THIS IS ONE OF THE LONGEST CHAPTERS I'VE EVER WRITTEN AND IT'S VERY SPECIAL 🌹
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Opening the door, the first thing I noticed was a plastic bag sitting on the bed. Curious, I walked over to take a look at what was inside. To my surprise, not only Hunter had bought me a new midnight black nightie but also a bra and panties. They are an exclusive design of some fancy lingerie. All pearl white lace and finery.
Wow! What an unexpected bonus.
I started to undress myself and put them on. All of the clothing was a perfect fit. Pulling the hair tie from my hair, I let it fell freely againts my shoulders.
When I stood in front of the mirror, I could hardly recognize my own self. I looked so different. Sexy and wild even. I don't know. My mind drifted to the memory of my first time in this thin fabric. I CHICKENED OUT! I didn't even want to get out of the bathroom at some point.
But now, I'm feeling like the most confident woman ever to exist on the planet in this nightie.
"Babe? Are you done?" he knocked on the door, startling me.
"Y-Yea." I stuttered as I was pulled forcefully out of my erotic thoughts.
I took a deep breath. Time to face Mr. Hunky.
I swung the door opened with a smirk on my face, teasing at his wild green eyes scanning my body.
"What are you looking at, mister?" I crossed my arms.
"Oh, you'll see." he threw back at me.
"C'mon, close your eyes. I have something to show you." he demanded and I did. He placed his hand gently on the area of my eyes to make sure I wasn't peeking.
"Watch your step." he warned, using his other hand to guide me.
We were taking our step slow and steady. I was afraid that I would tumble on something so I clung onto his arm.
"Where are you taking me, Hunter?" I giggled and raised my hand in front of me to find my way as I was blinded.
"We're almost there, okay?" he responded.
In a minute, I heard the sound of the door clicking and Hunter led me inside. I have no idea where we actually ended up.
Suddenly, he removed his fingers from my eyes and whispered sweetly, "Happy 2 months anniversary, baby."
When I opened my eyes, I was ASTONISHED. My mouth literally dropped to the floor. The bedroom was unrecognizable. There were red roses on the table, heart confettis were hanging from the ceiling and petals were scattered all over the place. All the lights in the room were off and replaced with the glowing light of hundreds of scented candles that glowed soft and pale around the room. The perfume fragrance lingered the air and I breathed in the sweet scent.
The rose petals laid over the mattress and the floor like fallen leaves during the Autumn. The colour overlapped me with joy that brought my hands swooping down on instinct. I let my fingers touched the perfumed soft petals, holding them up briefly to take in their sweet aroma before letting them tumble from my hands back to the floor.
"It's beautiful, Hunter." I said, a smile grew instantly on my face.
"You like it?" he asked, slightly embarrassed.
"Of course. I didn't know you can be this romantic." I teased him, walking over towards him and he welcomed me into his arms as he rested both hands on either side of my waist.
"It's not a big deal. I've spent like an hour or two to decorate this room just for you."
'Oh yea! Of course. That's why he turned me down earlier today. He had planned all of this just for me.'
"I see, so I've been married to a romantic gang leader I guess..." I tapped my chin with one finger, crinkling my nose.
"Only when it comes to you." he grinned, taking my hands in his before placing a kiss on top of them.
"You're so beautiful." his eyes raked down my body from the bottom to the top, setting my tense nerves on fire.
"Yea? Both of us?" I tilted my head to the side while rubbing my belly.
He smiled, "Both of you."
He dropped down to his knees in front of me, running his hands up and down my hips then jerked me forward, pressing his mouth against my belly.
"You'll be surprised at how beautiful your mother really is." he breathed out, whispering softly to our miracle.
My breathing stopped. Oh God! He's talking to the baby. He loves my little jellybean. He loves both of us.
"I like the feel of this fabric on you. You should always be in satin or silk." he said.
"I'm sure you do." I stuck my tongue out, making him annoyed and I loved it.
He looked up at me with those brilliant green eyes and stood back up to his feet.
He raised his hand in front of him, pointing at something behind me and said, "Shall we?"
I turned my back around and saw a piece of cake rested on the bedside table. He placed both his hands on my shoulders and led me to the bed. He lifted the saucer from the table as we sat down on the edge on the bed.
"Chocolate?" my eyebrows raised in excitement.
"Your favourite." he smirked, taking a fork and cut a small piece of it before bringing it to my mouth.
