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Julian

“Are you ready to eat?”

“Yes. No. I mean, I’m starving, but I also want to walk around and look at everything.”

“Let’s take a quick tour before sitting down for dinner then.”

We walk around the house, looking into each room. Elena acts like a kid on Christmas morning, and every new room is a new present she is unwrapping.

“It’s beautiful.”

“It really is,” I say, looking straight at her. “Now, let’s eat.”

We walk back to the dining room, which is already set for us. A large flower arrangement in the center of the table, with various foods spread out around it.

Our first official dinner as husband and wife.

“Bring us some champagne,” I order. A few minutes later, two flutes and a bottle are brought to us. I open it with a pop and pour us each a glass. “Enjoy it while you can.”

“What do you mean?” Elena wrinkles her nose.

“You might be pregnant soon, and then you won’t be able to drink for nine months.”

“Oh,” Elena looks down at the table, chewing at her bottom lip. “I meant to tell you. I know it’s horrible timing, but when I went to the bathroom on the boat, I realized my period started.”

Disappointment slams into me. Partly because we won’t be able to have the perfect wedding night like I had planned, but mostly because her getting her period means she is not pregnant yet. I didn’t expect her to be after we only had sex a hand full of times, but it still saddens me that I’ll have to wait longer.

“I’m sorry,” Elena whimpers.

“Nothing to be sorry about. I would be displeased if we had waited, and tonight was our first time together, but since I thoroughly fucked you last night, I’ll be patiently waiting to fuck you again in a few days.”

Elena’s face turns crimson at my words. Not because she isn’t used to my dirty talk, but because one of the temporary maids is in the room, refreshing our drinks. Her embarrassment only makes me smile. The maid seems a little flustered as well but is smart enough not to make a sound before scurrying away.

The rest of the dinner goes pleasantly uneventful. When I lead Elena back to the bedroom, I expect her to want to go to bed right away. Instead, she tucks me into the bathroom.

“I want to take a shower.” I’m guessing from the way she is pulling me along, she expects me to join. I’ll gladly oblige.

I turn on the water and help her out of her clothes before I peel my own off. The shower here is just as large and luxurious as the one at home. There is more than enough room for both of us with the two rainfall showerheads.

Stepping under the spray, I close my eyes and let the hot water cascade over my face. I almost flinch when Elena comes up behind me, running her small hands over my back.

Turning, I face her and open my eyes. She has a mischievous twinkle in her gaze, and for a moment, I wonder what she is up to. That thought, along with every other, disappears when she lowers herself to her knees and wraps her delicate fingers around my already hard cock.

“Fuck,” I groan as she leans forward and takes me into her hot mouth. Her soft lips close around my length, and her velvet tongue runs along the underside. I place one hand on the cool tiled wall next to me, feeling the need to brace myself while I bury my other hand in her black hair.

She moves slowly and sensually over my length, taking me deep until I hit the back of her throat before sliding back out all the way. Her hand stays wrapped around the base of my cock as she keeps working the rest like a fucking pro.

It doesn’t take me long before I feel my balls tightening and the tingle at the base of my spine.

“I’m gonna come down your throat… you’re gonna swallow it,” I grit through clenched teeth, barely hanging on.

She moans and nods her head as much as she can with my cock in her mouth. I can feel the vibration of her moan through my entire body.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

I try not to grip her hair tightly, letting her stay in control, but when I feel my orgasm rising, I can’t resist any longer. I wrap my fingers around her hair and close my fist, holding her in place as I shoot ropes after ropes of my release down her throat.

She keeps sucking until the very last drop, and I’m glad I left one hand at the wall for support because, fuck me, my legs might give out.

Releasing my cock, she gracefully gets back on her feet, licking her lips like she enjoyed herself very much.

“Sorry, my uterus messed up our wedding night.” She smiles cheekily.

“I’ll take that apology from your mouth every damn day.” Straightening up, I grab her hips and pull her close to me, molding her soft curves against my hard ones.

Leaning down, I take her lips, devour her like it’s the only thing I’ll need to survive. I plunge my tongue inside of her, tasting myself. The combination of our tastes is so intoxicating, my cock roars back to life. Fuck, I’m never going to get enough of her.

Not ever.