just admitted that to him and that he feels the same way. I knew he was different with me, softer and gentler, but until now, I didn't realize how special I was to him.
To be wanted by someone for me and not as a bargaining chip or part of a contract is more than I could hope for. In the back of my mind, I know we still have to deal with my father, but I get the impression Orlando already has a plan for him.
I stand from his lap, take his hand, and slowly lead us over to the bed in the middle of the room, facing the gigantic window of fish.
He stands watching me as I climb into bed. "Are you sure about this? I'll wait as long as you want, but know this, Ruby; once you give yourself to me, you’re mine, and there’s no going back. There’s no changing your mind. I’ll never let you go." His eyes darken and grow heated, almost like he's angry at even the thought of me leaving.
"You have no idea what being wanted by you does to me. Do you?"
The last of the wall between us crumbles as Orlando climbs into bed with me. "I’ve always wanted you, Ruby. There's never been any question about it."
Then his lips are on mine, his hands are in my hair, and the rest of the world falls away. This man wants me so badly he'd go through all this. It's the biggest turn-on to be desired so damn much after thinking no one wanted me unless it was in a contract.
"Will you trust me to make our first time good for you?" he whispers across the skin of my neck.
"Of course, I trust you."
A shiver racks his body as he slowly removes my clothes. He takes such gentle care, and when I'm in only my bra and underwear, lying on the bed, he stops and stares.
He traces my lips with a finger. "I want to memorize this moment. The moment you give yourself to me, and I get to call you mine."
He stands and removes his clothes slowly as if he knows I want to enjoy the show of his muscles gradually being revealed. I don't know if I’ll ever get enough of him. The sight of him mostly naked has me hot and excited. My breasts ache, and my nipples are rock-hard. I'm so wet he has to see it on my panties.
When he climbs into bed with me, he takes my bra off and sucks one hard nipple into his mouth while giving the other a gentle pinch. The dual sensation is so good, and I arch closer, hoping he won't stop.
Orlando leisurely kisses down my body, leaving a trail of shivers. When he reaches my panties, he stops and looks up at me as if asking permission or checking to see if I’ve changed my mind.
"Don't stop," I whisper.
He tucks his fingers into the sides of my panties and pulls them down as he slowly kisses down one leg and then back up the other.
He wastes no time getting his mouth on me and driving me crazy with his tongue. His tongue runs over my clit, and I gasp in surprise. He keeps his eyes on me, watching how my body reacts. He moans, and I swear I come faster than humanly possible. The last thing I think before my orgasm hits me is what a show we must be giving the fish. Then it's like my soul leaves my body as my climax rushes over me.
"Fuck, that was the sexiest thing I've ever seen," Orlando says as his lips move sensually back up my body, making me tremble.
He positions himself above me, and his cock nudges my entrance. For the first time in a long time, he’s unsure, possibly because he’s giving up some control. The need to reassure him fills me. After all, it's also his first time, and I want it to be good for him.
"I always hoped it would be you," I whisper, running my fingers through his dark hair and wrapping my arms around his neck.
"It was always going to be you," he says before kissing me and slowly pressing into me.
The stretch is uncomfortable but not painful. Going slowly, he pulls out and presses back in until he hits the resistance of my virginity. Only then does he pull back and look me in the eye. He’s breathing hard and shaking as if his restraint is taxing every muscle.
Resting on his elbows, he frames my face, and his marble-gray eyes lock onto mine. "I'm so sorry this is going to hurt, Rapunzel, but I’ll spend the rest of our lives making up for it."
Before I can respond, he rears back and thrusts into me hard, sealing us together.
Pain rips through me, and I let out a cry. He kisses my neck and jaw, sipping away the tears I didn't realize I was shedding.
After a few more deep breaths, I nod, and he slowly moves his hips. His expression of bliss makes every ounce of my pain worth it. He takes his time and watches me for any discomfort before speeding up.
"I wish I could make you understand how perfect you feel. I've never experienced anything like this in my life." His words are strained and broken, like talking is hard for him.
"I wish I could make you understand how good it feels to have you inside me, stretching me, filling me."
"Fuck, you can't say stuff like that. I'm barely holding on." He groans as he snakes a hand between us to my clit, where he rubs in time with his thrusts.
Being caged by this man has every one of my nerve endings on fire. Every inch of me is aware of every inch of him, and soon I'm hanging on the edge of ecstasy. He knows it, too, because he changes the angle of his thrusts slightly, and I explode.
I grip him hard as his groans fill my ears, and his hot cum fills me, causing an earthquake of pleasure inside me.
"Ruby..." he groans before collapsing on top of me.
We’re sweaty and shaking from the force of our climaxes, yet I can't remember a time I felt sexier.
Orlando shifts so he isn't on top of me and holds me in his arms.
I never dreamed that sex would be this good, this wonderful. I always thought it would be something I’d have to endure with whatever husband I ended up with, at least until we had kids.
I lie with my head on Orlando's shoulder and his arm wrapped around me, and we both watch the fish. What a show we gave them.
"I was thinking. Would you let me plan the next trip? I have someplace special I'd like to take you." He sounds so open and raw and vulnerable.
I know in my gut that whatever he wants to show me is important. "I'd like that."
We don't get out of bed for the rest of the night or leave the hotel room for the next few days other than to explore the resort. Orlando doesn't leave my side, not that he did to begin with. I don't even get to shower or bathe alone, but I don’t mind.
I can't wait to see what our next trip has in store.
If only I didn’t have the nagging worry in the back of my mind saying that people like us don't get our happily ever after.