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I grab her wrist again. “Your first orgasm as my wife is mine, Nia. You can get yourself wet and hot and ready, but you’re going to give me that first scream while I’m on top of you, inside you, kissing you, and making sure you know you belong to me.”
Vaguely, I’m aware that I sound decidedly unevolved. Being with Nia isn’t strictly about sex…but I enjoy every moment I spend in bed with her. I’m not against her making autonomous decisions about her pleasure, generally speaking. But not tonight. From now until the sun comes up, she—and all her orgasms—are mine.
Nia shivers. “All right.”
Slowly, I release her wrist. Her fingers delve between her folds again. It only takes a second before her back is arching, her hips lifting.
“What are you thinking about?” I demand.
“You.”
“What am I doing?”
“Making love to me. Slowly. Carefully. Touching me everywhere. Wringing pleasure from me. Telling me you love me.”
I can picture that, too. “That’s what you want tonight?”
Her head falls back against the seat and she closes her eyes. “Please.”
“Why? Because that’s ‘wedding night’ sex?”
She shakes her head. “Because no one has ever done that.”
Really? She’s had playful sex, intense sex, spontaneous sex, even slightly kinky sex. But she’s never had thoughtful, lingering, meaningful sex, the kind where someone revered her body, stoked her heart, and consumed her soul at once?
Come to think of it, neither have I.
“Then we’ll share this first together.”
The smile Nia gives me leaves me basking in anticipation and reeling with need.
Two torturous minutes later, I pull into the driveway and stop the car. Thank god we made it.
She blinks in the darkness and lifts her hand from between her legs slowly, looking disoriented by her lingering haze of self-pleasure. “We’ve been here.”
I nod, waiting for her to catch on. “We have.”
As she takes it all in, I exit the car and run to open her door.
“Have you guessed yet?” I almost hold my breath, hoping she’s happy with my surprise.
“Is this the house where you proposed to me?” she asks as she steps out.
“It is.”
“The house I picked out from the stack of listings? The one with the fireplace?”
A smile splits my face. “It is. And it’s ours.”
She gasps, a smile spreading across her face. “Seriously?”
“I accepted their counter offer the day after you agreed to marry me. I signed the paperwork at eleven this morning. I thought it would be fitting to spend our first night as a married couple here, so we can start building memories.”
Her smile almost blinds me. “That’s perfect. You got me a fireplace! I always wanted one as a kid.”
And she never had one. I’m so fucking glad I can be the man to give it to her. “Now, it’s all yours.”
Nia squeals. There’s no other way to put it. She throws her arms around my neck, jumps up and down excitedly, and peppers my face with kisses. “You did this for me?”
