Page 18 of Beast's Wife

“I know, but I wanted to get up here quickly and didn’t want to argue about what room we’re in.”

“Are you used to getting your own way?”

“All the time,” he said.

She nodded her head. “I can see that.”

He chuckled. “Unless you want to go to your room, and we’ll stop this tonight?”

She shot him a glare, and she shook her head. “No, no, it’s fine.” She pressed her lips together.

“Good, take the dress off,” he said, and stepped away from her.

“What?”

“The dress, I want it off. I’ve already taken care of the panties. Now, I want the dress completely off.”

She glanced down at her body, frowned for a second, and then nodded. “Off, you want it off, right? Of course.”

She gripped the edge of the dress, and Carver watched her wriggle her way out of it. When she threw the dress to the floor, she still wore a bra, and rather than ask her to remove it, he simply reached out and opened the catch. Once it was opened, he peeled it off her body, purposefully touching her as he did so. Stroking the backs of his fingers down her shoulders and arms before allowing the bra to fall to the floor.

Now, his virginal wife stood before him. Her hands clasped in front of her stomach, her head bowed. Carver reached out to her, gripping her chin, and tilting her head back to look at him. He stared into her eyes.

“Don’t ever look down when you’re with me. You don’t need to submit to me.”

“I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“Then I will teach you,” he said.

Her eyes went a little wide, but then she nodded her head. He walked around her, looking at her body. She was so freaking sexy.

He’d already known he loved the feel of her ass in his hands, and he loved the rounded shape of it. There was no way he was going to be able to resist touching her, and as he cupped that delectable rump, he felt a tightening in his dick. Tracing a single finger up her body, he moved toward her hip, and then walking around, he stared into her eyes.

“Are you nervous?”

“Yes and no,” she said.

He waited.

“You want me to keep talking?”

He nodded his head.

“I’m nervous because I don’t know what I’m doing and I don’t want to mess this up. No, I’m not nervous, because I want to be here.” She frowned. “That made no sense to me.”

And Carver put her out of her misery by taking possession of her lips, kissing her hard. He heard her soft, subtle gasp that left her lips, then moments later it turned to a moan, which he swallowed down.

Moving her toward the bed, he dropped her down but didn’t stop kissing her. With his lips still on hers, he moved her toward the head of the bed, and only when she was settled did he break the kiss. Trailing his lips down her neck, he went to that special pulse at the side of her neck and brushed his tongue against her flesh, then he slid down her chest. She whimpered his name.

“Trust me,” he said.

“I do.”

The moment he was at her breasts, he took a second to decide which one to suck. Both of her tits were so delectable. He wanted to take both. He pressed them together and licked from one to the other. He took each nipple into his mouth, and then nibbled on the tender nub before moving to the next nipple.

Then, he couldn’t wait any longer, and his patience was growing thin, because he wanted to taste her. He wanted her screaming his name.

Kissing down her body, he settled between her spread thighs. He slid his hands beneath the curves of her ass as he finally got to her pretty, perfect pussy. He didn’t need to spread the lips of her sex. They were slightly parted. He didn’t mind the fine hairs of her pussy that coated the lips. He was after a woman. The scent of her was driving him crazy, and she madehis mouth water.