Chapter 157 - We Started Our Marriage (Part 1) - Mddos
Verónica
I entered the room with a whirlwind of emotions inside me. Happiness couldn't fit in my body; deep down, I knew I hadn't died and had to acknowledge my stupidity—I almost lost my life. I admit my stubbornness, but in my defense, I didn't remember, I was on another plane of existence. God, thank you.
I reached the giant closet before the bathroom. Upon opening it, there was a lot of my clothes and my husband's. I searched through the immaculate drawers, pulled out one of his white t-shirts to sleep in, and while looking for underwear, I found a box. When I opened it, there was a variety of sizes of anal plugs, or so the box said, and I couldn't help but feel my face heat up.
"You found them." His voice sent shivers down my spine. "Verónica, I love seeing you blush, but now you're turning very red."
"This is..."
"What I'll use to train that delicious ass of yours."
I shouldn't get upset. I had always known and accepted not just being his slut, but fulfilling his desires. I couldn't say no. So far, I've enjoyed everything I've experienced with Roland sexually. It seemed wonderful to me, and although it embarrassed me, his tongue passing over that place... I admit, it drove me wild.
"Breathe, my love. I won't do it yet. Before I introduce this," he took the plug from my hand and put it back, "my fingers will go first to train it, relax."
"You talk with such ease..."
"Verónica, there should be no taboos between us about our sexual intimacy."
He took my hand, closed that drawer where I saw other things, and opened the one with my underwear, pulling out a pair of panties.
"You shouldn't wear clothes, they'll just get in the way." His mischievous look made me smile a little. "You can't deny that I'm speaking as clearly as possible now; you know perfectly well the words running through my head."
"Roland, I understand that, it's just... I can't help feeling a bit embarrassed. I promised and I want to live up to your expectations..."
"Beautiful, I won't force you into anything. If any position makes you uncomfortable, just say so, no problem. The topic of sex is important in a marriage; perfect harmony comes from talking about it. You'll see, you'll like it. I'll prepare you for me little by little."
"Do you mean that when you introduce the size five from that box, I'll be ready for your penis?" I felt my cheeks heat up again.
"In theory. I don't want to hurt you; I just want to teach you to know your body, discover the pleasure I can offer you. Likewise, I'll enjoy putting it in you. I like erotic games, and it's something I want to share and enjoy with my wife."
"Roland, that sadomasochism thing isn't..."
"Never, Beautiful. But there are toys, implements that will make our intimacy more fun." He had taken me in his arms, and I felt his hard member. "Yes, my love, I want to be inside you again."
He pulled off his shirt like it was a dress. He was already naked, and now I was too. I wrapped my legs around his waist when he lifted me and squeezed my buttocks, making me shiver again.
"I love how your skin trembles under my touch."
"Show-off."
His mouth claimed mine as he walked us to the shower. Water jets came out from different directions, making me smile. Nothing about him was conventional; it was a shower tower, with jets coming from the walls too.
"Goodbye to the brushing Diana did for me." His laughter warmed my soul. It was incredible how a kiss from him could restore me, how his caresses made my wounds disappear. "This way, you shower quickly."
"That's the idea, come."
We moved to a spot where the water didn't fall from above. He took the shampoo... it was the one I used! I looked at him, and he smiled, that blessed, beautiful smile that completely melted me.
"You can't find it here. There's a whole box in the ranch's basement. I love the smell of your hair; I don't want to change that. And when you want to use another, I hope it has a nice aroma."
What can you say to that confession? Nothing, just let your eyes speak. He started washing my hair. Maybe hundreds of women had passed through the great Roland Sandoval's bed, and I could swear this was the first time he washed anyone's hair.
"Yes, Beautiful, if someone had told me I'd be like this with a woman, I might have shot them for blasphemy. And look at me here, drooling over you."
He finished. With one hand, he took the sponge, applied liquid soap, and started scrubbing my entire body, kissing places before they were soaped. He kissed my wrists again, as well as the scar under my bust.
