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“They had a big day,” I smile.
I ended up being induced a week after we got engaged, and with Ivy by my side and Rafael literally catching the babies, they were born six minutes apart, screaming and perfect.
A week later, his dad flew in to meet his grandchildren. Their relationship is changing slowly. Raf has learned a lot about himself through therapy since then, but altering his relationship with his father isn’t a switch that can be flipped. It’s been a slow process with lots of pain points, but I can see the difference it’s made with him. I still catch him trying to be the best, the most, the hardest worker, but most of the time he can catch it himself before I have to say anything. And if I do, I’m all too happy to remind him that he is already enough and worthy of love no matter what.
I’m really fucking proud of him.
“Okay, off with you two,” Ana whispers, gently pushing us to the door. “Go make me more grand babies.”
We both step out of the room quietly chuckling. “I don’t know, I think I’m confused about the mechanics,” Raf says.
“Yeah, me too,” I say. “Do you have a pamphlet or something?”
She rolls her eyes and starts to shut the door. “You’re both smart. You’ll figure it out.”
Rafael picks me up like the bride I am, and we make our way to the suite at the end of the hall. “This is giving me ideas,” I smirk, waggling my eyebrows as we enter our room.
“Oh yeah? Like what Mrs. Jimenez?”
“Like I’m your virgin bride and this is an arranged marriage.”
“Go on,” he says, setting me on my bare feet and combing his hand through my hair.
I bite my lip before continuing. “But I’ve been falling for you and your charming playboy ways.”
Goosebumps pebble everywhere as he slowly trails his fingertips down my neck, across my chest, and loops them under the thin strap of my dress. “And I’ve been fighting with myself. I don’t want to corrupt you,” he says, sliding both hands down to my hips and pushing his erection into me, “but I have to have you.”
My gaze drops from his lusty eyes, down to his exposed chest where the top three buttons of his crisp white dress shirt are undone.
He looks like pure delectable sin.
And he’s all mine.
“Turn around, Mrs. Jimenez,” he commands. When I do, he moves my hair away from my neck and kisses it, sending a bolt of lightning to my core. Then he gently pulls down my zipper and murmurs, “My beautiful virgin bride. I want to show you how much pleasure a body can have.” He lets my dress fall away to the floor, leaving me in only my white lace panties.
Then I feel him kneel behind me, his large hands skimming my backside as the tip of his nose runs across the thin fabric. “Tell me, baby. Tell me you want me too.”
“Yes,” I sigh, reaching to touch any part of him I can find. “I want you to make love to me.”
“I’m going to do a lot more than make love to you, Angel.”
My panties slip away quickly, and I’m left naked before him with my heart beating wildly.
These games we play have become a part of us. It’s not every time we have sex, but role playing, switching, and BDSM are interwoven in our intimacy. We’re both free to explore any curiosity without judgment.
He’s my slut and I’m proudly his.
Except right now I’m his inexperienced bride who needs to be taught how to take a dick.
It’s so romantic.
His lips press against the curve of my ass and his fingers dig in a little deeper, the gentle restraint starting to dissolve. “Sit on the bed, wife,” he commands. But the way he says wife—like it’s the most erotic thing he can imagine. Like if he said it one more time, he might get off from only that.
I turn and sit—pressing my thighs together in some futile way to relieve the building ache—only to watch him undress in front of me. His sleeves are already rolled up from a long night of dancing, and I fixate on the corded muscles in his forearms flex as he unbuckles himself. Before he drops his pants, he unbuttons the rest of his shirt, and I know he’s watching me like a hawk, but I can’t tear my eyes away from his deft hands.
The shirt is thrown to the floor and he finally removes his slacks and black boxer briefs. My mouth waters when he gives his massive length a few long pulls.
“Look at me, my bride. You’re going to be a good girl and put your husband’s cock in your mouth. You’re going to feel how big and hard it is so that you know exactly how much that tight little virgin pussy needs to stretch for me. Is that understood?”
