Troy’s hand suddenly teased her inner thigh and Amina jumped at his touch. The smile on his face was seductive. Amina leaned forward, clasping his face between her palms. She pressed her mouth to his and felt her body grow warm and languid as she kissed him intently. When she finally pulled back, breaking the connection, Troy blew a soft sigh.
He opened his eyes to stare at her. His passion was reflected in her gaze. “I love you so much!”
“I love you more!”
Troy reached for the foot tub and a towel he’d taken out of the hotel’s bathroom. She watched as he popped the cork on the bottle of champagne and emptied it into the foot tub. He pushed her gown up around her thighs and pressed a kiss to her knees as he gently eased her feet beneath the moisture. Amina’s eyes widened.
“Mrs. Elliott . . .” Troy paused as they both let the sound of her new name settle comfortably against their ears. “Mrs. Elliott, I love you. And today, I promised to love and honor and cherish you for the rest of our lives. But I want to promise you something more.”
He gently rubbed her feet in the cool liquid, the effervescent moisture tickling her toes. “I promise you that our life together will be an unending adventure. Like this champagne bath, we will have moments that will be outrageous and moments that will be decadent. As I live and breathe you will want for nothing. I want you to trust that I will support every one of your dreams and wishes. And you can trust that when it’s necessary I will wash every one of your fears and hurts away.”
Tears misted Amina’s eyes as she pressed her palm to his cheek, her fingers dancing along his profile. Troy lifted her feet back onto his lap, drying them with the towel. He leaned to kiss her toes, leaving a trail of damp kisses across the top of her foot. Before she realized what was happening Troy swept her up into his arms and carried her from the living space into the bedroom. The king-size bed featured luxury linens and a mountain of pillows. He placed her onto her feet as he dropped his mouth to hers. His kiss was urgent and searching as her body melted against his.
When they finally broke the connection the tears that had pressed against her lashes had fallen onto her cheeks. “I’m scared,” she whispered softly.
He shook his head. “I won’t hurt you. And I won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with.”
She pressed herself closer against him. “No, I’m not afraid that you’ll hurt me. I’m scared of disappointing you. I want to please you.”
He kissed her again, his touch light and easy. “Just relax. We’re going to please each other,” he whispered back.
Amina took a deep breath and then a second as Troy turned her around in his arms until he was standing directly behind her. He kissed the nape of her neck, trailing kisses along the curve of her profile as she tossed her head back against his shoulder. One by one he undid the pearl buttons along the back of her dress. When they were all undone Amina spun out of his arms and stepped away from him. He watched as she pushed one arm and then the other out of the gown, the garment falling to the floor beneath her feet. Troy was riveted as he watched inch after inch of lush flesh being revealed. Her breasts were bare and she stood in nothing but a pair of white-laced, boy-cut shorts. Troy suddenly had a vision of himself buried in her sweetness, the taste of exquisite ecstasy against his tongue. He was panting heavily as he pulled her back into his arms. With one hand he snatched the bedspread and tossed it to the floor, then lowered them both to the sheet-covered mattress.
Amina shivered as he kissed her fingertips one by one, his mouth skating across her palms. He grabbed her by the wrists, pulling her arms up and over her head as his kisses moved back to her mouth. He lifted himself up to stare down at her, reaching to brush a few stray strands of hair out of her face. He kissed her again, his mouth open, and she slid her tongue inside. Troy shuddered as he tasted her, the two locked in a wet and fiery embrace, every fiber of their being surging with electricity.
Troy suddenly moved himself from her. He tore at his shirt and tie, pulling his clothes from his body. As he undid the zipper to his pants Amina’s eyes widened. When he pushed them past his knees, her pulse surged with a vengeance. The protrusion between his legs pressed against his boxers, straining for release. Crawling back onto the bed Troy wrapped one arm around her waist as he moved above her, his lips latching back onto hers.
