Riri

F inally, oh finally.

It's the first time I've ever been kissed, and I feel like weeping at the realization that my first kiss also happens to be from the man I love and married.

Oh, thank You, God, thank You.

My toes curl hard as my husband's lips part mine.

Am I allowed to thank You, God, that my husband has the softest and warmest lips EVER?

And oh, when his tongue slips inside my mouth, I just can't help it.

Thank You, God, thank You!

Because it just feels so, so good to have my husband kiss me, and when he starts sucking on my tongue---

My husband is so hot, God, thank You!

It's just too much, and my knees immediately buckle.

Oops.

My husband catches me in time, naturally.

But I feel terribly empty as this forces our kiss to an end.

"To be continued," Jacques says wickedly.

Aaargh.

I pout at him, but he only laughs.

"Patience, my love."

He holds my hand as we walk, his grip possessive and almost punishingly tight.

But I don't mind at all, and I wouldn't want it any other way.

His touch means I'm his, and that's all I've ever wanted.

We're finally inside the elevator, but my torment is only prolonged when other passengers step in to join us.

Every second of not being able to kiss him again is torture, and when we finally reach the hotel's topmost floor, I feel like I'm about to cry and cry out.

Why is it taking so, so long to get to our room?

I just can't bear this.

I want him so much.

Oh, please, please, please hurry, and get moving, Mr. Time!

Jacques unlocks the door to our suite, but before I can take a step inside, he sweeps me into his arms, and all I can do is gasp as he carries me over the threshold.

Who would have thought my husband could be this romantic?

Jacques kicks the door shut and lights automatically switch on as we make our way straight to the master's.

The bedroom is huge, and the bed at the center of it is just as huge.

And that's a good thing.

Right?

I consider making a joke of it, but when my husband lays me down on the bed, I immediately forget what I'm thinking.

Oh my.

Because my husband is already stripping himself out of his clothes, and he's doing it so swiftly that in the blink of an eye, he's already naked, and I have my first glimpse of what a real man looks like.

Oh my, indeed.

I can feel my cheeks catching fire as I stare at him helplessly.

I've always thought he'd be the type to be hard and beautiful all over.

But I realize now that to imagine such things is so, so different from seeing it.

And when he moves back, and I feel the bid dip under his weight---

Oh, my darling Jacques.

A moan rolls out of my throat as he starts kissing and undressing me at the same time. His fingers are as wonderfully efficient as it was a while ago, and before I know it, my Sunday-best dress has already joined his suit on the floor, and oh, oh, oh...

The feel and weight of his powerfully naked body covering mine is beyond everything I've dreamed of. It's this fusion of heat, magic, and the most poignant sense of intimacy, and all I can do is whimper when his mouth latches on one of my nipples.

Jacques, oh Jacques.

My fingers drive through the locks of his hair, and I find myself clutching his head as he starts suckling hard.

Yes, oh yes.

He moves to my other breast, and the magic starts all over again.

I'm writhing and moaning and shaking as his mouth moves further down my body.

I know where he's heading, of course.

And the anticipation is killing me.

"Jacques, p-please..."

Hearing me beg makes my husband laugh, and the sound is so deliciously wicked that another round of flames licks its way around my body.

Oh, Jacques.

How he makes me want him so, and aaaaaaaah.

His mouth closes over my clit, and my hips nearly fly off the bed.

He starts sucking, and I don't last another second.

I'm flying and soaring, crying and crying out.

And just when I think I can't take more of this mind-shattering pleasure---

That's when my husband finally thrusts inside of me, and it's the sweetest agony to feel the enormous length of his manhood drive past the barrier of my virginity.