*dedicated to @IvyDex1. Hope you like.*
Smiling, I peck Chris on the lips as we walk out of the venue. All of our friends throw rice and glitter, and hold sparklers over our heads as Chris and I rush to the awaiting car. Holding my silk dress, I slip into the door my newly husband opened for me.
"After you, Ivy." Chris smiles.
I grin at him and slide across the leather seat. Chris quickly gets in beside me and closes the door. Tapping on the panel that separated the driver from the back of the car, Chris tells the driver that he can go now and we're on our way to the little cabin we rented for our honeymoon.
Twisting, I look at Chris and he grabs my hand.
"I love you," I say, leaning into him.
Chris kisses me softly.
"I love you too, Iv. So fucking much."
He pulls me close to his chest and I snuggle into his open tux blazer.
"I can't wait till we get back to the cabin." He tells me, a husky tone in his voice.
I bite my lip as a slight blush stains my face.
"Me either," I admit.
To say I was nervous, would be an understatement. As a child, I was raised in a Christian home where I was taught not to have sex until I was married. Although I moved out and I don't really have a set religion, that one thing did stick with.
At the age of 25, I was still a virgin and I don't regret it. I wanted my first time to be special and I know Chris would be my forever. I didn't know of a better person to lose my virginity to besides my husband and eternity.
Chris must have noticed my nervousness because he pulls me onto his lap and forces my chin up. With me straddling his lap, he stared me dead straight in the eyes.
"I promise, baby, I'll be gentle. I don't want to hurt you."
He leans his forehead against mine and I smile softly.
"You could never hurt me," I breath.
Chris looks at me again and kisses me a kiss so full of passion, I lose my breath.
Instantly, I melt into his arms like putty.
Chris's hands travel up and down my sides, brushing against the fabric of my dress. His grip tightens on my hips as his tongue slips into my mouth.
I moan and lace my hands through his silky, shoulder length black hair, pulling slightly. A low groan comes from his throat as he starts to palm my breasts.
My breath hitches and I detach myself from his kiss. Instantly, his lips attach to the softness of my skin on my neck.
"Chris," I moan when he finds my sweet spot. I could already feel the blood rushing up to the surface, forming undoubtably dark marks.
He grunts and lightly pushes his hips up into mine. I could easily feel his clothed hard on. I moan again.
Grinding myself down against him, I reattach our lips and Chris quickly gains dominance. His tattooed hands glide down my body and grip my ass. Taking control, he grinds my clothed core down harder on his.
"Fuck," he grunts. "I'm taking you as soon as we get inside that house."
I nod, still moving on him.
I may be a virgin but that didn't mean I was totally inexperienced. Chris has taught me some things while waiting for me over the years.
