“I am stuffed,” I said, flicking a fry onto my plate because I couldn’t face eating anymore. I leaned back and ran a hand over my belly.

“For a skinny girl, you can certainly pack it away.” Sam wiped his mouth with a napkin, then scrunched it up and dropped it on his room service tray. “I can’t eat any more either.”

“Want to compare food babies?” I asked, leaning back on the bed against the pillows, lifting my top enough so my stomach poked out. I’d since pulled on a pair of pink cotton panties, my blue-checked sleep shorts and a white singlet. I’d skipped the bra because the top had one of those shelf bras in it and I didn’t need the support.

“Is the pope Catholic?” He grinned and slid up to me, placing his hips next to mine. He was only wearing a pair of burgundy boxers and briefs. I didn’t think it was normal to wear briefs under boxers, but my guess was that if he didn’t wear the briefs, that third leg he had going on would constantly hang out the bottom.

“I think mine is bigger,” I said, pushing my stomach up so it was as round as possible.

“Nope, I totally win this one. Your little pot has nothing on this keg.” Filling his stomach with air, he pushed it high enough that mine was but a hill to his mountain.

“That’s cheating.”

“Let out your breath and then tell me you weren’t doing exactly the same thing.” Rolling onto his side, he laid a warm hand over my belly, sending a thousand little zings all through me. I sighed from his touch and my stomach deflated. “I knew it.” He chuckled, his fingers moving lightly against my skin.

It felt amazing to be touched. I turned my head to face him. “Will you kiss me, Sam?”

I didn’t need to ask twice. His mouth tasted mine, gentle lips and probing tongue. Then I let out the tiniest moan, which caused him to groan and deepen our connection, his tongue diving farther, his hand sliding to my hip and gripping tighter, pulling me flush against him.

With my fingers in his hair, I responded as best I knew how. I was eager, perhaps too eager, because when those endorphins kicked in, I couldn’t stop myself from making all these crazy-sounding noises or from rubbing my body against his. He groaned back and slid his hand beneath my top, fingers pressing into my back like he was trying to bring me even closer.

I rolled my hips.

“Peaches.” The word came out as a moan, and it sounded like a good kind of moan, so I did it again. He was so hard, and I wasn’t talking about his muscles. I could feel him pressing against my thigh. I liked that I was doing this to him. “Jesus,” he groaned, his hands going back to my hips and digging in a little. It kind of hurt, but in a good way. The slight pain felt like his answer to the aching need that was building inside of me. Why haven’t I been making out with guys all my life? This is amazing and so much better than that drunken moment ten years ago.

Which was when it hit me: it wouldn’t have felt this way with anyone else. It felt this way because there was something special about the man I was with. Simply put, he felt right.

“I want more,” I gasped, hooking my leg over his and rocking myself against him. I needed some sort of pressure to ease the throbbing need I was experiencing.

He hummed in this really sexy way, then rolled onto his back, bringing me with him. I spread my legs wide, straddling him while our mouths stayed joined, moving, licking, sucking and nibbling. I didn’t want to stop kissing him. He tasted so good that I thought I’d rather die than be forced to stop.

“Ohhh,” I moaned when he positioned my hips so his hard length was pressed perfectly against my ache. He reached up and slid his fingers into my hair, brushing it back from my face as he held me still then looked into my eyes. He rolled his hips. My eyes lost focus and my mouth fell open. “More.” I placed my palms on his chest and ground myself against him, his long shaft feeling so good against that empty yearning. I couldn’t stop myself from moving, needing the friction so desperately.

“That’s it, peaches. Take what you need from me. Let yourself go.”

There was this insane kind of feeling going on in my head, like a thick cloud of desperation driving my movement, urging me to grind against him, faster, harder, until…

“Holy fuck!” My entire body shook, an explosion occurring between my legs as whimpers leapt out of my throat. For some reason, my breasts ached, and I couldn’t stop myself from grabbing them and arching my back while my hips rocked and rocked until the spasms in my core turned into tiny euphoric waves. A warm and fuzzy feeling buzzed all over my skin as a dopey smile curled my lips.

Then I opened my eyes and reality set in.

“Oh my God,” I gasped, releasing my breasts and scrambling off Sam’s lap. “What the hell was that?” I was so embarrassed. It was the first time we’d made out, and I’d just dry humped him and grabbed my tits. What did he think of me?