"I don't want any more scars on your body, Vida."
I was kneeling, scrubbing my legs, and he reached my feet. He turned me around, not only kissing my buttocks but also licking them. I smiled, having a husband who was a delicious pervert. He continued up my back while kissing my neck, and my skin automatically tingled with pleasure. His penis pressed against my backside.
"My turn." The mischievous glint in his eyes made me even more excited. I grabbed the shampoo. "You need to bend a little." He leaned forward, and I washed his hair. "You look more handsome with hair."
"Thanks for the compliment." He still had that cheeky look, and I licked my lips. "That gesture says you're savoring me in your thoughts?"
"I need to get used to your sexual arrogance."
"Veronica..."
Bless that husky voice. No wonder they called him the king of sex; he hadn't even touched me, and just by looking at me and speaking that way, I was already melting between my legs. I took the sponge, and after applying soap, I washed his back, his legs, then turned him around to wash his neck and chest.
"You're doing it on purpose, aren't you? My penis is about to explode, and you haven't even touched it."
"Returning the favor."
I knelt and, seeing his member, large and erect from my caresses, my mouth watered. Without further ado, my tongue caressed it. The water had already washed the soap off, and Roland closed the jets coming from the walls, leaving only the one above as if it were a conventional shower.
I licked his testicles; I wasn't an expert, but when I did it, it made him moan several times, which had to be a good sign. I moved up to his tip, my tongue circling his glans, slowly taking more and more of him into my mouth. Licking, gently biting, sucking when necessary, I savored him as if he were a delicious candy. I forgot everything around me; it was just that piece of flesh and me.
"Shit! You suck incredibly."
A feeling of superiority grew in me, and I began to demand more with my caresses, running my tongue from the base to the tip and then taking him as deep as my mouth could manage. He was big and thick. I couldn't understand how that fit inside me.
"Beautiful, I'm going..."
A deep groan took over Roland. He didn't finish talking when I sucked his penis, and he fell apart, now coming in my mouth, his hand gripping my hair to push himself deeper. Suddenly, the water jets came back on. He had me pinned against the bathroom wall, my legs wrapped around his waist. He positioned himself at my entrance, and as I expected, he thrust in with one stroke.
"You're an excellent sucker; you make me come so quickly with your mouth, Beautiful."
I said nothing. His thrusts were devastating everything inside me, filling me with him, his mouth on my neck, his tongue behind my ear. Without needing to be told, he discovered that I didn't like my ear being kissed, but it drove me crazy when he did it behind my ear. I lost all sense when he did that.
"I love understanding your body."
He whispered. He pressed on my waist while thrusting harder, and I felt him deep inside me. In two strong movements, I let go, my body trembling, collapsing onto his shoulder as the spasms continued, tightening around him, making Roland come too.
"You're so damn tight, Vida. You squeeze it wonderfully."
I wanted to silence him when he said that, but no, as dirty as his words were, my libido loved it. Everything hurt, but I wasn't going to complain. I needed to get used to his intense needs.
"Are you okay?"
"A bit tired, but very good, more than good."
His kiss on my forehead and his arms around my body were the best reward for my sore nether regions.
"Let's rest." We got out of the shower, dried off, and I put on the T-shirt I had taken out. "You know... when I saw you take one of my T-shirts, spray it with my cologne, and put it on to cry with my ring in your hands, I almost took a flight to get home."
"How did you know?"
"I had access to the cameras. I confess, I slept with the laptop next to me, watching you sleep. I still have no idea what I did to deserve you." He took my waist and kissed my wrists.
"Are you going to make that gesture a habit?"
"It's the least I can do. It will always be a reminder of how I almost lost you and for you to remember to listen to me." I pushed him away, got under the covers since the air conditioning was quite cold. "Yes, run away. I'll always remind you, none of this would have happened if you weren't so you."
"So me?!"