He unbuttoned his shirt midway, poured the wine into both glasses and handed it to me gingerly. "So... I heard you're excellent with your studies," he started.
"Yes," I responded sharply, feeling tension build up inside me.
So tell me, are you a nerd? He asked playfully.
No! Not really...
Are you sure? He asked with a playful face.
Yes, I'm sure, I said taking a huge gulp from my glass.
Slow down, or you're going to get drunk with the way you're taking it.
Okay, I responded nervously.
"What are you reading?" he asked.
"Logistics and Transport Management," I replied.
"That's good!" he said, emptying his glass and dropping it on the table. He took off his suit and tie, and his eyes lingered on me as he unbuttoned his shirt. "So... how has school been?" he asked.
"G...G... good!" I said nervously, my hands sweating.
Turning to look at me, he frowned. "What's wrong? You seem anxious."
"I'm fine," I said, looking away.
"No, you're not," he insisted. "What's wrong?"
"I'm... I'm... scared."
"Did I scare you?" he asked, assuming it was the incident with the lady earlier.
"No... not that," I said, biting my lips anxiously. His gaze on me grew more intense, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down. "Something different, like a different switch, was pulled."
"Scarlett," he called my name in a hoarse voice.
"Yes?" I replied, confused by the sudden change in his tone. His eyes focused on my lips and he leaned in to kiss me before I could utter another word.
In an instant, all rational thoughts were consumed by the intense passion between us. His kiss was electric, sending shockwaves through my body as his hands roamed every inch of my skin. I was overwhelmed by the new sensations flooding my senses, my body yearning for more.
With incredible skill, he unzipped my dress, his fingers tracing along my spine as he tantalizingly teased the skin of my thighs. Aching with desire, I eagerly yielded to his touch as he drew closer to my most intimate regions. But just as he approached, I hesitated, my legs tensing up in fear I shut them. With a sly smirk, he deepened our kiss and slowly slipped off the arm of my gown rendering my front bare.
His lips left mine and connected with my breasts. As he worked his magic on my breasts, I couldn't help but let out a loud moan. His touch was deliciously confusing, sending me spiraling towards heights of pleasure I'd never experienced before. I was a quivering mess, his expert hands driving me wild with desire. But even as my mind was consumed with thoughts of lust, I was still afraid of what was to come.
As he stood me up and removed my dress entirely, my shame was almost perceptible. But he wouldn't let me hide. He wanted me to be exposed, to be vulnerable, to be beautiful. And as I stood there, nearly naked in front of him, his eyes roved over every inch of me with pure admiration. With a deep voice that made my knees tremble, he whispered, "Don't cover yourself. Stay like that. You look absolutely gorgeous."
Mav... He didn't let me finish as he kissed me again. This time it was wild, his touch was rendering me helpless. My fear increased, what if he becomes impatient and plunges in? My heart raced faster with every passing moment. The sensations coursing through my body were overwhelming, but my fear and anxiety soon caught up. I knew in my heart that I wasn't ready to take things any further with my husband. But Mav continued to kiss me, and with each passing second, I felt my defences crumbling away.
"Mav?" I gasped out, barely able to keep my composure. "P... P...Please stop. I'm scared."
At my words, he halted immediately, his hands falling away from my body. "I'm sorry," he murmured, his expression apologetic.
I looked away, feeling ashamed and embarrassed. "I've never done this before," I confessed, my voice wavering. "I'm... I'm still a virgin." I'm scared I won't be able to handle the pain.
Mav's words caught me off guard. "I know," he said, surprising me. "Your body language says it all, and I honestly have no intention of claiming you tonight."
My mind was in turmoil. I had expected him to take me to bed tonight, but instead, he had turned out to be the complete opposite of my expectations.
"You don't?" I asked him, my eyes widening in surprise.
"I don't," he replied. "I just wanted you to relax and feel good, that's all."
I felt a wave of relief wash over me at his words. I had been afraid that my inexperience might make me vulnerable to his advances, but he had proved to be nothing but understanding and caring.
"I thought... Honeymoon nights..." I began to say, my voice trailing off.
Mav shook his head, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips. "Not in every case," he said. "So are you going to relax and trust me now?" he asked her.
You... won't go in right?
I won't! I promise.
Okay, I said, feeling grateful and relieved. "I trust you."
I could feel his intense gaze on me as he walked closer, his fingers trailing down my arm, sending shivers down my spine. He slowly tucked a strand of hair from my face and removed the pin from my hair, allowing it to fall down my back in soft waves.
"I love your hair," he said, his voice sweet and seductive. "Your smell, your innocence, and your mesmerizing eyes." He leaned in, his lips hovering over mine before kissing me deeply, sending heat coursing through me.
He lifted me effortlessly, carrying me bridal style to the bed and gently laying me down. As I lay there, he started placing butterfly kisses all over my body, his lips lingering on each sensitive spot. I tried to cover myself up, but he replaced my hands with his own, continuing to kiss me deeply and take control.
"You don't have to hide anything from me," he whispered, his hot breath against my ear sending shivers through me. "I'm your husband, just trust me, okay?" I nodded, my breathing already heavy with lust and anticipation.