They kissed for an eternity, tongues licking, tasting, and dueling in his mouth and then hers. His hands danced over her body, his fingers searching every crease and crevice. Amina could barely stand it as desire surged from the pit of her stomach deep into the core of her feminine spirit. Her nails dragged across his broad back as she clutched him hungrily. Her mouth latched onto his shoulder and she bit him gently. He jumped, pain and pleasure coursing through his body. Her tongue danced from his shoulder to his neck, settling in that spot beneath his chin as she nibbled his flesh. Troy savored the sensations. Her breath was light, her touches easy; the featherlike caresses teasing his senses.
He suddenly dropped his head to her chest. Her breasts were just a handful, orange-size treats topped with dark, Hershey’s Kiss nipples. His mouth watered as he leaned to lick the succulent treat. Her fingers danced against his head as he sucked one past his lips. He could feel her heave and writhe beneath him as he grabbed the other with his hand, kneading the nipple between his fingers. His mouth danced from one to the other, and Amina moaned. His touch was the sweetest torture.
In one swift motion Troy snatched her panties, ripping them from her body. She gasped loudly as her eyes locked with his. His touch was suddenly possessive, his hands claiming every last part of her. He slid a finger down her belly, past the tuft of pubic hair that curled neatly between her legs. He eased his fingers across the door of her most private place and air caught tight in her chest, Amina unable to breathe. Moisture seeped past her opening and his fingers danced through the slickness. Troy suddenly slid one finger across her folds and then a second. He teased her, gently caressing her sweet spot. He felt her begin to push against his hand, wanting more of him.
Amina had only imagined what it might be like to have a man touch her so intimately and what she imagined hadn’t come close to the wealth of sensations that Troy was eliciting from her. She had also imagined what it might be like to touch a man. To reciprocate the ministrations. She eased her hand across the curve of his back, around his waist and into his boxers. Troy shifted his body to allow her unfettered access.
The slightest sheen of sweat dampened his skin. His entire body was a wall of hardened muscle. His stomach was flat and hard and he flinched as her fingers grazed his flesh. She was transfixed by his nipples as they hardened beneath her fingers. Troy paused as he let her explore his body at her own pace. His member was rock hard and the engorged muscle twitched in anticipation.
Her fingers slid slowly down, the dark brown protrusion peeking past the waistband of his shorts. As she watched, Troy pushed his underwear off his hips and down his legs, kicking them from his feet. The hardened length bulged past a nest of tight curls. He was uncircumcised, the shiny head of his cock pushing past its hiding place as his foreskin began to stretch back. His swollen member seemed to grow fuller and fuller in the palm of her hand.
Troy’s gaze met hers, a smile pulling at his mouth. She giggled ever so slightly, enthralled by the transformation, as she likened herself to a snake charmer luring a snake out of its hiding spot. Troy moved his hands down to grab his shaft and he commenced to pumping his organ up and down. The motion was slow and easy. Amina placed her palm over his hand, following the rhythm. He moved his hand away, allowing her free rein and as she stroked him his tongue pressed against his lower lip. She suddenly drew her fingertips across his testicles. They were dangling like two succulent sweet lemons. Troy bit down hard against his bottom lip, her touch throwing another log onto the fire burning in his groin. His breathing was heavy and raspy as he tried to fight the rising sensations.
Troy kissed her again, then slid his mouth to her ear. He drew his
tongue along the outer edge, then plunged it deep inside. Her whole body shuttered in response to the sensation. Amina gasped loudly as her arms tightened around him.
“I need to make love to you,” he whispered as he rolled above her.
Amina nodded, her own arousal at a feverish pitch. Troy moved with an effortless grace between her opened legs, a provocative vivacity creeping across his face. He eased himself toward the center of her core, one hand clutching the cheek of her buttock as the other braced his weight above her. Amina held her breath as she felt him pushing against her entrance. There was a moment’s hesitation as he entered her. He felt her tense beneath him and he paused for a split second before pushing himself past the barrier of her virginity. There was a brief moment of hurt and her fingers dug into the flesh across his shoulders until it passed and he was settled tightly against her. She inhaled swiftly as Troy’s mouth recaptured hers, his tongue twirling around her tongue.
