The Good Sister: Part Two

by Saint James, London

  “Then we shall stay in. What would you like?” Ashton asked.

  “Surprise me.”

  Fifteen minutes later, I was surprised as we sat in the dining room of our suite and ate like kings. Ashton ordered a Caesar salad, cream of white asparagus soup, grilled fillet of beef with potatoes, lemon meringue tarts, and chocolate brownies with fresh strawberries. We ate, kissed, ate then kissed throughout dessert, topping it off with Champagne.

  “I’m going to lose your ring. It’s too big,” I said, picking it up from the table where it had fallen. “Here.” I lifted Ashton’s hand. “Put it back on your finger.”

  Ashton slipped his ring into place on his finger, looking quite serious. “Trinity, I will buy you a ring.”

  “I’m not worried about rings, Ashton.”

  “Here,” he said taking my ring and placing it onto my left ring finger instead of my right. “I do not wish to lose your ring either.”

  “I need to go brush my teeth and freshen up,” I announced, getting up from the table.

  “My beautiful wife,” he said. A pang of pride shot through me at his words. “You need not freshen up. You are wonderful as you are.”

  I turned around, and looked at Ashton.

  “My handsome husband,” I said in what I hoped to be a sexy voice, “this is our honeymoon so let me assure you. I wish to feel your hands, your lips and your…” I glanced down at his crotch. “Oh yes, and definitely your cock on and in my body so I’m going to freshen up, take off my clothes, and wait for you to give me my wish.”

  Ashton smiled his wicked smile. “Then please, my beautiful wife.” He waved his hand in a regal manor, motioning me forward. “Proceed.”

  I spent so much time in the bathroom; Ashton probably thought I was never coming out. But it was important to look my best, so I shaved my already waxed legs two times, just to make sure, while in the shower. When I was done, I stepped out of the enclosure and stared into the mirror. I told myself to settle down. Not to be nervous about giving myself to my husband. The word, husband, sounded strange, even within my thoughts. Ashton was my husband. I was his wife. The concept hadn’t really sunk in.

  When I finally exited the space, wearing a white fluffy robe, Ashton greeted me.

  “I believe it is my turn,” he said, kissing my forehead briefly as he passed.

  He was going to make me wait.

  I paced around the suite. Picked up a French magazine and flipped rapidly through the pages, unable to read it. I placed it on the table and paced some more. Glanced at the floor. Gazed for a long moment out the balcony doors. I looked at the bed. Decided to strip off my robe, pull back the covers, and sprawl myself across it. Adjusting my naked form upon what was to become our marriage bed. I figured Ashton wouldn’t keep me waiting too long after seeing me without a stitch of clothing upon my person.

  I heard, “Bloody hell.” I looked up to see Ashton open-mouthed as he entered into the bedroom, wearing nothing but his black boxer briefs.

  “What?” I said, twirling a stray curl around my finger.

  “You have no idea how fabulous you are. Nor how much I enjoy gazing upon your body.”

  “Do you just want to look?”

  He smiled slow and sinful. “No,” he assured.

  I spread my legs, and watched his face. His eyes blazed. The color changed from white to silver with the pulse of his pupils dancing. “Touch me,” I said.

  His hands started at my ankles, ran up the length of my calves, knees, my thighs, and as soft as a whisper one hand glided over my feminine folds then retreated.

  “My dove, there are a couple of things we should discuss.”

  “You want to talk about something right now?”

  “I believe it is necessary.”

  I crossed my legs, defeated, and sat up.

  “Okay,” I said. “What would you like to discuss?”

  “You have a fabulous pout,” he said, and kissed me. I melted. He sat down beside me on the bed. “I do wish to have children—”

  “Now?”

  Ashton let out a guffaw. “No, my dove, allow me to finish.”

  “Okay.”

  “I wish to have children, but I do not wish to have them too soon. We require our time together before we make the decision to have a family.”

  “Uh huh,” I mumbled, not quite sure I was following him.

  “So I believe we should discuss our options for preventing pregnancy at this time. I can use a condom, which would be the preferred method, or I can use the rhythm method, which may not ensure against pregnancy. I would, however, suggest we look into alternatives such as the pill once we return home.”

