by Tina Martin
“Do you need anything?”
She shook her head.
“Come here.”
She beamed. “Come here where? You want me to sit next to you?”
“Sit wherever you want.”
“Okay.” She stretched and flexed her body, then sat up and scooted to the edge of the bed where he was sitting. She then got up and stood on the floor in front of him briefly before sidling onto his lap. She secured her legs around his waist – her arms around his neck.
“That’s how you really feel?” he asked as a heated sensation stirred at his groin.
She giggled. “You told me to sit wherever I wanted.”
“I did, didn’t I?”
“Sure did,” she said. “Now, what do you want to talk to me about?” she asked, staring at his mouth, their faces mere inches apart.
He reached to cup her bottom with his hands to secure her position on his lap when his hands met soft, supple flesh. She wasn’t wearing any panties, he discovered. And she was so soft, he couldn’t help but squeeze, watching as she nibbled on her lip when he did so. She was offering no resistance.
She wanted this.
So did he.
She leaned forward to leave small kisses on his lips but it was enough to cause all kinds of feelings to spike through him. She had his mind gone already and nothing had really transpired yet.
She moved her arms from around his neck and tugged at his tank top, pulling it over his head. Her eyes did a full sweep of his chest and torso – looked like a firm shield, ready for battle. Ready for anything. She’d seen abs before, but these put all others to shame. His were defined and solid – pectorals so firm and beefy, she instantly wanted some meat to eat. A hamburger. Steak. Something. Her mouth watered with anticipation and to soothe that craving, she found something to put her mouth on – those delectable-looking pectorals, and they tasted glorious.
Regal sat there stunned for a moment like he was in a dream. He didn’t know if this was really happening or if he had somehow made his way into the twilight zone. Then he heard her audible sucks and moans as she perused his chest, nibbling at his nipples and gripping his biceps and he knew – this was no dream.
He flashed a look of confusion. “What are you doing?”
“Kissing you.”
“Why?” he heard himself asking.
“Why do you think?” she asked him and continued kissing around his neck.
“Felicity,” he said, having trouble controlling himself. When she didn’t stop to acknowledge him, he said her name a bit louder.
He got her attention this time.
“Yes?”
“Do you want me?” he inquired as if she had to spell it out for him, but he wanted to be sure. He needed to hear her say it.
“Yes, Regal. I want you.”
He hurriedly unbuttoned the shirt she had on, nearly popping the final buttons out of sheer desperation. When he was done, he opened it, revealing those firm, round globes that up until now, he’d only seen beneath her fitted dresses and blouses. He let the shirt drop to the floor then touched them – the softness of her felt like butter against his hands.
She moaned at his touch and when she felt his arms lock around her and bring her closer to him, she moaned again, but those moans became gasps and heavy panting when he latched onto a nipple interchangeably – not preferring one over the other but wanting both at the same time teasing the hardened buds with his tongue and the pad of his index finger. He kneaded and caressed them – had his fill of them momentarily but he’d have more if they switched positions. He rotated his body so she was laying with her back on the bed. He hovered above her, taking in snapshots of her beautiful body before lowering his weight down on top of her to kiss her again.
She welcomed his kiss – this one more aggressive than the others. More potent. More desperate. He sucked on her lips over and over again then explored her entire mouth with his tongue. And then he feasted on her tongue, pulled and massaged it. Played with it. Owned it before he was back to those delicious lips of hers, taking those again.
More moans came when he broke away from her mouth to nibble her ears, teasing her earlobe with warm flicks. Grazing her neck with the right amount of nibbles from his teeth and all the while his hand was caressing and fondling her softness.
What a body she had – shapely and thick in all the right places. It made him gasp in amazement and appreciation that it was all his. She was his.
Inching down to her breasts again, he feasted longer using his tongue in long, lazy strokes and the sheer power of his mouth to lick, suck and nearly consume her to his satisfaction.
Felicity’s body jumped, responding to him in ways she’d never felt before. He dipped his head lower and lower, bathing her stomach with his tongue. Drawing circles with the tip, feeling the muscles in her stomach quiver. She grabbed him by the ears when he opened her thighs, but she felt his mouth on her – more like she felt the most sensitive part of her inside of his mouth and he was feasting and tasting and driving her to madness.
She’d never felt anything close to this ecstasy. The feeling was so foreign, she didn’t know how to react to it. Blood rushed to her head. She screamed and grabbed the bedcovers, but he was unrelenting. He wanted her to experience pleasure to the greatest degree after all she’d been through. He wanted her to know what it felt like to be made love to by a real man who actually loved her. He wanted her to lose her mind. When he felt her body buck off of the bed beneath him, felt her thighs tremble, heard her scream his name and saw the waves of pleasure course through her, he knew he’d accomplished that.
He tore his mouth away from her and stood beside the bed, taking delight in seeing her panting and gasping for air knowing he was the source. His baby. His WB. She was about to be his completely. He’d already put his stamp on her. Now he was about to put something in her.
He got up from the bed.