"Hmmm...It's nice." I grinned, admiring the exquisite taste of it.
"I thought you might like it."
"Thank you for all of this." I whispered, leaning in to kiss his cheek.
"Sahara, I couldn't fucking describe how lucky I am to deserve someone like you. I've tried to stay away from you as possible because I absolutely don't want to ruin someone so innocent like you. But at the same time, my mind kept on fucking with the idea of us being together. That's when I knew I couldn't let you go. I wanted you so bad. I know from the moment I first saw you, you're gonna be fucking mine and the mother of my children. When I asked you to marry me, I just thought that maybe if I could get my hands on you, I could make you fall in love with me. In fact, I did. My love for you has been growing stronger day by day. I'm one lucky son of bitch for the gift of waking up beside you every morning." his forehead dropped to mine when he was done with his confession.
'Oh, there he goes. He is being romantic again.'
"I love that I'm the only man who has had you. Those lips have only been wrapped around me." he whispered, reaching up for my face and caressing my bottom lip with his thumb as if to remember what they actually look like.
"That body has only been touched by me." his hands went up and down my arms and I gasped at the warm touch.
"Everything about you had only been presented to me." he ran his hand through my hair.
"And I love you for that. Thank you for everything, Sahara." he declared, looking down while rubbing my belly and then back at me.
"The baby is a miracle. Our first night together. We were already made to be together and this baby would always bring us to each other no matter what."
"Oh, Hunter. That was beautiful." I whined, suddenly overwhelmed by joy.
He put one hand over mine, "What did an asshole like me do to deserve you?"
'Oh God! He's so beautiful in this moment. His midnight hair is such a contrast to the brightness of his eyes. Everything about him is a contrast to his eyes. He is just too perfect, even the small scar that marks his left eyebrow. I want him. I want him now! That's that!'
IGNORING HIM, I reached out for the saucer in his hand, taking it from him and placing it back on the small table.
Without letting myself overthought my actions, I climbed onto his lap and my knees rested on either side of his thighs. I launched myself at him so hard that he almost stumbled backwards onto the mattress along with me.
Regaining his balance back, I felt his arms traveled along my body, sending sparks flying all over my soul. I adored him more than anything or anyone.
"Maybe you're just lucky I guess." I said, grabbing his face between my hands before slamming my lips to his. I could taste his surprise as I pushed my tongue into his mouth.
Kissing him passionately, my fingers gathered his hair. I want to touch him, EVERYWHERE. I sighed against his mouth and enjoyed nothing but the feeling of love, desire and lust that we have for each other. Whenever I'm in his arms, I sense that peace comes over me. He is my home sweet home.
He deepened the kiss and those hands drifted across my back, exploring the bare skin that was barely covered by the nightie until he reached the small of my back, pulling me closer to his torso. He slid his hands under the fabric and lifted it up so that he could feel me againts him, earning himself a moan.
As the kiss became hungrier, my hands went down to the hem of his shirt in an attempt to remove it but...
All too soon, he suddenly pulled away to break the kiss and I gazed at him, thinking if I did something wrong.
"Wait..." he interrupted, pushing me by my shoulders and stopping what we were doing right on the spot.
I frowned while staring back into his emerald green eyes that glimmered like the stars in the sky, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." he shook his head.
"It's just..." he trailed off, HESITANTLY. I know he was about to tell me something but unfortunately turned down the idea to do so.
"Tell me." I palmed his face in my hands.
"Are you sure you wanna do this? Because..."
"I don't want you to end up hating me and screaming at me again, saying that you've regretted every single moment that we had together in the morning." he blurted out sadly, panting.
The guilt sat not on my chest but inside my brain. What I've done could never be undo, it was a stain on me, an ugly scar. One and only thing that can rebuild me anew is his perfect love. I thought maybe if I turned it all back to where we left off, it would be enough to erase the guilt.
"Hunter, please don't say that." I sobbed, my hands squeezing him.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I know I was wrong for leaving you that day. Why can't we just forget about it and start over?" I pleaded, making me sound a little bit guilty and desperate at the same time but I couldn't care less about it anymore. I need him and I know he needs me too. End of story!
"Please..."
Realizing his hesitation, I twisted his hair in between my fingers and assaulted his mouth once and for all while begging between our lips, "I need you."
And that's all it takes.
Regardless, my desire unfurled, blossoming deep inside of me. He kissed me back and I mercilessly went for his neck, sucking at the skin hard in between my teeth.
