Chapter One Hundred and thirty three

*Mature content!*

He placed kisses on every part of me and slightly dug his fingers into my vagina before letting me taste myself, heightening the sexual desire in me.

He teased me with his clothed cock rubbing slightly on my throbbing pussy.

My teeth held on to my lower lip fighting the urge to scream.

"Baby, don't tease me." I finally said, growing needier by the minute.

"Tell me what you want." He said before replacing his mouth on my breasts, teasing my nipples with his tongue.

"I want you!" I cried out wiggling my hips around his cock.

"Are you sure?" His muttering vibrated in the valley between my breasts sending goosebumps on a rampage all over me.

"Yes dammit! I'm sure!" I said in frustration. Why was he punishing me?

He chuckled deeply.

"As her majesty wishes." He said holding on to the waistband of his shorts.

He set his member free and my breath hitched at the size staring at me in the face.

My confidence wavered and I gulped.

"Damien," I called out, drawing back a little bit.

"I'm, I'm a-" I stuttered.

"A virgin, I know babe." He completed.

Was it that obvious?

"I promise I'll be gentle." He said, dropping a reassuring kiss on my lips before spreading my legs apart once again, making me lay down flat.

"This might hurt a little bit. Shut your eyes and it'll be over in no time." He rasped.

His left fingers intertwined with my right ones, pinning it to a pillow next to my head. My eyes followed our intertwined ones staring at it for a few seconds before turning my attention back to him.

He guided it to my entrance and I felt the head poking at my folds. I shut my eyes immediately.

Sharp searing pain soon stabbed at my insides and I screamed, the loudest I've done in a long time. It felt like a poniard ripped right through my belly. The pain was so excruciating, I didn't realize how hard my fingernails dug into his back until I heard him groan. I opened my eyes and saw his concerned grey orbs staring down at me.

He wiped my eyes of the tears that had flowed down then he kissed the back of my palm.

"I'm so sorry babe. I'll pull out if that's what you want." He offered, worriedly caressing my tear stained cheeks.

I shook my head.

"No. Just give me some time to adjust." I hoarsely said.

It took several seconds of discomfort, before I gave him the go-ahead to move.

Muni Long's Hrs and Hrs, came on just then and the song fit in perfectly at that point.

He went in slowly and almost fully came out before going back in again. It continued like this for a few minutes until I got comfortable and was beginning to enjoy the novelty of the feeling of his strokes.

"Hmm." I bit on my lower lip when he thrusted a little deeper.

"You're so tight." He said kissing my lips as his pace increased just a little bit.

Our foreheads joined together as our hips moved in sync with each other.

"I love you." He panted.

"I love you too. Oh fuck!" I said in the middle of a loud moan as he hit my G-spot.

"Sure you're okay?" He asked in concern.

"Yes! Don't stop, please don't stop." I gasped out.

"Whatever you say."

Slow and steady he thrusted in and out of me, dropping kisses on my neck and lips as he moved.

This wasn't just sex, Damien was making love to me. He took care of every part of me. I hoped every girl had their first time like this cause this was amazing.

I didn't want it to end but soon I felt another orgasm coming on cause he squeezed on my boobs as he thrust deeply and he came soon after, spilling all his seed inside me.

I moaned when I felt him pull out of me, now flaccid.

"I love you."

That was the last thing I heard before falling into a deep slumber

***

"Wakey wakey sleepy head."

My vision was blurred up as I opened my eyes. The room was still dimly lit, thankfully. The rays of sunshine could have burned me pupils if otherwise.

"Morning babe." I heard his deep voice as I my eyes settled on him seated next to my sleepy body sprawled on the bed, wrapped in a thick blanket.

"Morning." I groggily responded, running my fingers through my hair as I sniffled.

He leaned closer to kiss me but I drew back.

"Eww morning breath." I covered my mouth with the back of my palm, denying him access to steal a kiss.

"I don't care." He pushed my hand aside and kissed me deeply.

"How was your sleep?" He asked still hovering over my face.

"It was good."

"I prepared a bath for you, after that, you can have breakfast."

My nostrils took in the scent of toast.

"You made breakfast?"

"What? You know I can't cook to save my life, I ordered it." He laughed.

"Oh okay."

Phew! I was worried for a second.

I tried getting up but the soreness between my thighs had me hissing in pain.

"Lemme help you up."

He rushed to the other side and picked me up like a feather, throwing the blanket that covered me off my body.

I scrambled for a covering but he just carried me towards the bathroom.

"I already saw everything last night babe, there's nothing to hide." He smirked.

I blushed as I reminisced on the happenings of the previous night.

"There's some epsom salt in the water to help you with the soreness." He commented as he placed me in the bathtub. I nodded.

"Thank you." I said gently.

"Do you need my help with anything else?" He asked after handing me my loofah and bath shampoo.

"No I'm good." I said, soaking myself further into the tub while he left me to do my thing.

I looked up at the ceiling viewing the intricate patterns that decorated it's otherwise white form.

Consummating my marriage with Damien was a huge step and though I was glad that I had finally garnered courage to take it, I was worried that he wouldn't see me in the same light. It felt like things were about to change now that my innocence was out of the way. Like the innocuous string holding us to each other was bending towards another direction.

I didn't know if this was a good thing or not. I loved him of course, but I didn't know if I no longer held the same value as I did before the sex.

I stopped my train of thoughts abruptly.

It was wrong of me to doubt my husband like that. And, lots of people had sex all the time, why was I fussing so much over something that's absolutely normal?

"Stop overthinking Ariana." I warned myself.

I came out and saw that he was removing the bloodstained sheets to put it in the laundry bag.

I breathed out. I did the right thing, I know I did.

***

"Here babe." He handed over two tablets to me with a glass of water. We had just had breakfast after my bath and were still seated at the table.

"What's this?" I asked staring at the pills in my hand strangely.

"They're morning-after pills." He informed.

I didn't need anyone to explain further what they were used for. I solemnly swallowed the pills, unable to fight the sullen feeling that came with fact that slapped me hard on the face.

"You planned every single detail." I commented.

Including the pills, I wanted to add but held my tongue back by biting on it.

"Yeah. I wanted everything to be perfect." He smiled.

"Hmm." I sighed. I was too scared to pursue the topic of kids because it was way too soon for that, and I didn't want an argument.

"Did you like it?" He asked.

"I did, I love how much effort you put into making my first time so special." I said truthfully.

"I'm glad. Relieved in fact." He released a dramatic sigh that made me giggle.

"Still sore?" His eyes ran over my face.

"Just a little bit." I said.

"You'll be alright in no time." He said, pecking my forehead.

"How did I do?" I wrung my fingers together, looking down at my thighs.

" You were amazing babe."