Page 126 of The Warrior
We didn’t stay long at the reception. I wanted her for myself and led her to my suite in the Gray Mansion.
“Your new home,” I said and let her take in the large room with the fine furniture. “Make yourself comfortable, what is mine is yours.”
Laura looked like a lost swan as she stood in her white dress taking in everything around her.
“Here.” I handed her the glass of wine that I’d just poured and took one for myself. “Cheers to our new lives as husband and wife.”
Her hands trembled a little when she raised the glass and took a sip. “It’s very nice here.”
“Uh-huh.” Every nerve ending on my body was on alert. In my mind we’d consummated our marriage a hundred times, but this was real life. Now that the door was closed and Laura was all mine, I wanted to experience everything I had dreamed of with her. The thought alone was more intoxicating than the wine in our glasses. After so many years of waiting, she had chosen me and soon she’d give herself to me.
“Are you nervous?”
Laura shook her head but the way she licked her lips and kept her gaze on my shoulder revealed that she was.
“I’m not going to hurt you.”
“I know,” she whispered.
“Are you tired?”
“No, I’m wide awake.” She leaned her head back, emptying her glass.
“Do you want more wine?”
“No.” Putting her glass down, she lifted her gaze to meet mine. “I’m ready.”
“You’re ready?” Butterflies spread in my stomach at the resolve in her eyes.
“Yes.”
Part of me wanted to ask her what she was ready for, but teasing her wouldn’t be fair. Instead I put my own glass down and led her to the bed at an unhurried pace. “You want to consummate our union.” It wasn’t a question, and I followed up by leaning down to kiss Laura for the first time since the wedding ceremony. God, the sensation of her soft lips on mine was more divine than I could have imagined.
“I have wanted to do this for a long time,” I whispered and kissed her again – this time a little harder with my hand snaking around her waist, pulling her closer.
Laura made the sweetest sounds as our kissing grew deeper. She was like the most delicious dessert: every bite an explosion of sweetness on my tongue.
“I want you out of your dress.” My voice was raspy with need, and she stiffened a little. “It’s okay, I just want to see you.”
Laura was compliant when I turned her around and opened her dress in the back. She kept her gaze down when I slid the dress off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. My experience with women’s underwear was nonexistent, and I had to study her bra a little before I undid it.
My hands slid down her back, feeling the creamy skin against my fingertips. Planting small kisses down her spine, I inhaled her feminine scent as if it was a fragrance designed to enslave me.
Every part of me tingled when I slid my fingers inside her panties and pulled the white silk fabric down over her delicious ass. It was like unpacking a gift that I’d waited twenty-nine years for.
Squatting down behind her, I let Laura’s underwear fall to the pool of white fabric already by her feet. And then I looked up to see the whole vision of my gorgeous wife, naked with only her long red hair to cover her shoulders.
Laura was leaning on her left leg, her right knee slightly bent and her heel lifted just a bit. She didn’t turn, but waited for my next move.
Her ass was magnificent and with my hands I made circles on it, feeling the fleshy part of her hips and buttocks.
“Laura.”
“Hmm?” She still didn’t turn.
Standing back up, I undressed myself, letting everything drop to the floor. Maybe she had hoped sex would be done in the darkness under the covers, but that wasn’t what I wanted.
Turning her around I saw how perfect she was before I met her eyes. “I’m not going to hurt you,” I repeated.
