Chapter 191
Arrick picks me up outside my bedroom door, beingme about carrying me over the threshold and
orders me to close my eyes. I eye him warily, grinning like a weirdo and cover my eyes with my free
hand as I cling around his neck childishly. I have the giggling fits after our stealth maneuvers to get in
here undetected. All it did was highlight how drunk he is when we almost fell in rose bushes in the
onset of drizzle when he tried to piggyback me across the garden before we got soaked.
“Are they closed?” He nudges me, and I can hear him messing with the door to get it open while still
holding me up. The slight sway as we stand here has me a little seasick though and I wish he would
hurry up. Fresh air just made my queasiness intensify.
“Yup” I peek at the side of his face and melt with how ready I am for him to get the door open.
“Okay. Now.” Arrick walks us forward and I drop my hand as I look around the room for the first time
since I got ready here this morning. At some point it looks like he has had a squad of decorators or
something in here and my room has been transformed into a honeymoon suite to die for. I take it all in
silently, overwhelmed with so much in one go and have to digest it slowly.
My bed has been sectioned off with transparent fabrics hanging from the ceiling to create a faux four
poster bed and is inteced with tiny fairy lights. My window has met the same treatment and the whole
room has been adorned with white flowers and lights and candles almost everywhere. On every
surface to create an edge of blooms and soft lighting.
All my normal décor and childish things seem to be gone and the room has been redressed to match
the theme of our wedding, with the whites, creams and golds of our settings and matching roses and
lilies of our floral disys. The bed is covered with dozens of petals and the floor too. Even my bed has
satin and fur sheets and bedspreads that I have never seen before and one red heart cushionys in
the center of it all
Balloons are floating at the ceiling around us and every single inch is like some fairy-tale dream room
right out of a princess book.
“Oh my god.” I breath out, overwhelmed, as he slides me to my feet and props me in front of him, so I
can gaze around and let it all sink in.
“Do you really think I would hold back from touching you for weeks to then screw you in the garden?”
Arrick leans in kissing my exposed shoulder where my dress has slid, and I am speechless. I shake my
head, realizing that my romantic Romeo would of course put bells and whistles on our wedding night,
even if we did choose to use our family homes as the venues.
“It’s beautiful. I don’t know what to say.” I can’t hold back the sniffles and happy tears as he takes my
hands and pulls me inside the room to close and lock the door. Turning me with him before leading me
over to a golden trolley on wheels that’s decked out with champagne on ice, strawberries, and an array
of snacks. I giggle at his choices and hug him withplete adoration.
A bowl of Cheeto’s, te of cold pizza, candy, and popcorn. There’s bottles of coke on ice too and an
array of junk food and such on disy. He opted for Sophie food over sexy food and I think I could die
from cuteness overload.
“You’re some.” I sniff through my blubbering as he hands me a delicate ss, he pours from the
champagne bottle.
“I know. I figured I should embrace it.” He grins at me and hands me a napkin to catch my stray tears. I
dab my face, ovee with so many emotions that I am finding it hard to contain them and sip my
drink to clear my throat. Still tastes weird but I am not about to ruin this moment for him.
“I was a sure thing, none of this was needed.”
“Yeah but you know, you’re my Princess and I couldn’t drag you up here for wedding night sex without
making a big deal out of it. It may not be the first time but doesn’t mean it can’t be memorable and
special. It’s the first time as my wife.”
“Do I have to drink this and eat your hors d’oeuvres before you get me on the bed?” I ask him
innocently and a smile creeps across that face, sending my stomach into a mass of tingles.
“Nope. I’d rather we cut to the getting on the bed and thister.”
“Good, because I am not hungry for food… Just you.” I put my ss down and grab him by his cor,
pulling him over so I cany a kiss on him that kills all doubt as to what I want right now. Arrick drops
whatever he’s holding and kisses me back fiercely, pulling my face to his firmly and buries his fingers in
my hair. Kissing me like he can’t contain his need for me, and I get lost in the spike of fire between us.
He picks me up, wraps me back around his waist like we were in the garden and walks us to the bed.
Glued together, feeding from one another, and clinging desperately as we kiss. I can’t get enough of
him and consumed with the longing to be joined once more. It’s been too long.
He drops me on the bed on my back, pulling back to pull my shoes off and throws them over his
shoulder, catching the hem of my dress and levering it up and over me in one clean swoop as I wriggle
on the bed to help him.
Rolling on petals and having your body licked and kissed and teased by a man with spectacr sex
skills is about the single most erotic thing I have ever felt. Arrick has romanced me a million times
before, yet somehow this seems much more intense and my body is reacting to him with fire. The smell
of the flowers around me, the soft silkiness of both and the smooth cool sheets has me squirming with
anticipation as he pulls off my panties and buries his face between my thighs in one swift move.
He’s not mucking around and taking his time. Arrick is probably as wound up as me and desperate to
getid. We don’t do long periods of celibacy very well in a normal month and these past few weeks
have heightened this to fever pitch.
