by Amber Burns
“Oh, Molly,” he groaned, his eyes rolling back as I continued to work his shaft. “I need to be inside of you so badly right now.”
I looked at him for one moment longer, and that was it; my mind was made up. I slid myself forward and positioned my entrance so that I was inches away from putting him inside of me.
I began to tease him, sliding his cock over my outer lips, my own intuition totally shocking and thrilling me. I had no idea how I knew to do this, but I just did. It felt right, and so I did not, for the first time in my entire life, stop to question it or to analyze it; I didn’t think at all. Instead, I simply slid his hard rod over my pussy again, and then again, teasing him each time. Nikko’s lips fell open hungrily, his eyes burning with lust and passion.
When I was just a moment from slipping him inside me, I said it: “I’m a virgin.”
His eyes widened and he repeated what I said, “You’re a virgin?”
I didn’t answer immediately. Instead, I slid myself down over his hard dick and took him fully inside me.
“Not anymore,” I gasped.
Nikko’s breath escaped with mine and he leaned forward, his arms wrapping around my naked back, my breasts pressing into his chest. My legs straddled around him as we moved together.
“Holy fuck!” I cried out; he felt amazing inside of me. He was so hard, and I was so tight, and I felt every nerve ending within my body exploding with light and fire and passion.
“Oh my god, Molly!” He cried as he thrust deeper and deeper into me. “Holy fucking shit, baby, oh my god… You feel so good…”
He ran his hands over my hair as he thrust faster, moving within me in a way that made my back arch and my lips shudder open.
“Oh don’t stop now, Nikko,” I ordered, my eyes gripping his gaze, watching his perfect body thrust in and out of me as beads of sweat began to form all over his muscular figure. “Don’t you fucking stop. I want you to fuck me. Take me. Take all of me. And then I want you to make me cum so hard that I never forget this ever again.”
I reached up and pressed my shivering fingers against his cheek, tracing the fierce lines of his jaw. He sucked at my fingers, sweat shivering down his face as we moved together, both of us gasping and crying out. His strong hands grabbed at my ass then traced my breasts before pulling both of us closer together, closer until I thought I would explode into a million pieces as his cock moved inside of me.
“Molly,” he breathed, his hands grabbing at my ass, pulling me toward him. His lips reached towards as mine as he kissed my neck, pushing himself harder and deeper into me. Both of beginning to tremble and shake, gripping at each other, my fingers making white marks against his tanned skin. “Molly you are so incredibly beautiful.”
And with those words I felt something incredible happen; my back arched and I cried out as I came. All the muscles in my body seemed to contract and cry out in pleasure at once. I could feel myself gripping, milking the perfect manhood that was deep within me when it happened; Nikko began to explode inside of me. Each pulse of his cock sent another wave of orgasm stampeding through me, an electric pulse that bounced from cell to cell as my dizzy mind tried to process every sensation.
Eventually, the indescribable sensations began to subside, and the air was filled with sex and lust and passion and impossible electricity. Everything was shimmering and shaking and exploding with radiant light, the world splintering into a million beautiful pieces. I felt like I had exploded from the center of my body and I was only slowly coming back together in fragments of light as I gripped at Nikko’s muscular arms and he worked his fingers over my curves. I found his lips playing over my neck, my chest, and my collar bones while his hands traced my body, blessing my body. Both of us fell into each other in a puddle of exhaustion and sweat and explosive passion.
We stayed like that for some time, just breathing, gasping for air, beads of sweat creeping down our temples, our lips hanging open, our fingers wrapped tightly around each other’s bodies. I had no idea how long we sat there, clutching each other, motionless except for the heaving of our breaths rushing in and out of us, and our chests moving up and down against each other. We were all naked flesh and impossible passion. After some amount of time, I finally swallowed and spoke.
“Is it… is it always like that?” I said breathlessly, staring up at his copper eyes.
Nikko looked down at me as though he was seeing me for the first time. He reached out a hand and gently traced the curve of my face with his fingers. Then he gazed at me and shook his head slowly back and forth, his eyes filled with something that looked similar to amazement.
“No,” he said, his muscular chest still working up and down, filling with air. “No. It is never like that.”
He stared at me, his eyes unblinking as if he could not understand what he was seeing. I leaned forward impulsively and kissed the top of his nose. His strong arms wrapped tenderly around me and pulled me into a hug.
“Okay,” I said uncertainly. “Well then I am glad it was at least like that… this time.” I pressed my cheek against his perfect body, and then a thought occurred to me and I pulled back away from him. “Wait,” I said suddenly, looking up at him, my brow creasing with anxiety. “Was that… was that good? For you, I mean?”
Nikko stared down at me, his full, thick lips hanging open, his hand still gripping his wet, still hard cock. He stared at me for several long breaths, and then to my surprise, he began to laugh.
