Chapter 92 - My Wedding Gift
The celebration of our marriage was organized to go late into the night, and anyone who wanted to stay could do so. The toast, the photos, the waltz, and every ritual that happens at a grand wedding were carried out perfectly. Inés, Simón, and the rest of those famous friends of the boss, who were a close-knit group of about seven, seemed like brothers. I hadn't realized that before. One of them was married, and when I was introduced to his wife, she seemed charming. They all radiated happiness and showed their respect, admiration, and affection. It was clear how much they adored my Roland. Inés, like a mother, Simón, Cebolla, and a tall blonde who turned out to be the youngest, appreciated him like a brother, and the rest as a great friend.
We were served lunch, and my husband couldn't stop playing with my wedding ring and looking at his own. I stayed quiet, planning to ask him to accompany me to the room after we ate so I could give him my wedding gift. We couldn't stop smiling, and I felt extremely happy.
"Come with me, love," I said, standing up from the table.
"But..."
"Come with me. I can't give you my gift here," I smiled.
"Alright."
As discreetly as we could, we left, holding hands, and entered the room. He started to get a little suspicious, looking at the bed where my wedding bouquet was. I locked the door.
"Love, can you help me take off my dress?" I tilted my head. "You're my husband now, you have the right to touch and caress me." He came to my back and put a necklace on me.
"Verónica, it's a keepsake. Promise me that no matter what happens, you'll listen to what's recorded on it tomorrow."
"I promise."
My heart was racing. He started unbuttoning the dress, and when he finished, I stepped back a bit. When I turned around, he was excited, shrugging his shoulders.
"What does the veil mean, Verónica?"
I finished taking off the dress, left in beautiful lace lingerie. He licked his lips, and that gesture of desire sent electric currents to my belly.
"It means purity. In the past, it symbolized virginity, confirming that I come pure to my husband."
Roland processed my words for a second, and I witnessed the uncertainty in his expression. His chin trembled, and he couldn't speak.
"I hope you like my wedding gift."
He smiled, then began unbuttoning his shirt—he looked nervous—he didn't move from his spot, undressing without taking his eyes off me. I was the one who walked toward him, and he cupped my face.
"Did you lie to me?" He bit his lips.
"I never have. I just didn't correct the conclusion you came to."
"I..."
"I was born for you, Roland, and if you believe in destiny, I'll be yours alone."
"Why did it take you so long to come into my life?"
I kissed the left side of his chest and felt him shiver. I was dying of nerves, but I took control, slowly kissing my way down his abdomen until I took hold of his member. I had done it before, and I enjoyed giving him pleasure this way. For a long time, I was only aware of licking him, hearing his gasps of pleasure. However, he didn't let me continue until the end.
He leaned down, and his mouth claimed mine. Gradually, he lifted me and led me to the bed. His hands began to explore my body, which trembled and was eager to meet his needs. His eyes shone to the point of getting misty. In the most delicate way, a way I never imagined feeling from him, he began to caress me. His lips traveled over every part of my naked body, his tongue playing with my nipples, biting them gently.
He continued downward, and what he had shown that night in the bathroom on my graduation day was just the beginning of what true oral sex could be. I went from desire to shame and from shame to desire. My skin tingled, my legs contracted every second as his tongue licked with determination. He explored and showed me the places where my sensitivity exploded. I married an expert in sex, and he sure knew how to make me scream. I didn't want to, I was actually embarrassed to scream, but I couldn't help it.
"I can't take it anymore, love, I need to..."
"Do it, Roland."
He positioned himself in front of me, my legs open and him kneeling, aligning with my body. Despite his efforts, he couldn't be more subtle than he was. He entered my body in one swift motion.
"Roland!" My stomach burned.
"You're too..."
He fully entered my belly, kissed my neck, and waited a few seconds before starting to move. With each movement, my stomach complained. He continued to excite me, caressing my most sensitive part with his finger. Within seconds, I began to contract with pleasure while my stomach burned from his circular and piercing movements, taking me to heaven.
"Look at me, Veronica, look at me."
Our gazes met. My body wanted to scream. The women who talked about their first time said you don't enjoy it, that it hurts a lot, and the pleasure comes with time. The truth was, it did hurt, but my husband knew how to drive me crazy. And I needed to scream.
"I want to hear you."
His movements intensified, and within seconds we were panting and moaning with our wet bodies until we reached the peak, both trembling. It was the most gratifying sensation. I don't know how much time had passed; I wanted to stay in his arms.
"I swear to be only yours, you have just become my final harbor." Tears streamed down my face, and I knew he was close to tears too. "I don't know if I deserved to be the first in your life, Beautiful, but you've just given me another reason to love you eternally." I covered my face. He smiled and withdrew very slowly.
"Gently, my love."
Roland looked different, he gazed at me with adoration. He offered his hand to help me off the bed, and I crawled to the edge. We kissed again.
"We need to change, the guests are waiting for us."
"As you command." I blushed. "You shouldn't be shy with me anymore and..." He traced my breast with his fingertip, making me even redder. "You are now my friend, girlfriend, wife, woman, and I hope you dare to be my lover."
His comment made me turn purple. I felt the same, but imagining the level my husband demanded, I wasn't sure if I was up to it.
"Think about it, you only have a couple of hours."
I smiled and took the dress meant for after the wedding's routine presentations.
"I won't be long, Mr. Sandoval."
"I'll be here, my lady."
I struggled to walk to the bathroom. When I came out, Roland had already changed and was looking at the bedspread.
"You've just made me the happiest man on earth. I don't know if I deserved it, but I swear, Beautiful, and you know it's true. I'll never be with another woman besides your representations." I furrowed my brow. "You just need to answer if you want to be my lover." I smiled. "What I've lived with you, being the first in your life, and knowing I'll be the last."
I looked at the bedspread, and there was a bloodstain spread along the movement made a moment ago when he helped me up.
"We need to go out."
"Yes, now for my wedding gifts." I touched the necklace. "No, Veronica, they're missing... I'll do something that would never have occurred to you, and it will be my first time."
A lump formed in my throat. I walked towards the door.
"I feel like I'm walking with my legs open." Roland's laughter as he opened the door was contagious. "Don't laugh, love... I really feel like I have a lot of tampons in."
"I tried to be as gentle as possible."
"Should I get used to the strong ones?"
"In a few days, I'll make love to you to make up for the days you sent me to the shower."
We left the room hand in hand, and when we reached the door to go outside, Simon was waiting for us. He looked at his friend, they hugged, and Roland whispered something in his ear. By Simon's expression, it was strange.
"Of course, enjoy yourselves, Mrs. Veronica."
I blushed, and Roland pulled me into a hug, his happiness evident.
"Don't take too long, I want to give my speech before my wedding gift arrives."
"I'll bring her right away, Boss."
Simon walked away, and hand in hand, we rejoined the gathering. My family was smiling. Roland left me at the table with my father and brother while he approached the stage, took the microphone, and asked the young man to turn off the music. Now, what is Roland going to do?