiosity like a very curious kitten.

Kian saw how she was watching him. She looked so cute as a baby feline. He knew that she might have second thought once she saw him and was still ready to stop for her.

“It’s… it’s big.”

Tinsley uttered out, still could not take her eyes off of it. Kian did not say a word…her words were boosting his man ego.

“How will it get inside of me without killing me??”

That made him laugh out loud and only then she realized, she was speaking her thoughts out loud.