I felt myself growing queasy… it had all been joke. A really bad, sick joke. But no, it could not have been. I had felt it, and I knew that it had been more. Sure enough, after several short laughs, Nikko shook his head.
“I’m sorry,” he said, wiping his free hand across his face. “But… no. I mean, yes it was good.” He let his cock fall from his fingers and ran both his hands through his hair. He looked like the front cover model of a men’s fitness magazine, and I felt my stomach flip yet again, even now. “I mean, holy fuck Molly, was it ever good. It was the best sex I have ever had in my entire fucking life.”
I stared back at him, gaping, unable to believe it could be true. It had been amazing for me, for sure, but I was a virgin. Or, I had been, at least, until a few minutes ago. So there was no way, no possible way, that sex with me, a girl who had no clue what she was even doing, could even come close to comparing with the sex that this man had had in the past. After all, Nikko Cartwright was no boy next door. He was one of the most in demand, most attractive, richest men in the world. I knew full well, as did anyone else who ever read the newspaper or any magazine cover, that this man had had his fair share of sex.
I shook my head and looked up at him, grinning.
“No way,” I said. “No way that was the best.”
Nikko spread his arms wide and grinned that tantalizingly sexy grin back at me.
“Fucking way,” he smiled.
With a hesitant movement, Nikko finally pulled away from me, from our puddle of lust, and edged off the bed. I watched the muscles of his ass working as he crossed the room to the Jacuzzi. He twisted the knobs and warm, bubbling water began to gurgle into the tub. He threw open the large armoire that stood to the left and revealed a small fridge from which he retrieved a bottle of champagne. He turned to me, holding the bottle at a suggestive angle in front of his cock.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” I laughed, rolling my eyes.
“It’ll help the hangover,” he said, and he popped the cork.
I chortled in surprise and moved across the room, still naked, join him. He slipped into the tub with the bottle, and I slid in after him. The warm water felt so luxurious against my skin, and the champagne was cool and tickled as it slipped through my lips. He took a swig from the bottle and then leaned forward to kiss me, pressing fizzy bubbles against my own lips. Then he sat back and looked at me for a moment as the water lapped lightly at my breasts.
“What?” I asked after some time had passed and the bath had been filled. The jets had begun to gently
massage my back and shoulders, helping me to feel better than I had when I had woken up.
Nikko shook his head.
“I’m just starting to think… this could actually work,” he said, staring at me as I shimmied down further beneath the water, letting the jets really work their magic upon my shoulders.
“What do you mean?” I asked, my eyes half closed in bliss.
Nikko took another swig from the bottle of expensive champagne and then passed the alcohol carefully to me. I took the bottle and began to sip as he spoke.
“I just… okay. This is going to sound like a lot. But I am at a point in my life,” he said slowly, looking at me carefully, “where I really need to get married. Like, very soon. Like, pretty much right now.”
I pulled the bottle of champagne away from my lips and sat upright. I stared at him.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
Nikko sighed and ran his hands through his hair.
“It’s a long story,” he said. “But let me make things a little more straightforward. How would you feel… about being set for life?”
I stared at him, completely thrown off by the words he had just tossed my way.
“What do you mean?” I asked slowly.
Nikko splashed warm water across his face which seemed to be twisted up in thought.
“Okay,” he said. “It’s like this. I’ve been told, ordered really, to get married. If I get married, I will keep my job. If I don’t…. well I won’t.”
“Okay, and?” I asked, my mind rushing to figure out exactly where he was going with this.
“But,” he continued as if I hadn’t said anything at all. “As, I said… it has to be now. And I think you, Molly, would be a perfect fit for this… position.”
I sat, just staring at him, forgetting the bottle of champagne was still gripped in my fingers. After a few long moments, I finally managed a word, “Position?”
“Yes, position. You have proven yourself to be an… exemplary PA and I feel you’d fit perfectly as my umm… wife.” His eyes drifted down to my exposed breasts as he said the last word, and I could feel my entire chest turning a bright pink. “Now keep in mind, if you agree to this contract, and this is a business contract,” he said, eyeing me knowingly. “Then you will be set for life, money will be no object to you.”
My mouth fell open, and I let go of the champagne bottle which began to bob across the tub. I was simply flabbergasted, unsure what to say or how to respond. Nikko read my uncertainty and crossed the tub and pulled me close. His hand found my breast and cupped it expertly as his lips danced across mine. Our tongues danced, and bodies pressed together until we had to release each other in the name of a breath of air.
Nikko’s fingers found my chin, and he pulled me so that my eyes met his as he spoke. “And this, the amazing sex, can certainly continue. A sort of friends… employee and boss… husband and wife… with benefits?”
“Wait,” I said, staring at him, completely overwhelmed, my brain finally grasping the situation. “You are offering me a position as your… wife. We barely know each other,” I offered as my only protest.
“Yes,” Nikko nodded, his copper eyes pressing into my own. I felt chills begin to leap across my flesh despite the heat of the Jacuzzi. “Which is why this is strictly business. Well, with a bit of fun on the side.”