I can't wait to get my hands on him. My fingers are itching to touch him.
"Fuck, Sahara..." he moaned. I felt his body tensed and he was under a spell.
Shortly after, he tossed me over onto the mattress like my body weighed nothing and he was on top of me IN NO TIME. He clasped his hands around my waist and dragged me to the center of the bed, placing his body between my legs.
Oh God! He is taking the lead.
We stared at each other for a moment. I smiled at him and he returned it back, taking my breath far away from here. He positioned his body over mine, so careful not to put his weight on me.
Although his eyes were calm, I noticed the feelings behind them as if he were longing for something. LONGING FOR ME.
"Not wasting any time, I see." he teased me playfully and I flushed.
Grabbing the end of my nightie, he tugged abruptly so that they came off IN ONE SWIFT MOVE, revealing to him the white lacy bra and panties that he just got me.
I'm half naked underneath, sprawled across our bed. Waiting. Wanting. NEEDING.
"So beautiful." he groaned, letting the fabric slipped out of his hand and fell onto the floor.
He spread his arms out to lift himself up while pinning me down against the mattress until my body couldn't move no more and he leaned in to kiss me again. I eagerly wrapped my arms around his neck to capture his lips.
Gentle but passionate, he pressed his lips onto mine. Hunter's lips were delicate and warm against my skin. He laced our fingers together and I squeezed his hand firmly as he placed soft butterfly kisses along my jawline.
After a few seconds, he viciously went to assault my neck, resulting to the soft whimpers escaping from my lips. Moving, he kissed the spot behind my ear which actually tickled me.
He knows how to TOUCH me so well.
"You have no idea how long I've been waiting to feel you again, Sahara." he breathed out in my hair and tugged at my earlobe.
"Yes." I moaned, my eyes screw shut.
My fingers worked their way to undo the button and glided down his shirt to the next one, hearing him catching his breath. When it was hanging loosely on him, I pushed it slowly off his shoulders and he sat up to finish the job.
"Eager?" he touched my nose with his index finger and I nodded.
Hunter fisted his hand in my hair and tilted my head to the side to get easy access to my neck. His mouth latched onto the skin, igniting my already heated blood.
He ran his lips up to my jaw, nipping softly and his hand brushed my hair back from my shoulder. His kisses were on my shoulder and in my hair.
"You do have the most beautiful skin ever, Sahara Lydia." he continued to whisper sweet things to me.
Reaching up to rub his bare chest, my hands seemed to have a mind of their own when they brushed across his collarbones and I glided my little fingers slowly down to his six-pack, taking in his breathtaking physiques.
The other hand slid around my waist and he pulled me close to his body but made sure not to put too much pressure on my stomach, where the baby is resting.
"Oh God!" I purred gently. My fingernails were digging into his back as he pressed his body firmly against mine.
Bending over, his mouth finding its way to my chest, down to my stomach before stopping at my navel. He kissed my belly, hot but soft kisses and his eyes gazed up at me while his hands continued their slow tortuous journey along my thighs, teasing and burning.
Hunter's cold wedding ring made direct contact with my skin, making me shiver in pleasure.
"Just breath, Sahara." he whispered.
As he kissed his way gently up my neck to my lips, it filled my body, from head to toe, invigorating me and filling me with a passion and hope that was powerful.
"Oh, Hunter..." I screamed, singing his name like a prayer as he kept on torturing me, his tongue ventured every inch of my body.
My fingers clutched the duvet and my back arched as I surrendered myself to him, his lips seductively heading south. Eyes closed, lips parted as my breathing shallowed.
Feeling brave, my hands clawed at his back before tugging at his jean button, unzipping and pulling them down below his hips, leaving him only in his boxers. He sighed and we both moaned once our skin touched.
I feel so alive under his TOUCH.
"You're so ready for me. Let me..."
"Let me take you one more time."
"Let me give you what you always wanted." he panted as our cravings for each other became stronger.
"Y-Yes." I chocked on my breath, my head fell back.
"I love you, Sahara." he groaned and buried his head in my neck, placing few more delicate kisses THERE.
My breathing was getting heavier and I was trying so hard to respond back to him while catching my breath, "I-I love you too." I finally made the declare AND...
Yeah! He made love to me. We're together that night. We've been looking forward to this moment long enough and it was unbearable. That night was SPECIAL for both of us.