She was tight and her muscles constricted even more around his member. He began to pump himself slowly in and out, gently over and over again. Completely enthralled by the murmur of her low moans, her rock candy nipples, and the sheen of perspiration that dampened her skin, he felt his own orgasm building, the taut muscles pulsing as he pushed and pulled against her body. Amina bit down against his shoulder again as she pushed her hips to meet his strokes. Heat surged through her midsection, her inner lining throbbing in perfect sync with each thrust.
Troy felt his blood begin to boil and surge, his whole body quivering as he fell off the edge of ecstasy. His movements were erratic, controlled by pure lust as he poured himself into her. He was suddenly overwhelmed by the intensity of his orgasm, the rush of it like nothing he’d ever known.
Amina’s body suddenly heaved and she cried out, her own body exploding with his. The tremors were consuming, every ounce of control lost as she gave in to her quivering nerve endings. She started to laugh and cry at the same time. Troy dropped down against her, his arms wrapping her in a warm, loving embrace. It was joy and bliss, the beauty of it like the sweetest balm.
Amina eased her body off the bed, trying not to wake Troy from the deep slumber that was holding him hostage. Her first steps were cautious, the tenderness between her legs giving her reason to pause. After their third time making love she’d lost count of how many times Troy had been inside of her. He’d vigorously marked his territory, claiming her heart and body and Amina had never felt more loved.
In the bathroom she turned on the shower, adjusting the spray until the water temperature was hot. Stepping into it she relished the sensation as the warm water rained down across her shoulders and back and dripped over her breasts and abdomen. It was refreshing and she felt instantly invigorated. She blew a loud sigh as she tilted her head into the spray, the water pulsing against her face. She rinsed her mouth, taking two large mouthfuls of water to wash away the morning film across her teeth.
The bathroom door opened slowly as Troy peeked inside. “Good morning, Mrs. Elliott!” he called, his voice raised over the sound of the shower.
“Good morning, Mr. Elliott!” Amina chimed back as she peered through the glass doors. She greeted him with a wide smile.
“May I join you?”
“You better!”
As he moved into the tiled space, she heard her new husband relieving himself in the commode. She was suddenly aware of all the intimate and personal things they might share now that they were married. The thought made her smile as Troy flushed, moving to the sink to rinse his hands.
A wave of cool air blew into the shower as he opened the door and stepped inside. He eased himself against her backside and looped his arms around her torso as he kissed her cheek.
“How’d you sleep?”
“Like a baby. Did you know you snore?”
Troy laughed. “That was you!”
Amina laughed. “I do not snore!”
“Oh, yes, you do,” he teased.
“Well, we both slept well then.”
“I know I did. And I loved falling asleep with you in my arms.”
Amina turned, easing her body around his so that he could enjoy the full force of the shower spray. She rested her small hands against his hips as he leaned into the downpour, the water washing over his face and chest.
“I see you like your water hot!” Troy exclaimed.
Amina laughed. “I don’t like it cold!” She grabbed the bar of lavender-scented soap and drew it across his body, lathering him until his skin was coated white with suds. When she was done, Troy returned the favor.
Troy nodded. “So what’s on our agenda today? What would you like to do?”
“Do we have to do anything? I was thinking we could order all of our food in and just lounge in bed all day long.”
“We can definitely do that!”
“Good,” she said with a soft chuckle. “’Cause there are some things I need you to teach me.”
Troy turned and looked at her curiously. “What things?”
She gave him the most seductive smile as she reached between his legs and grabbed his manhood. “Things!”
Heat flickered between his thighs as he found himself craving the sweetest temptations. He nodded. “I think I can handle that.”