“That,” he said with a grin before he sucked gently on my lower lip, “was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Really?” It didn’t feel hot in the aftermath. It felt out of control and over the top.

He pulled at his bottom lip with his teeth and nodded. “Incredibly hot. Watching you lose control like that. Mmm, it was a beautiful thing to witness. Was that your first orgasm, or have you—”

“Masturbated? No. No way. I never….” My eyes were wide as I shook my head. Then I met his eyes and a smile spread over my lips. “I had an orgasm.” A sudden giggle burst past my lips, and I covered my mouth with my hand.

“Yeah you did. It was so hot I almost blew in my pants watching you.”

“You mean you didn’t have one too?” The idea shocked me. I thought guys always had one. Did that mean I’d done something wrong?

Sliding his hand into my hair, he pulled me closer so he could kiss me. “Let’s just focus on you for now. I can wait.”

“But that doesn’t seem fair. Don’t you want to… finish too?”

He ran his fingers through my hair. “Sometimes the reward is in the build-up.”

“If you say so. But I don’t want to be one of those selfish lovers. I’ve heard about them, and I want to give just as much as I receive.”

It was a dead serious comment, but for some reason Sam found it the funniest thing. He laughed and gathered me in his arms, kissing my head before telling me to get some rest.

His breathing seemed to even out fairly quickly, but I couldn’t quite relax while lying in bed with my head and hands resting against the most divine-looking chest I’d ever seen. I wriggled against him, trying to get comfortable while also trying not to let my hand wander down, down his chest and to his boxer area. I wanted to know if he was still hard or if it would still go down even if he didn’t come, and it was making my hand itch with curiosity.

“Sleep,” he commanded when I wouldn’t stop wriggling.

So I closed my eyes and tried my best to do just that. But I couldn’t. I could only think about the hot hard male lying next to me, and the gentle throbbing taking place between my thighs.

“Sam?”

“Yes, peaches?”

“Will you kiss me again?”

When he didn’t answer right away, I grew a little worried, but then I noticed the sheet lift right above his crotch and I knew. There wasn’t going to be much sleeping tonight.

* * *

“I’m ready,” I rasped, my body aching so delectably that I couldn’t stand it anymore.

Sam paused his tongue’s torture of my nipple, but his fingers continued moving inside me. It felt so good. I wanted more, more, more.

“Not yet.”

“Please. I want to.” I moved my hips against his hand, a night filled with orgasm after orgasm having left me feeling greedy. I knew there was something I was missing, and I wanted it. Now. I didn’t want to be patient. I’d been patient all my life.

His mouth returned to my nipple as he added an extra finger, pushing a little deeper, stretching me a little farther. He made a soft rumble in his throat that sounded like pleasure, and I loved that something we did elicited such a response.

I moved against his hand, whimpering and gasping. My lady parts had never known such attention. I felt like an addict, each orgasm spiralling me closer to obsession.

Then he pressed this part inside me that caused my eyes to roll back in my head. “Oh yes.” It turned out that I was quite vocal too. Sam seemed to like it; he made that rumbling noise a lot when I told him what I wanted. He even asked me questions to keep me talking.

“You like that?”

I nodded. “I do.”

“How about this?”

I felt myself stretching more as it seemed like he was adding yet another finger and massaging my internal walls with firmer strokes. The aching was sublime.

My hands flew down and wrapped around his wrist. “Oh, God, yes!”

His mouth captured mine, my cries of ecstasy muffled in the kiss that started aggressive then became tender as the tremors subsided. I’d lost count of how many orgasms I’d received.

“I love making you come,” Sam whispered against my lips. “I adore that I’m the only man who’s ever made you moan and writhe under my touch.”

“When do I get to be the one to make you come?” He had so far seen and explored almost every part of me, yet he remained in his boxers. I didn’t think that was fair.

He grinned and kissed me some more. “So impatient.” Kiss. “So curious.” Suck. “So insatiable.” Nibble. “You still want more?”

“Yes.” I slid my hands down his back, dragging my nails over his flesh before pausing at his waist, tucking my fingers beneath the cotton. “I want to see it. I want to feel it, and….” I felt a little nervous saying the next part.

“And?”

“I want to taste it.”

