Fresh: A BWWM Secret Billionaire Romance

He picked me up off of my feet, and I squealed.

“Put me down!”

"I know."He wrestled me so that I fell back into our bed, wedding dress and all. His mouth came down on my lips, and I savored the taste of him. I hadn't kissed anybody else when I had gone out clubbing, and I missed the way that he tasted on my lips. I explored his mouth with my tongue. Smooth, warm wine felt like it was sliding down my throat. I was too mad for this, but somehow, his mouth on mine made it all melt away, like it had happened in another lifetime.

I felt my body warming at his touch. I felt myself getting wet between my thighs. I was conditioned to want him.

"I want to get naked."

I pushed him off of me lightly, and I turned so that he could pull down my zipper. He kissed a trail down all of the dark skin that he revealed. My wedding dress had boning built into it that precluded the need for a bra.

He flipped me over so that I was on my back again, staring up at him. I was only wearing a tiny blue lace thong that did nothing to conceal me.

He stared at me as if he were a thirsty man coming out of a desert. He pulled at the strap at my hip. "Something blue?"

"Something blue." I reached up for him and kissed him.

He tore my thong with two strong hands.

"I like it, but I like seeing your pretty pussy more."

He kissed his way down my body, leaving a trail of tiny fires in his wake, and he stuck his tongue into my dripping slit. I arched into his mouth. His hand came up to stimulate my clit, and I shuddered through an orgasm.

He flipped me onto my stomach. He separated my legs as far as they would go, and he pushed inside of my body. I sighed. I needed this more than I needed his kiss. I felt his dick stretch me. It burned, and my body was filled with light.

He pulled out. I flipped over to stare at him.

"What?"

"I don't want to hurt the baby."

I blinked at him. "You're fine. Plenty of married couples have sex when the woman is pregnant."

"I don't..." He rubbed the back of his neck. "It feels different to take a pregnant woman."

My eyes filled with tears from sexual frustration. Maybe I wouldn’t have asked my question if I was not tired and aroused. “Are you calling me fat?"

"No, no! I just...your body is different now."

I could not stop the tears streaming from my eyes. I pulled the top sheet off of his bed, and I wrapped it around myself. I started to walk out the door. No time to pick up my discarded wedding dress.

"Hey. Hey! Come back here."

I turned and shot him my sharpest dagger eyes. "I'll sleep somewhere else tonight."

He pulled on my sheet so that I was naked again. "We can sleep together and not have sex, you know. We're consenting adults."

"Somehow, this wasn't what I thought my wedding night would be like."

Silence fell. I walked out into the hallway as naked as the day I was born. There was a light on under one of the doors, and I knew that must be his mother's room. It was at the other end of the hallway. I slipped into an immaculately clean guest bed with a navy blue duvet in another room. I fell asleep naked, too drained to try to go back into his room and get my stuff.

Exploring

Amelia

When I woke up, I was back in Jimmy's bed. He was nowhere in sight. I checked the clock. Nine. I had slept in a little bit.

I put on a dress, a crumpled, awful one, from my suitcase. Who cared. It suited my mood today. I walked downstairs. There was a plate of eggs waiting for me, covered by a little silver dome. I ate my eggs alone, remembering what it had been like to eat breakfast with Jimmy. I guessed that those days were gone.