"You think I don't take our vows seriously?" I kept my eyes downcast and didn't answer and only met his gaze when he tilted my chin up with his finger. His eyes were dark, clear and very, very intense. "I assure you, I take the convention of marriage very seriously."
WILEY
My hands went to the buttons of my shirt, undoing one and then the next.
"What...what are you doing?" she asked, surprised as more of my body was uncovered.
"Taking off my clothes."
She'd been a bold vixen just a few moments ago and now she was the shy virgin. I'd been stunned when she'd grabbed my cock, even more so when she'd cupped my balls with her other hand.
"Yes, I can see that, but why?" She didn't look away but kept her curious eyes on me. This was a good sign.
"You played with my cock, sweetheart. Just like an expert. I assume you aren't one and in fact, a very innocent virgin. Who told you how to do that?"
She swallowed and that had me thinking about what she could do with that mouth. "The ladies downstairs."
I clenched my jaw at what she'd done. "The ladies downstairs?" I repeated. "Sweetheart, we're going to talk about how a lady isn't supposed to wander a strange town alone at night, let alone enter a brothel. But not now." I stripped the shirt off my arms and dropped it to the floor. I sat down beside her. "Come here, Piper." My voice was level and even.
I would fuck her now as she'd all but taunted me into it. She'd been standing there when I opened the door, all bravado and sass. She'd come to stake her claim and if that hadn't made me rock hard, I didn't know what could. Besides it being ridiculously dangerous, it was hot as hell. Then she'd stood up to Ethel and had the audacity to grab my cock. Not just grab it, but fondle it in the most expert of ways. Then she'd had the ridiculous notion that I didn't want her, that I wanted Ethel instead.
I hadn't told her I wanted her; we'd only kissed and that had been brief. What we had between us was simmering, simmering as anger, but there was definitely lust there as well. We might be angry about the basis for our marriage, but there was no mistaking any longer the need in both of us.
She'd started it when she followed me out of the hotel room, but I would take over and finish this. She might have a bold streak in her, but it was gone now. She needed me to take the lead, to be in control.
Taking off my shirt was just the start. I knew what I wanted to do, but not what I should do. We really were complete strangers and she was a virgin. While she'd been extremely forward and bold only a few moments earlier, it wasn't really Piper. She may have been given some tips from some ladies downstairs, she couldn't have learned everything. No, teaching her everything was my job.
I couldn't just toss her on the bed, rip the dress from her body and take her, at least not the first time. She needed wooing and a gentle touch, but 'gentle' was not a word ever used in association with me. My life was rough, my body was hard and big, my touch most likely aggressive. It would be difficult to control, for I wanted her readily enough, especially the way she was ogling my chest. My body, my cock, was primed and ready to sink into her. She would be tight and hot, and I would ensure that she was wet and eager for me.
She stood before me at a pace so obscenely slow it took all my willpower not to reach out and grab her. "We're practically strangers," she said.
"That is about to change." Finally, I put my hands on her hips, her body warm and lush beneath my palms, pulling her into the space between my wide set knees. Her covered breasts were in direct alignment with my eyes and I stifled a groan at how, if I just lifted a hand, I could cup one soft globe and test it's weight.
"Here? In a brothel?" she asked, looking around. It was a whore's bedroom, not the perfect place for our wedding night, but I was not waiting another minute to get my hands on her.
"Definitely here. When I make you scream your pleasure, no one will care."
"Wiley," she replied, her cheeks flushing prettily. Oh, she was definitely a virgin.
The sound of my name in her soft voice was very appealing. I took her small hands in mine and brought them to my chest. "Don't lose all that boldness now, sweetheart. Touch me."
Her gaze flicked up from our merged hands to meet my eyes. I saw trepidation and curiosity in the green depths. She licked her lips and this time, I did groan. I couldn't help the sound from escaping. Nor could I help it when I put my mouth on hers. Her lips were soft and plump and unmoving. A sound of surprise came from the back of her throat. When she parted her lips, I took advantage and my tongue slipped past. Sliding one hand up her back, I cupped the nape of her neck and tilted her head to kiss her more deeply. I pulled back, just enough to talk.
"Kiss me back, sweetheart."
I kissed the corner of her mouth, across her lower lip to the other side. Her breath was warm, her taste sweet. "I...I don't know how."
"Just do what feels pleasing to you." I kissed her again, and this time she was a little bolder, her tongue meeting mine for the first time. It was hard to go slowly, to not plunder, but soon I could. Soon.
I kissed her and I kissed her until I felt her body relax, felt the muscles shift from tense to lax, her fingers pressing into my chest.
"Touch me, Piper," I said again. This time my voice was rough with need.
"I am," she replied breathily.
I shook my head slowly, took hold of her hands and moved them over my chest, my flat nipples, down over my belly and back.
Although her fingers were slow, she complied. The feel of her small hands on me had my cock pressing painfully against my pants.