Richard stepped out of the bathroom. His nude, muscular body was like a fine piece of art that had been chiseled out of marble. Every muscle, every sinew was tight and rippling with tiny beads of perspiration. He stood there staring, like a hunter stalking his prey. But the prey had already given up. It was terrified and waiting for whatever the hunter wanted to do to it. There was no chance for escape.

But this prey did not want to escape.

Angela licked her lips and readied herself as Richard walked slowly towards her. His body glistened under the dim lights in the honeymoon suite of the luxury resort that Richard had picked as the first stop on their honeymoon in Cabo San Lucas.

It had all been so perfect. Their amazing, blissful wedding had just wrapped up about five hours ago. Their families and friends had all been there as well as a ton of press and paparazzi, all aching to get the first photograph of the newly married power couple that was about to take Hollywood by storm.

Everything had been exactly the way she imagined it. They had an underwater theme that was supposed to be an enchantment in the Lost City of Atlantis, which they had both always been intrigued by. A lifelike replica of the titanic had been built for them as well. It was not a real boat, but it looked better than the one in the movie in Angela’s opinion.

And Naomi was her maid of honor. She looked amazing, as did Natalie, Rachel, and her cousin Shelby who rounded out her stable of bridesmaids. It was difficult to think that it had actually been six months since Naomi had almost killed herself. But since then everything had been wonderful. Richard’s relationship had never been stronger between him and his daughter and it melted Angela’s heart to see how happy they were. And Naomi was thrilled beyond belief about the wedding; more and more as the big day approached. It was going to be weird to be her lifelong best friend’s stepmother, but Angela had a feeling they would move past it soon enough.

And now it was time. It was time for Angela to experience the night she had been waiting for all of her life. She was nervous, anxious and scared, but excited. All those feelings were rolled into one. It felt like she was having a coronary every five minutes and was waiting for the big one, but she combatted those with an artillery of heavy breathing.

Richard climbed onto the foot of the bed. He moved slowly closer to her. She could plainly see his rock hard member standing straight up in the air, ready to penetrate her sweet wetness. She wanted him so badly. She had wanted him for so long and now it was actually going to happen—it almost seemed surreal. It was like a dream she had had so many times that she was not sure if this was real or just the dream. Or maybe if you had the same dream too many times it eventually became real.

Richard kissed her softly on the lips as his hands grabbed each side of her hips, massaging slightly and gripping them tenderly. The lust in her loins began to intensify as he kissed her harder, the passion spewing from his soft lips. She was not sure how much longer she could wait. She was so wet.

A moment ago she had been chilly, lying naked on the bed. It felt more natural for her to be naked when he came out of the bathroom. He had taken a look at her and smiled that devilish grin of his that made her swoon and she had seen out of her peripheral how he became bigger and harder just at the sight of her.

“Are you ready, baby?” Richard asked.

Angela took a deep breath, “Yes.”

Richard smiled as he maneuvered between her legs slowly. She could feel him at the base of her opening, ready to push forward and thrust inside of her. She was aching for him so hard. She needed him in every possible way. How was it that she was able to desire someone so completely?

Angela braced herself as Richard slowly slid between the tight slit between her legs. He was large and thick, but he inched himself in nice and easy. She felt a sharp pain as her virginity dissipated, never to be seen again, but it was over quickly. It was almost as if Richard knew just how to treat her, knowing it was her first time. She felt so safe with him. She knew that he would always treat her right and keep her safe from every kind of harm. She loved Richard more than she had ever imagined was possible.

He was all the way inside of her now. He felt so tight inside of her aching walls. It felt like a perfect fit and as he started to move slowly in and out of her she could not help but gasp at the intense pleasure she began to feel. It was like every single cell in her pelvic area was a sensor of pleasure and it was sending shockwaves of lust and desire echoing throughout her whole body.

She wanted it faster and harder. Angela wrapped her legs around Richard’s tight waist and began to hump in rhythm to his thrusting, letting him get deeper and deeper inside of her. He was stretching her to her maximum capacity and still she wanted more somehow.

Her throat began to groan and growl independently. She could not hold back the moans of exquisite pleasure that she was feeling. It was more than words could say.

She could feel Richard’s hard manhood getting thicker still and harder as she pushed it deeper and deeper into her, scraping every inch of her inside.

The pressure was building from deep inside of her. It was as if all of the sensors of pleasure were connecting together to form one hugely intense ball of pleasure and energy. She knew that something was going to blow soon, but she did not want this to stop. It was an orgasm. She knew it a split second before she felt it release.

The pleasure shook her entire body, as her wet mound grabbed hard onto Richard’s member and began to grope it, sliding and squeezing as they both continued to hump harder and harder.

A second later she heard Richard groan.

She could feel his hot man juice blasting inside of her with a total release of ecstasy.

They held each other tenderly and Angela could hardly believe that it had happened. Everything in her life had finally come together perfectly for her. Her first experience of physical love was even more intense than she had ever imagined it would be, but she imagined a lot of that was due to the fact that she loved Richard Kane with her whole mind, body, and soul.

“I love you, sweetie,” Richard said, echoing her own thoughts to her.

“Oh, I love you more, babe,” Angela replied.

Richard curled her closer to his chest, her head resting there hearing his heart beating rhythmically beneath. She loved to listen to his body. She loved to listen to the life force deep inside of him. It sounded like love and hope, which she had been seriously lacking in her life.

But not anymore.

She was quickly becoming one of the rising stars of the fashion industry and she was now married to the most amazing man she could have ever asked for. Sometimes though, she started feeling like she didn’t deserve it all. At times she would find herself waking up in the middle of the night sure that it was all a dream or that it was all temporary. Maybe it would all disappear soon and that would be the end of her rollercoaster ride. She saw it happen all the time. The fashion world and the entertainment world were both fickle beasts and they were all about the flavor of the week.

Who was to say that she wasn’t just this week’s flavor?

Richard Kane, that is who.

When those seeds of doubt started to plant themselves into her paranoid brain, Angela Walters-Kane just had to think about her amazing husband Richard and she could cast those thoughts aside and go on enjoying their perfect, fairytale life together.