I wasn’t sure if it was his gaze, or the afterglow of my first time with a man, or even the prospect of being, essentially, one of the richest women in the world. All I know is that I heard myself saying: “Can we shake on it now? Or is this too informal?” I added with a grin as the bubbles sputtered about me...
Nikko started to laugh, and I found that was suddenly laughing, too.
“Well, there is the one catch,” Nikko reminded me, that tantalizing half grin worming its way across his chiseled jaw. “When I said soon… I meant very, very soon.”
I felt my insides flipping and flopping about. Everything was changing so quickly, so haphazardly. This was not how I normally ran my life.
“How soon? Two, three months?” I threw out a guess.
“How does two days sound?”
“You want to get married, to me, in two days?” I asked, unable to believe what was happening.
Nikko stared at me, his eyes electric. “Yep. To you, in two days.”
I nodded, working hard to keep my conflicting emotions from taking over my face, “I... umm… I will pencil it in.”
“Good then,” said Nikko, and he swung himself out of the Jacuzzi. He walked naked across the room, his ass drawing all my attention as he dressed. Once fully clothed, he flicked his hair into a sexy, messy part and then turned my way. “I have some calls to make. I’ll keep you informed… fiancé.”
Nikko smiled, nodded, and then stopped awkwardly in the doorway, simply looking at me as I fumbled to find the champagne in the bubbling tub. For a moment it looked as if he might say something more, but then he simply shook his head, laughed awkwardly, and slipped out of the room, closing the door behind him.
I sat there for a moment just staring straight ahead. My mind was racing. I had lost my virginity, to Nikko Cartwright, of all people, and then moments later had agreed to become his wife through a ceremony that would be taking place within forty-eight hours. It was nearly too much for me to swallow. So instead, I tipped back the bottle and chugged some champagne.
Then I raised the bottle high into the air.
“Cheers,” I said, and I began to giggle, half from the alcohol, half from the sheer insanity of it all. “Cheers to me, Mrs. Molly Cartwright!”
11
Nikko
I stood at the front of the crowd of people who filled the lawn. Flowers had been sprinkled across the perfectly green, rolling grasses by the enthusiastic flower girls who scurried about. Being that I lacked any family with small daughters, they were, naturally, the nieces of the company’s owner. The whole marriage was, after all, for the papers, for show. At least, that was what I had to keep reminding myself as butterflies threatened to overwhelm my stomach. I shouldn’t have been nervous; there was no reason to be nervous. It wasn’t a marriage based on love. It was a business contract, plain and simple. No matter how madly and deeply I had fallen for the stunning and quirky woman with as much sexiness as she had intellect, Molly did not love me. It was obvious. I had realized how shallow her feelings were yesterday, when she had been so quick to agree upon the marriage. I swallowed and forced my trademark smile across my face as the photographers from every major international paper scurried past, forcing flashes into my eyes.
This is about success, I thought. This is about security. Both of which, when it comes to women, are a lot more reliable than love.
Just then the music swelled, and suddenly, there she was; walking down the makeshift aisle and towards me. Her feet wore pointed white slippers (no heels, because she was still Molly) and tread softly, so elegantly, upon the carpet of soft white flower petals. Her body was impossibly perfect, hugged by lace and silk that did not reveal, but did suggest. Writhing lines of white lace flowers curled around her nipples and flowing fabric matched the gentle swaying of her ass. Seeing Molly in this dress did so much more for every single one of my senses than any set of lingerie ever would be able to do. I cleared my throat and shoved my hands down into my pockets. I noticed that Molly was blushing from behind the veil that cascaded down her pale face. I saw her bite at her lips and I felt overwhelmed with a rush of guilt.
Is it that awful, to her? The idea of marrying me? I tried not to let my thoughts discourage my disposition. After all, there were cameras to impress.
Molly took the final velvety steps down the aisle and came to rest by my side. She smelled of lilacs and roses and I felt my heart’s pace begin to quicken as her fingers knit their way around my own. I tried to listen to the words the priest spoke, but I was getting far too entangled in the shapes the lace was making across Molly’s curvy breasts, her tiny waist. I was enthralled by the veil
shimmering so teasingly across her chocolate eyes and pale pink lips.
“You may now kiss the bride.”
I startled as the words pierced my ears, and simply stood there for a moment, completely still and unsure of myself. Was this actually happening? Was I actually getting married to this stunning woman? Molly took the initiative, sweeping the veil back from her eyes in a way that was both demure and dramatic. She wrapped her lacy arms around me and kissed me passionately, sending the crowd roaring with glee. The press was appeased, and as our lips pressed against each other, I squeezed her in my arms and whispered into her ear.
“Thank you for that,” I breathed as she kissed lightly at my cheeks, my lips.
“Of course,” she replied simply. “I couldn’t let you ruin my wedding day, now could I?”
