Chapter Eleven
If the fates swooped down and took her, she would be more than happy to go with them. She’d never felt so relaxed and happy. Tony lay at her side, an arm across her waist. Her stomach was wet from his release. She didn’t know why he’d pulled out at the last minute. Opal looked up at the ceiling.
I’m no longer a virgin.
She had given herself to her husband.
“Stay here,” he said. Tony kissed her on the lips. Then he got out of the bed and left the room. She heard the door to the bathroom opening. He came back with a wash cloth.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“I’ve never been with a virgin before, but I know about what needs to happen.” He opened her legs. Opal looked down and saw a small smattering of blood.
Embarrassed, she tried to close her legs.
“Don’t hide from me, Petal. I want to do this.”
“You don’t have to. I can go to the bathroom and take a quick shower.”
“No. You gave me the gift of your virginity. I’m going to complete it the way I should have done on our wedding night,” he said. He opened her legs, and he pressed the cool damp wash cloth against her sore flesh. The moment the cold hit her, she winced, becoming aware of the niggle of pain. “Are you all right?” he asked.
“Yes. I guess I shouldn’t have told you I wouldn’t break,” she said.
He smiled. She let him clean her, rather liking the extra attention she was getting. “I love you,” she said again.
She knew he wouldn’t say it. Even after everything they’d shared, he wouldn’t bring himself to say the words.
Could he love a girl like you?
Biting her lip, she lay back on the pillows as the insecurities she’d tried for so long to keep at bay began to make their presence known. She would never be a beauty like Rita Brooke.
He left again. While he went, she reached for a gown suddenly feeling exposed.
“Don’t put it on,” he said the moment he entered the room.
“Why?”
“I want to hold you.”
Tony took the gown from her fingers and helped her back into bed.
She lay down. His hands wrapped round her waist as he dragged her across the bed. Staring into the darkness, she couldn’t figure out why she felt so alone. She’d given herself to her husband, had felt closer to him than any other time in her life. Why did she feel ... so ... empty?
He kissed her neck. “Thank you for giving yourself to me,” he said.
There was no point responding. She loved him and would give him anything. Losing her virginity to him had already been a foregone conclusion to her. She felt him fall asleep while she stared at nothing until the sun came up.
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Tony woke to an empty bed and the sound of plates moving. The sun shone onto his body. He moaned when he saw the time was before seven in the morning.
Not bothering with clothes, he walked down the stairs. Opal was on her knees picking up the mess he’d made last night.
He took the time to admire her. She didn’t know he was watching, and he was free to take in every delightful curve of her body. The gown with the light did nothing to hide her body. He sent a thank you to the women who’d made such an exquisite gown. She moved, and his gaze was held captive by the sway of her full ass.
Last night came to him, in a rush of blissful memories. The tightness of her cunt and the sweetness of her smile.
“Hello, beautiful,” he said.
She froze and turned to him. “I didn’t hear you get up.”
“Well, you were being so quiet I thought I might join you.”
“I’m sorry,” she said. Her words stopped as he walked down the stairs. “Don’t you want to wear some clothes?”
“Why?” He walked over to her, cupped her hips and bought her against his body. Her large tits pressed to his chest. “I’m in privacy with my wife. On our delayed honeymoon. I don’t see the need for clothes.” As he spoke he untied the sash of her robe. He pushed it off her shoulders and watched as it fell to the floor. “This is how I want to see you.” He weighed her breasts in his hands. “Naked, ready and waiting for me.” Tony kissed a path from her lips down to her collarbone. He took a nipple between his lips and sucked.
Opal moaned. The sound was like heaven for him to hear first thing in the morning. “Are you sore?” he asked.
“No,” she said.
“Good.” He wouldn’t make it up to the bedroom. Tony lifted her up against the nearest wall. “I need you now.” Opal wrapped her legs around his waist as he took his throbbing cock and pushed inside her body.
“You’re still so tight,” he growled. However, she was dripping wet, and he used her juice to lubricate his cock and slide back inside her. Her hands held him, and he never wanted her to let go. He would be more than content to end his days with Opal in his arms. “That’s it. Hold onto me.”
He moved in and out of her, building up the pleasure. “Touch yourself.”
Tony used one of his hands to grab her hand. He sucked her fingers, then pressed them to her clit. “I want to feel your cum around my dick.”
Her eyes glazed over within minutes. Tony made sure to bump her hand against her clitoris to give her more stimulation. Usually he could go on for hours, pumping and grinding. With Opal he couldn’t last two minutes. He held on as he felt her scream out. Her cunt tightened around him, and he felt the rush of her release over his shaft.
He pummelled inside her burying his face in her neck as his climax burst out of him. This time he didn’t think to pull away. He let the need to make her his wash over him.
“Will it always be like this?” she asked as he put her on the floor. His heart was pounding, and his arms ached from holding her up.
“I’ve never felt this way with another woman,” he said.
“Really?”
Tony glanced up. He saw she didn’t believe him, and he chuckled at the absurdity of her not believing him. “I swear, I’ve never felt like this with anyone.”
“But you’ve been with other women.”
“They’re not you, Petal.”
She smiled, and he felt his whole world turn on its axis.
“Why do you call me ‘Petal’?” she asked.
Now he felt like a love-sick wimp. He ran his fingers through his hair. “Do you want to know?”
“I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t.”
“Because a petal is on every flower, and every flower reminds me of you. Everywhere I go, I’ll never forget you,” he said. To his own ears it sounded corny. The truth was he’d seen her wearing flowers in her hair, much like on that blasted wedding day, and for the first time in his life he’d seen something good and pure. Opal was his one salvation. The one whom he knew would never hurt another person.
“That’s really sweet. I’ve been called many things but never something that reminded them of a flower.”
He smiled. “Petals are beautiful, and the main reason people pick a flower is based on the beauty of the petals. You’re beautiful to me. Always have been and always will be.”