“You okay?”
I nodded. “Just nervous, I guess.”
“Mm, allow me to distract you.”
Rhys kissed me until desire edged out nerves, then brought my left hand to his lips and kissed my ring.
“You remember what this means, right?”
His voice had taken on the edge of possessiveness that made my heart race and my cheeks flush. I nodded.
“What does it mean, Matty?”
I gulped. “That I’m yours.”
He nodded seriously. “You’re mine. And everyone who sees this ring knows it. On Saturday everyone at our wedding will know it. That you belong to me.”
He was lying half on top of me, and I could feel his dick get harder as he spoke. I ground up into him and we both moaned.
“No one gets to touch you but me,” he said and kissed me hard.
“I wish no one ever had,” I said. Rhys’s pupils dilated so fast his eyes looked nearly black, and he let out a moan.
“Oh fuck, baby, I wish that. I wish I was the first person to ever touch you, ever fuck you.” He ran his fingers down my neck, my chest, to my erection. “I wish I could’ve been the first one to see you come.” He stroked me roughly, and my eyes squeezed shut as lust shot through me.
“We . . . could pretend,” I said. My heart pounded. When I opened my eyes, Rhys was looking at me like he wanted to consume me.
“Oh, Matty. Yes.” He was hard and huge against my hip, nipples erect. He looked like he really could devour me. “No one has ever touched you. You’ve never been with anyone this way. But I love you and I’m going to make your first time amazing.”
“Oh my God,” I murmured.
“Don’t be scared, baby. I’ll be gentle with you.”
I felt a surge of embarrassment at how much this was turning me on, but Rhys was clearly just as into it as I was, so I closed my eyes and then I went for it.
“I don’t know what to do,” I said, making my voice soft. I blinked up at him, wide-eyed.
“I’ll show you,” Rhys purred. “Can I kiss you, sweet thing?” A hot judder of shame and need tore through me and I nodded.
Rhys kissed me slow and sweet. Almost chaste. He stroked my cheek and ran his fingers down my throat. When he slipped his tongue into my mouth, I moaned and pressed closer to him. Rhys’s rough hands mapped my body slowly. He bent and sucked at my sensitive nipples while he ran a palm over my ribs.
Where he was usually a tornado, now he was so gentle it made me want to scream. Each soft touch, each delicate sweep of his tongue, it all coalesced and left me trembling.
I imagined it really was the first time I’d ever been with anyone like this. Wiped away the late night fumbles in bars and parks, the rushed fucks in bathrooms and grimy apartments, the awkward mornings after and doomed affairs. It was another life, and in this life, Rhys was the only one.
“Mm, you’re so sweet,” Rhys murmured. He pushed the sheet aside, leaving me bared to him. My nipples were reddened and wet from his mouth, and my cock was swollen and leaking on my stomach. “Can I touch your dick, baby? I promise I won’t hurt you.”
“Oh fuck. Yes, touch me, please.”
Rhys ran a fingertip down my erection and we both moaned as my dick jerked. Then he wrapped his hand around me and started to stroke.
“Has anyone ever touched you here?”
“No, no, only you,” I gasped. The friction from his rough palm was perfect and the way he was looking at me was making me shake.
“Mm, that’s what I like to hear.”
I groaned when Rhys took his hand away, but didn’t move. I wanted him to be in complete control of this. He pushed my legs apart slowly and stroked the sensitive skin on the insides of my thighs. He cupped my balls and squeezed lightly, making me clench up.
He pushed my knees up and ran a finger lightly over my hole.
“Has anyone ever touched you here?” he asked as I shuddered.
I shook my head, swallowing hard. “No one. Not ever.” Rhys’s eyelids fluttered and I glanced down to see he was leaking all over himself, erection red and balls full. I reached out a hand slowly, but before I could touch him, he caught my wrist and pressed my hand to the bed.
“Not yet.”
“I’ve never seen one so big before,” I said softly and watched it jerk. Rhys gritted his teeth.
“You’re dangerous,” he said. I gave him the most innocent look I could muster.
His attention back between my legs, he said, “Can I touch you here, Matty? Can I touch you inside?”
“Oh God. Fuck.” Lust rolled through me and I nodded.
Rhys slicked his finger and slid it inside me slowly.