  “Rhythm method?” I asked.

  I knew what that meant I just wanted to hear Ashton explain it in his proper British accent.

  “Yes. I would not ejaculate inside of you; I would pull out of your body when it becomes my time.” I wanted to giggle at how formal this conversation was, but I maintained and smiled. “Why are you smiling?” Ashton asked.

  “I don’t believe it will be necessary to use either method.”

  Ashton looked confused. He rubbed his thumb down the middle of his chin. “I know this will be your first time, but you can become pregnant even though you have never been with a man before.”

  “I’m on the shot to prevent pregnancy. Jacqueline was insistent I take it, saying at some point I would wish to give myself to a man, and when that time came I would not want to become pregnant so … we should be fine now and later.”

  “I see,” Ashton said.

  “Are you upset?”

  “No, my dove. But I must confess I was not expecting to hear you were on birth control.”

  “Ashton, can I ask you something?”

  “You can ask anything.”

  “When you…” I hesitated.

  “What is it?”

  “When you,” I paused, worried my lip with my teeth. “I’m not real sure how to say it without sounding rude or crass.”

  “Trinity, we can discuss anything. Say whatever it is you are worried about.”

  I gazed at him for a moment. “How do you know I’m worried?”

  Ashton traced his fingers across my forehead. “I understand your expressions more and more,” he admitted.

  “Oh.”

  A pause. A breath. A heartbeat.

  “Please, my dove. You are beginning to worry me.”

  “Okay. Here it goes. When you put your cock inside of me, it’s going to hurt, right?”

  “I will do my best not to cause you pain, but yes, Trinity. It may hurt.”

  “Will I bleed?”

  “Is that what you are worried about?”

  “Yes. I don’t want to gross you out.”

  “Trinity, nothing about this experience will be anything less than wonderful for me, and I am hoping for you too.”

  “So if I bleed you won’t be repulsed?”

  “No,” he assured.

  “Okay.”

  “May I kiss my wife now?” Ashton asked.

  “Yes.”

  Ashton leaned over and placed a kiss upon my lips. “I love you,” he said, then he kissed me deeply. So deeply, I felt it in my toes.

  A small mew of satisfaction left my lips as he took my mouth, kissing, tongues tangling, breaths melting into breaths. His hands meandered down the length of my back then back up, securing one hand at the base of my neck while the other hand held onto my bum. We kissed this way for a long time before Ashton pulled me closer into his hold. My breasts brushed against his chest.

  Ashton nuzzled my neck, kissed the side of it, followed the cord of my wanting with his tongue then nipped, sending sensations flying through me. My breasts surged heat. My nipples peaked harder. Something like thunder shot through my sex. He nipped the side of my neck again.

  “Oh,” I said. “I love how you do that.”

  Ashton nipped my neck once more. “That?” he asked.

  I gasped. “Yes.”

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sp; I trailed my hands along Ashton’s wide shoulders, over his biceps then across to his chest. I fondled him with my fingertips. Ashton kissed my throat, then moved his mouth, kissing all the way to my breasts. He gently laid me back on the bed while he continued to kiss and caress my body.

  He cupped each breast firmly then squeezed, plumping them for his tongue. He licked each nipple before flicking one and then the other with the tip of his tongue.

  “I love watching your nipples peak upon my tongue,” he murmured.

  “I love what you do to make them peak.”

  Ashton plumped, licked, kissed, and flicked until I moaned. His warm mouth engulfed my right breast while his fingers played with the nipple of my left. When I arched into his touch, he pulled back, kissing my neck again, causing chills to flash across the entire canvas of my warm skin. He was driving me crazy.

  “Ashton, don’t stop.”

  Ashton’s sexy chuckle buzzed over me in an erotic spark that set off sensations of pleasure down my spine.

  He made his way back to my breasts, flicking my tips before winding his tongue around each nipple, kissing around my breasts, down my side, running his tongue along the line of my ribs. Licking over to my navel. His mouth covered my belly button. Tongue plunging into the opening before retreating then kissing over to the jet of my hip. My stomach muscles jumped as he skimmed his hand over the lower portion of my belly while mouthing my hipbone.