He inhaled deeply, his breath shaking as though he was struggling with his control.

“Please, Sam. I want to do it all. I want to know what it’s like to have you inside me.” I moved my hand to the front of his boxers and boldly massaged his hard length.

“Oh, peaches. You know what you do to me. I’ve been showing you how much I want you all night.”

“Then take me. Please. I want it all. I don’t want to wait.”

Pulling back, he looked deep in my eyes. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t. You said it yourself, I’ll stretch, right?”

“Yes, but it’s your first time. It’s going to hurt no matter what.”

“I know, but I want it. I want to feel my husband inside me.”

He dropped his forehead against mine and drew another ragged breath. “Your husband,” he repeated, testing the word out on his tongue like a foreign dialect. “Say it again.”

I rolled my body beneath him, speaking in gasps. “I want to feel my husband inside me. I want you to make me yours.”

“Mine,” he said. “Only mine.”

“Yes,” I whispered, pulling him closer. “My first. My only.”

He released a moan as he sat back and hooked his fingers into the waistband of his boxers. “If it gets too much, you say stop and I’ll stop, OK?”

“OK.” Nervous and excited butterflies flapped about in my stomach and fluttered in my chest. This was it. The moment I’d been waiting for. I felt no fear over his size anymore; his expert touch had seen to it that I was relaxed beyond words. Now I was desperate to please him.

“Look how excited you are.” He chuckled as he stepped off the bed and pushed his boxers and briefs to the floor. When he stood back up, his cock stood proudly with him. And I couldn’t help myself, I licked my lips. “That’s a better reaction than when you saw it earlier.”

“That’s because I was shocked last time. This time I knew what to expect.”

He placed a knee back on the bed. “I like this reaction much better.”

As he knelt before me, I met him in the same position, our naked bodies pressing together as we kissed.

“Tell me what you want,” he said.

“I want to touch you,” I whispered against his lips.

“Then touch me.”

He groaned as I slid my hands down his chest, lower, lower. I felt his stomach jolt beneath my fingers, heard his breath catch as I stroked lightly up his shaft, then saw his cock jump when I wrapped my hand around its girth. My fingers barely touched it.

“Is this OK?” I asked, moving my hand up and down.

“It’s more than OK.” His voice was thick, his eyelids looking heavy.

Leaning down, I inspected his long, thick member. It kind of reminded me of an eyeless worm, but a massive one like those sand worms from Dune. I was fascinated.

“Can I lick it?” There was a small bead of arousal on his tip, and I really wanted to know what it tasted like.

“As long as you don’t try to break it or bite it, you can do anything you like.”

With my eyes on his, I held his dick in my hand as I gave it a long, slow lick right over the swollen head. It tasted salty, like kissing him in the ocean had.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

It was the first time he’d said that. He’d called me gorgeous, but it had felt more like a comment on my personality than how I appeared in his eyes. But in that moment, as his fingers caressed the side of my face, I felt as though he really meant it. I felt like he saw something in me I’d never known existed. Beauty.

I smiled then licked his tip again, sucking a little before I parted my lips as wide as I could and took him in my mouth. I’d barely gotten past that ridged part where the helmet became the shaft when his fingers tightened in my hair and he hissed, “Stop,” through his teeth.

“Did I do something wrong?” I asked, releasing him immediately.

He shook his head, then climbed over me until I lay back beneath him. “Not a thing. You’re perfect.” He sucked my lip. “I just won’t last long that way. If I’m going to come, I want it to be inside my wife.”

A huge grin spread across my face, and I shifted my legs so I could open them for him. He’d called me his wife. “I want that too.”

With his eyes locked on mine, he reached between us and ran his tip against my seam. I was finally going to understand what all the fuss was about. Foreplay had been amazing, but this—him inside me—was what I’d been waiting for. I was more than ready.

“Relax. I’ll go slow, and we can stop at any time,” he assured me.

Releasing a slow breath, I nodded and placed my hands against his firm chest. “I trust you.” I could feel his heart raging beneath his skin. Could he possibly be as nervous as me?

I felt him push in slightly. I sucked in my breath with the accompanying burn. He was so big. I felt too tight.

“You OK?” He stilled and I realised that my nails were digging into his skin. I willed myself to relax, then nodded.

“I’m OK.”