“What are you doing?” she asked him in sated breaths – her chest pumping in and out.
She got her answer when she watched him remove his boxers. For a moment, she looked like she was in a state of panic when she saw the thickness of him. The length. What in the world was he going to do with that thing? Play baseball? But then she felt herself reacting to the sight of him naked. Her body was preparing itself to welcome him.
He crawled over to her, opening her legs wider as he did so. Holding her gaze, he eased his body inside hers intentionally slow. It was a tight fit with him being so large and her being so petite and untouched for four years, but slowly, he inched forward listening as she screamed at his slightest movement.
“Relax, baby.”
“I’m trying to,” she panted, her inner muscles squeezing down on him, holding his girth hostage.
When he felt her muscles contract, he moved more. When they clamped down, he stopped. He repeated this until he was buried into the depths of her and finally when he’d settled in place, he gasped at the mere feeling of being connected to her this way. The feeling went beyond his wildest fantasy.
He looked at her, recording this moment into his permanent memory and then he thrust his tongue into her mouth, feeling her kiss him back with just as much need as he had. He moved, rocked into her a little and released her mouth to take a nipple between his lips.
She whimpered. “Regal—”
“Yes, baby?”
She didn’t say a word, only made drugging, whiny moans as his mouth worked on her while he moved inside her. She squeezed a bicep, hoping to find relief to the pleasurable torture he was delivering with each magic stroke. She found no such relief.
“Is it too much?” he asked, staring at her face, seeing the sweet torture he was causing her.
“N—no. I mean,” she panted. “Y-yes.”
“If this is too much, you’re in a world of trouble.”
“Regal—” she panted.
He rocked his body forward, going deeper.
“Ah,” she gasped.
“See w
hat I mean,” he said.
Her pants became many. “Yes, I see but I’ll find a way to deal with it. I need you and I didn’t know how much until right now.”
“Then I’m going to give you all you need, baby,” he told her and meant it. Being inside her was the most pleasure he’d ever experienced.
He secured her by the wrists and moved and twisted his body into hers, delivering slow, steady strokes while watching and reading the reaction on her beautiful face.
Her eyes opened.
Their gazes held.
He met her with a wavy stroke, rolling his body over and over and over again.
Her inner muscles clenched him involuntarily.
He bit down on his lips, gasped and released her hands.
She touched the sides of his face – his beard – and pulled him down to her so she could kiss him. So she could relieve her agony with his tongue and dig her nails in his shoulders.
He broke the kiss to give her a minute to breathe. Then looked down at her, soaking in the beauty of her face capturing more moments – committing them to memory. “You’re so tense, baby,” he whispered. “How can you be this tense while I’m inside of you?”
She was steadily panting. Chest heaving.
“Let go. Be with me in this moment. Let me make love to you, Felicity. You don’t have to worry about whether I’ll stay if that’s your concern. I will never hurt you and I will never leave you. Do you believe me?”
“Yes, Regal,” she whispered.
“Do you trust me?”
Air was still hard to come by. “Yes.”
“Then let go,” he urged.
Her fingers trembled against his back when he came down on her again with all of his weight, his member going deeper to fill her well with abundance.
“Look at me, Felicity.”
She panted and gasped while a tear escaped. One of uncontrolled pleasure, not pain.
“I will never leave you. I will never abandon you and I love you too much to ever hurt you.”
She took comfort in his words and felt her body unlock, ready to give him everything he desired. She opened her legs wider for him, relaxing her thighs while feeling him fill her to capacity. His body was so hot, heavy, muscly and thick on top of hers. Hard and dominating.
She lifted her head from the pillow to match his kiss, stroke for tenacious stroke, wild in their lovemaking. She was coming around. Loosening up. At the same time, she felt him withdrawing from her, then plunging again. Over and over he repeated the motion feeling at times like the pleasure was too great to contain. And he continued kissing her and owning her this way, feeling her nails hold him prisoner but he welcomed the aggression. It spurred him on to withdraw again, then come back.
Withdraw.
Come back.
He released her mouth at her urgency and she screamed and panted, yelling out for him until her body caved into an abyss of pleasure. Until she was writhing beneath him yet again while he rode her into yet another mind-blowing release. And then her screams and spasms ricocheted into him and caused his own body to buck as he felt his release leave his body. Flood hers. It broke him, ripped through him at a force so strong, he could’ve sworn he torn some ligaments at the mere climax of it all. Nothing had ever shaken him to this magnitude. And he was steadily draining his love inside of her, giving her every drop of his sweet release.
“Regal,” she gasped as the muscles in her arms flexed. He was still moving on top of her. Rocking slowly and smiling wickedly as he saw the distress worsen on her face. As he watched her chew on her lip and grimace every time he delivered a potent stroke that had his pelvis fitting between her legs just right – the same way her body sucked him in and squeezed him like they were made for each other.
“What are you doing to me?” she whispered.
“Making love to you, baby. I’m trying to get all the wedded bliss I can get.”
She laughed and panted at the same time.