  I reached out and combed my fingers through his silken hair. One chocolate-colored piece fell over his right eye, flirting with me. I swiped my finger over his brow, moving the strand before I traced the top of his ear.

  “Ashton. I’m unsure of what to do. I don’t want to just lie here but—”

  “Do not fret, my dove. Do what comes naturally.”

  Ashton’s cock pressed hard against his boxer briefs, so I touched him, stroking him through the material as he kissed me. When I squeezed the shaft, he moaned, his warm breath bathing my lips.

  “Take off your briefs. I wish to hurry,” I said.

  “My dove, we need not hurry. We only need to love each other.”

  I slid my hands from his manhood, up his ribs, finding his shoulders. I pressed my fingers into the strength of him there, testing. I traced his spine. Splayed my hands across his back. Reveled in the feel of his muscles. They moved as he moved.

  “I like how you feel,” I said.

  “You feel like silk,” Ashton replied, kissing my thigh.

  When Ashton’s mouth slipped over my female crease, I grabbed at his back, pressing my nails against his flesh. He groaned. I moaned. His tongue found the heart of me with unerring ease.

  “Oh…” I muttered, unable to hold back when he sucked my clit a second time.

  I spread wide, giving myself to him. Ashton said something unintelligible. My head hit the pillow in complete surrender.

  “You are so beautiful. I want to taste your desire.” His tongue lapped at me, devouring me. He dipped his tongue into my wanting. “Sweet, like the sweetest of honey to my lips.” He plunged his tongue into my body then retreated. “So warm.”

  Over and over he did this, licking then delving the tip of his tongue into me. I writhed at the sensation, hands grabbing sheets. Pulling them. Twisting them.

  “Ashton, don’t make me wait. I can’t wait.”

  Ashton licked me from opening to clit. Twirled his tongue around my throbbing orb, then dove tongue first into my nectar. I was so wet, almost mindless with the pleasure. He sucked my clit between his lips, nipping it lightly with his teeth.

  “Oh God!” I said, arching up with my hips, shaking. He applied pressure, sucked. “Ashton, I love you!” My body whiplashed into the force of the quake that shook me to the core. “Put your cock inside of me.”

  “Shh … my dove. We have no need to rush our love making.”

  “But I want your cock. Please don’t deny me.”

  “I assure you. You shall have all of me, my dove.”

  Ashton slipped his finger to my opening, circling it. He gently inserted the tip of his finger, stretching me. I gripped at his shoulder. He swiped my hooded tip with his tongue again. His finger probed me without pushing too far.

  I shivered, as though I would never stop, feeling Ashton’s warm tongue lapping at my nub while his finger tenderly worked my opening. For a moment I thought I might come again, but I wasn’t sure, then from nowhere my body surprised me.

  In a gust of breath I exhaled. “Ashton!”

  Ashton slid up my frame. He placed his hands to my face and looked down at me. He brushed back some curls from my cheeks. He kissed me. I tasted my own juices upon his tongue, mingled with the taste of him. We kissed as if nothing in the world mattered in this moment.

  “Ashton,” I mumbled against his lips. My hands tangled within his hair. “I love you.”

  “I love you, my beautiful wife.”

  Ashton removed his briefs. He crawled up between my open thighs. His hard, pulsing cock pressed against my body. He kissed me. Pumped his hips forward, allowing his manhood to ride my clit as he kissed me. The residual pulses of my orgasms had to be flexing against him.

  “Trinity,” he said softy, looking into my eyes, “relax your body for me when I begin to enter you. Try not to tense.”

  “Okay,” I said.

  Ashton took a hold of his cock, guiding it to me. He lifted my hips before one hand tucked under my neck and shoulder blades, providing support. He pressed forward. Thrust his hips. I felt my body accepting him in that first tight kiss. His thrust won out.

  “Ah…” I moaned, pressing my fingers into his shoulders.

  “This is going to hurt, my love. Breathe and relax your body,” he said.

  My breath hitched. I wasn’t sure if I could breathe. That first stinging bite of pain rattled me. I tried to breathe. Ashton pressed, gaining entrance for the head of his cock. He rocked his hips.

