261: Their wedding night (part 2)

Their wedding night (part 2)

"I'll have my meal in bed." In a low, husky voice, he murmured.  2

Egon guided Adela through the room, his hand pressed to the small of her back. Upon closer inspection, the back of the bed was made up of a metallic structure with a jasmine motif. Adela's heartbeat accelerated, it seemed that her husband always had her in mind when making choices concerning their surroundings.

Egon exhaled deeply.

"I'm so finely attuned to the sound of your heart."

Upon hearing this statement, her heart raced even faster.

He removed his gloves, placing them on the bedside table next to the fruit plate before taking a seat beside Adela on their massive bed. Extending his hand towards the plate again, he picked up a strawberry then held it between his lips. Slowly, he savored the fruit, maintaining unbroken eye contact with his wife until she averted her gaze.

The rhythmic movement of his Adam's apple as he swallowed ignited a sense of thirst within her. She followed his hand with her eyes as it chose a ripe strawberry, which he then offered to her lips.

Firm and sweet.

"Why the smile?" he inquired, his own smile mirroring hers.

"I'm filled with happiness." 

"Is it truly so simple, a couple of fruit slices in bed, to bring happiness to my wife?" His tone carried a blend of amusement and gentle reproach.

Dipping a medium-sized strawberry into the small pot of honey positioned beside the fruit plate, Egon proceeded with unhurried precision before offering it into her wanting mouth. Her hand instinctively shot up as a bit of honey trickled down her chin, yet Egon intervened, preventing its escape.

"It appears my wife is a bit of a messy eater."

She drew in a sharp breath when he licked her chin, her gasp turned into a moan when his lips captured hers, and they shared a sensual kiss that tasted of honey, strawberry, and Egon.

"Delicious." He let out a manly moan that resonated deep within her lower abdomen parts. "On second thought, I will need that jacket back."

His hands worked quickly on the buttons, the oversized jacket slipped off her shoulders and fell to the bed.

"Much better."

He pulled her closer to him, covering her breasts with his chest.

"I'm not done feeding you, but your concerns were valid." His eyes traveled up and down her exposed parts hungrily, "I need to eat too."

He leaned forward and she leaned back, holding each other's gaze, she lay in bed, her fair hair falling in waves over the pillow.

Selecting another slice of tangerine, he presented it to her slightly parted lips. "Seems like you prefer this over the strawberry," he accurately observed, his thumb lightly grazing her lips as she enjoyed the fruit's flavor. He followed by playfully licking his finger with a mischievous grin, cupping her breast with his free hand.

She swallowed without really chewing. 

"I have my own preferences, you know? For instance, I'm strongly tempted to adopt your body as my go-to plate for all future meals. Everything would taste significantly better on you."

His tone carried a gravity that matched his eyes, leaving her uncertain whether he was jesting or truly earnest.

His hawk-like eyes grew gentle in the soft light, "We will wait until you are comfortable with everything else."

She found herself simultaneously horrified and incredibly intrigued. But his words took a backseat on her attention's priority list as she became preoccupied with his hands on her breasts, she felt her nipples hardening against his palms just like they did back in her room.

Shutting her eyes, she cleared away any remaining timid sentiments.

He is my husband, the sole man who can caress me in this manner, the only man I will ever love.

Her breath hitched when his mouth followed his hand.

"You taste so sweet."

He spoke with so much conviction while he switched between his fingers and his mouth; the intensity was overwhelming, causing her to grip the bed sheets tightly.

She pulled harder when his tongue circled around the sensitive parts that he was tugging at, her back arched as he continued his pleasurable torture, her hands left the sheets and held onto his head, feeling his soft hair between her fingers.

"Egon," She whined then frowned when he stopped abruptly and straightened up. Looking down at her, his lips were red, and his fiery brown eyes smoldered.

He gave her a heart-throbbing smile.

"My pants are getting very uncomfortable. But the sight of you..." he trailed off, his eyes following the mesmerizing motion of her breathing. "...I must remind myself to pause what I'm doing and steal a good glance at you from time to time."

When he stood up, her head tilted to the side, her eyes tracking his every move. The veins on his large hands stood out as he dealt with the buttons on his shirt, his movements impatient yet precise. Once finished, he let the shirt cascade down from his frame.

Adela's eyes absorbed every detail that marked his bronze skin, each muscle on his firm chest, and her gaze followed the scars that trailed down.

She stopped breathing when his hands reached his pants.

Seeing his erection pushing back against the zipper that strained to contain it, she understood what he must have meant when he said 'uncomfortable'. 

When he freed himself completely, her eyes went wide upon seeing the male part for the first time. The thought of having it inside of her seemed simply unachievable, not to mention outright scary. 

He chuckled. "All in good time, my sweet wife."

That redirected her focus to his face, and she observed as his eyes traced a path down to her underwear, then her legs, and back to her underwear again, accompanied by a broad, mischievous grin.

"I just recalled how famished I am. However, I intend to take it step by step." He looked conflicted. "There are so many things I want to experience with you."

She was trying to remember how to breathe when he climbed on top and took a hold of her ankles. Her head went back on its own when he brushed his fingers over her legs toward her underwear and was utterly mortified when her pelvis flexed in response. Egon moved quickly, planting short, taunting kisses on her right leg, between her feet and her knees, holding her ankles firmly yet gently.

When his lips reached the soft skin at the back of her knees, she started squirming.

It was too much.

"Easy," he breathed out, "We're just starting." 

"Egon…It's…I," She panted, contemplating how to construct a sentence that could adequately convey her emotions.

"I love every part of you, Adela, don't deny me the pleasure of exploring your body, I want to discover everything."

A sense of relief washed over her when he released her knee, but her anxiety heightened as he redirected his focus to her thigh. He kissed its front, then the inner areas, gradually and confidently advancing upward.

When she comprehended the direction his kisses were taking, she sat up abruptly. This was a territory never touched upon in the discussions the Baroness had with her concerning marital responsibilities.

"Relax, my love," Egon's husky murmur brushed against her skin, his gaze rising leisurely to meet hers, excitement evident despite his attempt at guidance. He moistened his lips, his eyes heavy with desire like two pools of passion as they remained fixed on her underwear.

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