Cant Possibly Last

I throw myself into my husband's arms, and I start crying as soon as the warmth of his embrace surrounds me.

"You have it all wrong," I sob out. "I'm nothing special. I'm exactly what you thought I was before. Just some island girl---"

"You're my island angel, sent to save a worthless soul like me."

I want to argue against this, but it's impossible to even think, with my husband already sweeping me up into his arms as he kisses me again.

I think I'm going crazy, God.

Because the more we kiss, the more I'm convinced that I'm already in love with him, and surely that's not possible.

Right?

My husband reluctantly ends the kiss as he carries me back inside the house, and I hide my face against the side of his neck when we walk past his staff, and all of them are looking at us oh-so-knowingly.

Oh, dear.

He takes me straight to his bedroom, and he's already gotten rid of my dress even before my back hits the bed.

My underwear follows suit, and just like that I'm naked under my husband's gaze.

Embarrassment makes me attempt to cover myself, but he's just as swift in capturing my wrists.

"Let me look at you, mon ange ."

His words alone intoxicate me, and my arms fall helplessly against my sides. I can feel myself blushing from head to toe as he takes his time staring at me. I want so badly to keep myself still, but the longer he studies me, the more restless I feel.

My body no longer feels like my own, and sensations I've never known batter me all at once. Never have my breasts swelled the way they're swelling now. Never have their tips ached so sweetly, and never have my body trembled and shuddered the way it's doing now.

His dark gaze alone is like an invisible caress that every cell inside of me feels so, so intensely, and I feel like crying out as I feel myself getting wet between my legs for the first time.

If this is how he can make me feel, and he has yet to touch me, then what more, oh what more---

What more if he touches me?

The thought alone makes me feel like I'm about to spiral, and that's exactly what happens when he finally starts removing his own clothes.

Every inch of his body that he exposes to my sight feels like an exquisitely intimate gift.

Every inch is beautiful.

Warm.

And because I'm his wife---

Surely it's not greedy of me to think that every inch of him is mine?

Mine, mine, mine.

I can't believe that this man is mine.

My husband looms over me, and the difference between us is overwhelming. He's so much larger and stronger than I am. And yet, I feel no fear at all, and my heart only races as his weight settles over mine.

Every inch of our bodies are now in contact, and it just feels so, so right. He cups my face and kisses me, his lips slowly parting mine, and this, too, feels so, so wonderfully right. Everything about this and everything about us, really---it all feels so, so right.

It's as if I've been waiting my whole life to belong to him, and my eyes drift close as his mouth starts moving down my body. His lips tantalize and tease. Brands the side of my neck with his mark. And when he finally reaches my breasts.

A whimper slips past my lips as his lips over one rosy tip. My whole body is on fire, and I find myself raking his naked back with my nails as he does things to me that I never ever thought I'd have the capacity to enjoy.

All my life, I've been surrounded by men whose understanding of sex is twisted and perverse. All my life, the idea of some man possessing my body has made me sick to my stomach. All my life, I never even dared to pray that I would find a man whose touch I could bear, much less desire.

And yet...

My husband is exactly that man.

He's all of my secret dreams come true, and aaaaaah.

I can't keep myself from crying out as his fingers part me open, and he starts tasting my innermost flesh.

The intimacy of what he's doing is shocking.

I feel like dying of embarrassment.

But at the same time, I can't bear for him to stop.

Oh, please, please, please.

Please don't stop.

Please.

His head is still between my legs, and I find myself blindly reaching down to grasp his hair.

Please, oh, please.

He tastes me even more deeply, and my body arches up.

Too much, it's too, too much.

But just as I feel like I'm about to implode with pleasure---

Noooooo!

He abruptly yanks away, and a sob of protest escapes me.

Why did he stop?

My eyes fly open...and immediately collide with his.

"This is your last chance to change your mind," he says harshly.

I almost feel like laughing and crying.

"I feel like I should be the one to ask--- aaah ."

My husband thrusts inside of me, and my whole world spins out of control.

This, oh this...

I never imagined pain could be this beautiful.

Because it's not just my first time, but there's also the fact that I'm so small, and he's so, so tremendously big.

Every time he enters me, it feels like being claimed anew, but I wouldn't have it any other way.

So please don't stop, oh please don't stop.

My body starts to tighten anew.

But because I know what it means time---

My hands curve over the muscular slope of his shoulders, and when my dazed eyes seek his---

"Calixte..."

His name slips past my lips for the first time, and that's all it takes for my husband to sweep me off a cliff of ecstasy.

" Eden ..."

He groans as he comes, and I'm coming with him, my legs wrapping around his waist as pleasure floods out of me.

I can't remember how long it lasts.

But what I'll never remember is how it felt, surrendering to him---

Oh, Calixte .

And it was beautiful .

(Addictively so.)

And surprisingly safe .

(It was like being home.)

But most of all...

(Even when I don't deserve this)

It felt so, so right.

And that's why...

I can't remember feeling this terrified.

(Please take away my fear, God.)

Because this right here---

It's just too good to be true.