  “Ashton, it hurts. You’re too big.” For a moment I thought I might panic.

  “Shh…” he soothed, kissing my neck, nipping at the spot I liked. “We were made for each other, my love. We will fit perfectly, trust me.”

  It was pain and pleasure swirling through my body. “I do trust you.”

  Ashton thrust. I shook with a small moan escaping my lips. “Shh…” he said. He secured the hand beneath my shoulders and held me through what he probably knew was going to be the worst of the pain. “Shh…” he breathed against my throat. He drove his hips forward.

  Oh my God. My hands clung onto Ashton’s strong shoulders. My hymen broke to his will.

  “My sweetness, my love,” he murmured softly. He had taken my maidenhood for his own.

  “Ashton!” I cried. Tears streamed down my face.

  I was no longer a virgin. He gripped me. Held me.

  “I love you,” he said. “You are truly mine.”

  “Yes,” I groaned, “I’m yours.”

  “Relax your body, Trinity.” He kissed away the tears from my cheek.

  “I’m trying,” I said.

  Ashton kissed me, caressing my tongue with his. He thrust inward, sliding himself up my channel, parting my feminine muscles. My heart raced, thumped, banged out within my chest like a drum. Ashton’s cock seemed to flex inside of me as though he were somehow getting bigger, expanding. He was so profoundly in me, part of me, and so thick I was stretched out thin, feeling every inch of him. I was unsure if I could take the feeling. He filled me up entirely.

  “I’m inside of you now, my dove. Feel me. Find the rhythm, and I promise, you will start to feel pleasure,” Ashton whispered into my ear.

  I looked into his silver-white eyes. “We are one now.”

  Ashton smiled. “Yes.”

  “Don’t move yet. Please let me feel you inside of me just a little while longer.”

  Ashton kept still, allowing my wish. We kissed, Ashton deep inside of me while our tongues made love to each other. When the kiss ended, Ashton nuzzled my neck, sending a chill o
ver the heat of my body.

  “Trinity, I am going to move now.”

  Ashton rocked. I felt a strange sensation, but not pain.

  “Oh…” I gasped.

  “Is that the spot you feel pleasure?” he asked.

  “I don’t know,” I said.

  Ashton swayed his hips against me, again. I responded with a tightening of my inner muscles followed by a low moan.

  “Yes,” he said, “that is your sweet spot.” Ashton pressed, pulled back, pressed. “Does that make you feel good?”

  My nerve endings were blazing. “Yes.”

  Ashton pulled back, sliding his cock out of me. He lifted my hips up, adjusting them a bit differently then within a moment Ashton thrust back inside my body, slowly. When we were pelvis to pelvis, he rocked against me. He was hitting my sweet spot as well as my clit. I was unsure of this pleasure, not sure of what to do. It was so different than what I expected. Part of me wanted to lie still, allowing him to move, but another part of me wanted to match his movements.

  “Move with me,” he said, pulling out before pushing back inside.

  On the next retreat of his cock I got the rhythm. I knew he was going to thrust so I positioned my hips to meet him.

  “Yes,” he encouraged.

  We were making love. Oh yes, I wanted to say, but I bit my lip, feeling extraordinary. For a moment I felt euphoric, complete joy before it turned to complete hunger, lust, love. Yes, love. I was experiencing so many things.

  “Faster,” I uttered.

  He moved faster, pulling out then plunging back in with that rock of his hips at the end. Soon we had perfected the dance of our bodies, together, uniquely ours. I wrapped my arms around Ashton’s neck, tightened my thighs around his waist. In and out. Rock and grind. I found I could use my inner muscles so I began to utilize them. Ashton groaned, kissing my neck and my breasts. It was sensational.

  He moved. I moved. In and out. Push and pull, experiencing the glorious friction. Our breathing became as one. I never wanted this feeling to end. I wanted Ashton to be inside of me without cease.

  “Hold me tighter,” I moaned, clutching his ass to me.

  He did. He pulled me tighter. I quivered. He absorbed my shake.

  “Come with me,” he said, his voice on the verge of breathless. “Give me your pleasure while I am inside of your luscious body.”