He pushed a little more and I felt myself stretching, and stretching. The burn was a little less, but it was still there, along with this wonderful feeling that I didn’t know how to describe yet. All I knew for sure was that I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted him to push farther, deeper.

“More,” I gasped.

He pushed again, and a sudden piercing pain flashed, then burned. I cried out. What the hell? He stopped moving and leaned down to kiss me, slowly, softly, a hand caressing my face while the other kept him braced above me.

“I’m sorry. Do you want me to stop?” His voice was almost a whisper, filled with concern as well as desire and his strained control.

“Cartwrights don’t apologise,” I gasped, causing him to chuckle lightly, breathlessly. “Don’t stop. I want you to keep going.”

His push was torturously slow, giving my body the time it needed to fully adjust both to his length and his girth. It was a strange sensation, uncomfortable and indescribably good all at once, with my body aching for more still. The moment he moved back and forth a touch, I knew it was friction I was craving.

“Yes,” I said with a shaky voice, clinging to him while doing my best not to clench around him.

He moved a little more and I moaned, the burn becoming a memory, taken over by a wonderful pressure that built with each languid stroke of his cock against my insides.

“I don’t know how long I can last,” he ground out. “You feel so fucking amazing.”

“So do you,” I gasped. “Oh God, so do you.” I moved my hands across his chest, resting them on his arms as I looked into the eyes of the man who was connected to my body in the most pure and carnal way a man and woman could join. One flesh.

As he moved inside me, I couldn’t escape the teachings instilled in me from a young age, that marriage was sacred and the most intimate of all human relationships, uniting a man and a woman with a promise and then a consummation where they became one flesh, a new kinship forming from the most intimate of human bonds. For the first time in my adult life, I was glad I’d waited, glad I’d kept my virginity for this one perfect moment. I could feel myself changing, opening for him, bonding to him. He was my new reality.

“The things I want to do to your body, peaches,” he grunted, his hot breath washing over my skin as his mouth moved along my collarbone, trailing up my neck. “But you’re so sweet and innocent. So sweet.”

When his hips ground against me and his cock pressed a little deeper, I gasped and arched my back. I didn’t feel so innocent anymore. Despite my romantic thoughts, my body was full of wanton craving.

“I don’t want to be sweet,” I said, words mere gasps and whispers. “I don’t want to be innocent either. I want you to take me, Sam. Do all the dirty things to me you imagine. I want it. Please, make me dirty. So dirty.”

“Fucking hell,” he groaned, pistoning his hips. In and out, in and out. “You are so fucking hot. I can’t hold on.”

Neither could I. The pressure built and built. I felt set to explode.

“Oh God. Sam.” My fingers dug into his arms.

“Alesha.”

He said my name as a sigh and then shuddered over me, his hips continuing to move until I did the same, my internal muscles gripping him tight and causing him to hiss and shudder some more.

Staying inside me, he kissed me languidly until the pulsing in our connection subsided. Then he ran a hand over my hair. “You are amazing. Brilliant. Sexy.”

I grinned. “You weren’t so bad yourself.”

“I barely made it past the first couple of strokes. That dirty stuff is going to have to wait for another time.”

I blushed a little as the words I’d spoken in the throes of ecstasy returned to me. “I may have gotten a little carried away with the talking.”

His fingers gripped my hip and squeezed. “Oh no, peaches, don’t you take it back. I have every intention of turning you into a very dirty girl.”

Placing my hands over my face, I couldn’t suppress my giggle. Talking about that now that the lust haze had cleared felt a little like teasing. I met his eyes. “Stop. You can’t tease me over the things I say when you’re balls deep inside me.”

“You mean like I am now?” He wriggled his hips a little, grinning.

“Yes. And any time we’re naked. I can’t be held responsible for what comes out of my mouth.”

With a hum, he took my mouth in his. “I love the things you say when you’re naked. They’re pure and true, just like you are.”

“They just pop out. I feel silly for saying them.”

“Don’t. It’s hot. I love it. And I’m really going to enjoy making you my dirty girl.” He grinned and tickled my side lightly until I giggled and squirmed. Then he kissed me, caressing the side of my face. “Are you OK?”

I released a contented sigh and nodded. “I’m more than OK.” I smiled, running my hand down his chest. “I’m actually kind of perfect.”