He didn’t laugh. Didn’t smile. He increased the speed of his strokes until he saw her come apart and release a series of moans that got louder and louder and increasingly louder until she fell over the peak yet again and he was right there with her. Falling. Filling her all over again.
Her heart pumped out of control as she attempted to breathe normally but that was of no use, especially when he collapsed on top of her, their sweat comingling like the release of their love.
When the sensations that ran through both of them finally subsided, he moved, shifted his weight off of her and pulled her into his arms, thinking about the intensity of the love they shared and how it had left him completely satisfied, calm and euphoric. Making love was a thing of beauty when it was with the right person.
She was his person.
Chapter 31
He couldn’t get enough of her…
Still tender and somewhat drained from last night, there he was again, stretching and filling her, taking her again as soon as she got out of the shower. Her screams and moans sounded like music to his ears, and when he felt her body quivering beneath him, he moved from the bed’s edge to the nearest wall and drove into her like a man gone mad before a groan tore from his throat and filled the room along with her cries of satisfaction.
He withdrew from her body then looked at her, analyzing and finding a bit of extra delight from the flustered look on her face.
He flashed a smile. “Good morning.”
“Good morning,” she replied back, panting. “You were waiting for me.”
“I was,” he admitted, then swooped down on her lips again.
She found the towel she had before and returned to the bathroom where she put on the same clothes she wore to his house yesterday. She would have to go home today at some point and maybe even by her office. She could imagine Zandra all confused, not knowing whether Wedded Bliss would be closed today or not.
She came out of the bathroom to find Regal sitting on the bench at the foot of his bed. He opened his arms.
Smiling, she walked over to him, closed her arms around his neck and breathed him, soaking in this moment.
“I cooked us some breakfast,” he said.
Inches from his lips, she kissed him and said with one eyebrow raised, “You cooked us some breakfast?”
“I did. Eggs, bacon, grits—you already had your sausage this morning.”
Her cheeks reddened. “You’re so bad.”
“And you like every bit of it. Ain’t no need to front now, not when I know you—inside and out.” He lifted her, threw her over his shoulder like a sack of clothes.
She giggled. “Where are you taking me?”
“Downstairs.”
“Regal, if you drop me…”
He grinned. “Hush. You weigh the same as my niece?”
She laughed as he took the first few steps down. “You’re trying to prove how strong you are.”
“You should already know how strong I am by the way I put it on you last night.”
“Regal!” she giggled.
“What? While you’re busy laughing, you better be thinking about how you’re going to handle me tonight because I want me some more wedded bliss. You’re addictive, girl.”
When he stepped into the kitchen, he saw Primrose tying on her apron. “Good morning, Rose.”
She chuckled. “Mornin’, Regal. I see you got your hands full.”
He lowered Felicity while saying, “Yeah, she’s a handful alright,” then pinched her booty on the sly.
Felicity’s body jerked. “Oh my goodness…I’m so embarrassed,” she said. “Good morning, Primrose.”
“Good morning, darling. How are you this morning?”
“I’m good. You?”
“I’m okay for an old lady,” she said. “I see you whipped up some breakfast.”
“Actually I did that,” Regal said.
Primrose placed the back of her hand against her face like she was going to faint.
Felicity laughed.
Regal sm
irked. “For real, Rose. You gon’ play me like that?”
“Ms. Felicity, let me tell you something, honey—I’ve never seen this man boil an egg or make a sandwich but he cooked all of this…wow! He must really like you.”
“I think he does,” Felicity said.
Regal winked at her.
“I’ll get to my chores and leave you two at it. Enjoy your breakfast.”
Felicity sat down while Regal rewarmed the food. Then he joined her with full plates.
He took a fork full of eggs and began eating.
She tasted them. “Not bad.”
“I can cook. I just don’t like cooking.” He took a bite of toast. “What are your plans for today, lover?”
Lover. They were lovers now, weren’t they?
“I have to go home, change clothes then do a few hours of work.”
“I’m going to the office as well,” he told her.
“Is Ramsey still on a warpath?”
“Yeah, pretty much.”
“Why? What happened?”
He smirked. “We nearly broke my bed last night and you want to talk about work and Ramsey?”
“Regal—”
“What? No need to be shy about it. I didn’t think you had a shy bone in your body.”
“I don’t, but this is new to me.”
“What is?” he asked.
“You. This thing we’re doing.”
“This thing? You’re my wife, Felicity,” he said, studying her intently.
“Yes, but—”
“No buts. You’re mine. Forever.” He sipped coffee.
A soft smile glowed on her face. “I kinda like being yours.”
Elation took over his features as he eased down his cup. “I think that’s the nicest thing your mean butt has ever said to me, girl.”
She giggled. She had thought trusting another man was out of the question for her, but Regal was making it easy.
“I want you to do something for me today, Felicity.”
“What’s that?” she asked before eating a spoon full of grits.
“I want you to call your mother.”
“Why do you want me to call her so badly?”
“Because you need to call her?”
“And what about my father? Should I call him up, too?”
