She closed her eyes as his tongue licked the tip before sucking it into her mouth. Harper grabbed onto the counter behind her, trying to find something to keep her balance.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said, blowing over the wet tip.
He used his teeth, nibbling on her breast.
His other hand had left her hair, and had exposed her other breast. Unable to stop herself, she looked down at her naked chest, seeing his mouth latch onto her nipples.
“You have the nicest tits I’ve ever seen.” He trailed his tongue between the valley of her breasts, flicking his tongue over each nipple. “Do you know what you do to me?”
“No.”
He stood up, taking hold of her hand, and pressing it against his dick. The pants he wore were tight across his dick as it filled with blood.
“Wow.”
“I want you so damn badly.”
She kept her hand against him even as he touched her hips. Suddenly, he moved, and his jacket was gone, followed by his shirt. Her own shirt rested against her hips.
Harper wasn’t afraid. Abel wouldn’t hurt her. She was sure of that.
The moment they touched, she heard him groan. “I never knew it could be like this,” he said.
“You’ve been with a lot of women.”
“None of them are you. This, this is heaven, and the others, were just hell waiting for you.”
He kissed her shoulder. Releasing his cock, she wrapped her arms around him, holding him close. Abel felt good.
“I’m wet.” She buried her head against his neck.
“Would you like me to make you feel good?” he asked.
“We’re married, Abel.” She chuckled at how ridiculous she was being. This was the man she had married. The man she had bound her entire future to. She liked his family, and they were good people. “You can do whatever the hell you like.”
Taking a chance won’t get you hurt.
He wants you.
You want him.
This is your honeymoon.
Why are you holding back?
Fear always held her back. She was always waiting for something bad to happen, even though nothing ever did. Her family prepared her. She could take care of herself, and right now being with Abel, it wasn’t wrong.
Abel claimed her lips. At the same time, he shoved the skirt and shirt she wore down to the ground. He’d never seen her naked before. All of her curves and cellulite were on full display.
“I’m not like other women you’ve been with,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Baby, do you see me having a problem with your body? I want you. We’re not going to fuck today. I’m going to show you how good I can be, even without being inside you.”
Every chance he had, Abel continued to surprise her.
He was never in a rush, always taking his time, relishing what he had.
She had to stop being afraid, and show him the trust he truly deserved. Abel wasn’t lying to her, or hurting her. He was proving that sometimes taking risks really did pay off.