They laughed as she stepped into his arms, her body nestling nicely to his. He pressed his cheek to hers, gently rubbing the hint of morning stubble against her skin. Then he kissed her eyelids, her cheeks, her nose, finally coming to a stop as his lips glided against hers. Amina could feel her sexual energy rising all over again. She felt insatiable, wondering if she were ever going to get enough of Troy.
Troy was thinking the same thing as his muscles tightened, his manhood surging beneath her palm. His kiss was enthusiastic and teasing. Troy leaned back against the tiled wall, pulling her against him. His hands traced the line of her body from her hips, across her buttocks, up the length of her back. One hand nestled into her hair, his fingers teasing the nape of her neck.
Troy finally broke the connection. “So what things would you like to learn first?” he asked.
Amina’s eyes widened. “I figured I’d let you choose the curriculum. I’m just going to be the good student.”
Troy chuckled. “You might have homework and a pop quiz, or two.”
“I do good homework,” she said as she continued to slowly stroke him.
Troy leaned to kiss her again. “Yes, you do,” he said, his voice a deep guttural timbre.
He reached his own hand down between their two bodies, easing his fingers against her. He slid a finger into her and her back arched easily. Her body tightened, the muscles clenching around his finger. He slid a second, then a third finger in, as he slowly pumped his hand into her. Amina moaned, then flinched, a hint of pain crossing her face. Troy pulled his hand away.
“Did I hurt you?”
She shook her head. “I’m just a little tender.”
“Baby, you should have said something.”
“I know it’ll go away.”
He hugged her to him. “My poor baby! I don’t know what I was thinking. I’m so sorry!”
She pressed her head against his chest. “There’s nothing for you to apologize for!”
“Well, lesson number one, your comfort comes before all else. Don’t you ever forget that.”
“But being with you feels so darn good.”
Troy smiled slyly. “I can still make you feel good without you hurting.”
Amina smiled with him, her gaze curious. “Is that going to be lesson number two?”
“Lessons number two, three, and four!”
Troy kissed her again. It was slow and heated, his tongue darting between her lips and past the line of her teeth. He eased his way down her body, his tongue trailing over her skin. He kissed the round of each breast, a nipple, the dip in her belly button, then dropped to his knees in front of her, his tongue trailing a slow, decadent path. He planted a gentle kiss on the edge of her mound, the patch of auburn hair so
aked with the scent of lavender and her rising need. His fingers trailed gently through the curls.
Amina took a deep breath and held it. Her eyes were wide with anticipation. Troy kissed her again and she moaned. She closed her eyes as he pushed her legs open, easing one up and over his shoulder as she balanced herself on the other. Her hands pressed against the tile walls.
Amina’s body suddenly quivered as Troy’s hands slid farther down, wrapping around her body as he clutched her buttocks and pulled her to his mouth. She gasped loudly as he eased his face closer and licked her for the first time. The intimate kiss sent a shock wave coursing through her body. Her sweet spot was engorged and it glistened with her secretions, her fluids hot with wanting. Troy dove into her sex, licking her gently, his fingers kneading the cheeks of her behind.
A low rumble rushed past Amina’s lips as she purred, her voice echoing through the room. “Mmmm,” she moaned softly as his lips darted over her folds, teasing as he tasted her. She dropped her hands to his head, the swollen nub of her clit throbbing for his touch as he licked the flesh around that tender spot, purposely avoiding that button of love. She surprised herself as she tried to guide his mouth to her clit, her need intense and urgent.
Without warning, Troy’s tongue eased past her slit and penetrated the throbbing cavity. The pleasure was volcanic and Amina almost fainted from the intensity. As she fought to catch her breath he began to suck her secretions, his tongue finally flicking back and forth over her clit. She was grinding herself against his face, his lips nudging and sucking until her orgasm ripped through her, her sex throbbing with vengeance, the pleasure invading every part of her body. She cried out, calling his name over and over again, as if she were in prayer, and when her spasms finally ceased, Troy was still bathing her with his tongue. His ministrations continued until she’d climaxed three more times and her legs were nothing but rubber.
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