I pant as I let out a strangled moan of pleasure and w at him, arching as I lose control and push my
pelvis closer to that teasing tongue. He knows how to hit the right spot and I literally lose control of all
my limbs as he probes and sucks and teases me into a frenzy. His hands on my hips to keep me still
and I grasp at his wrists to hold on, because my body feels like it’s free falling. He feels so good and I
have missed the way he can bring me to this kind of ecstasy so effortlessly.
I don’t know if it’s because it’s been a while or my hormones are still recovering, but within seconds that
telltale tingling warmth from my toes starts to move up and envelopes me and I know I will onlyst
seconds before I cum. It’s crazily fast, even for me and I writhe and wriggle in a bid to slow it down. I
am all for an orgasm but not when I haven’t had a chance to catch my breath and let it build up to
something mind blowing.
“Arrick, wait” I push against his head in panic with the speed I feel iting and try to get him to slow
down. Clenching my thighs on him as he pulls back to look at me. Breathing hard, confused as to why I
am stopping him.
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“What is it?” he blinks up at me in confusion, his eyes crazily green and lust heavy.
“I didn’t say stop, I said wait… As in slow down. It’s happening too fast.” I grind into him impatiently and
he grins at me, all white teeth on show and that beautiful face making me crazy. I catch the look of
relief and I guess he maybe thought I wasn’t enjoying it.
“You know multiple orgasms can happen in a quick fuck too.” He grins, and I p him in his shoulder.
“I thought I told you to not call it that?” I giggle as he catches my mouth with his, climbing on the bed to
cage me and kisses me again. I have long gotten used to having him kiss me during oral and don’t
even blink an eye at my own salty taste.
“I’ll slow it down.” Arrick strains on one arm as he starts unbuttoning his shirt and I reach up to help
him, making short work of helping him get naked. Pulling his pants off as I wriggle to unclip my bra and
throw it off the bed until we are both very undressed and molded to one another once more.
“You nning on slow and romantic all night, or are you up for a little more Sophie and Arrick?” I giggle
when he trails fingers over my naked breast, making me shiver despite the warmth of the room and he
lifts his head from watching his progress to look at me.
“I am open to whatever happens.” He winks, and I know that’s his way of saying ‘if the mood takes you
and you want to tie me to the bed, bang me senseless and leave me covered in scratch marks and
bruises, then I am game.’
I bite my lip seductively then pull him down on top of me to bite his lip instead. Making it clear that
Sophie wants first time to be kinky and satisfying. I am in no mood for gentle, slow and easy. I want my
Carrero with the fiery and passionate side to let loose. Arrick wastes no time in reacting, devouring me
with a kiss he trails down my body and over my breasts and I arch again under him. His hands
skimming me, pulling me around and then he flips us, so I am on top and pushes me to sit up over him.
I grind down on him, finding him ready and willing to go as my hands work their way around his shaft to
finally connect us.
“We need a condom… wait.” Arrick leans over to reach out to the bedside table and I grab his wrist
impulsively. Nervous that I haven’t had the courage to broach this before now and hoping he doesn’t
take this the wrong way.
“We don’t … Maybe we should … You know?” I sound nervous and unsure as my heart somersaults
around in my chest; he gazes at me for a moment, his jawline tightens, and that tiny flicker of muscle
makes me feel sick again, this time with anxiety that I am ruining this moment.
“Is that what you want? After Paris… I figured you didn’t.” His eyes lock on mine and I nod. Unsure how
else to say, ‘I want to try for a baby.’
“I don’t know… Maybe.” I’m instantly shy, even though it’s dumb and Arrick is being way too
unreadable in this moment.
I’m ruining this. I should have just let him get a condom.
“Maybe or yes, Sophs?” He is being way to anal about my answer, looking deadly serious and I
swallow hard. Palms mmy and heart fluttering as everything inside of me starts to shiver. I know he
wants to be clear in case I get pregnant after this and freak out like before. He’s trying to make sure
this is not some impulsive drunk decision. I’m not drunk, it’s all I have thought about since that day.
“I want your baby.” I utter it softly, holding my breath.
Arrick sits up, pushing me back slightly so he can, andes nose to nose with me, straddling him still
in an intimate way and kisses me. He doesn’t say anything else, teases my tongue, locks my mouth to
his and slowly slides me up and enters me. Pulling me down on him and starts to move me against him
slowly and firmly. Both tears and relief battle to take control as I wrap myself around him and move
against him in time to recapture the fire of moments ago. Pushing the emotion away as pleasure
overtakes all and I am soon moaning and arching against expert hands as he thrusts into me over and
over.
Arricks teeth catch my nipples and I throw my head back, increasing the speed and rhythm of our
grinding. Body heating once more and aching with so many sensations. I’m set free, from everything,
and having him inside of me knowing there’s a very real chance we could be creating another life, fuels
me on in a way I never knew it could. Wanton, consumed by emotion and I am ravenous for him.
Moving hard and fast, riding him like a sex starved porn star, building to another crazily close climax
has me wing at him insanely. But nauseaes up fast behind the wave and dizziness is close on
its heel. Unable to hold myself together as ites to me out of nowhere, realization grips me as I try
to tense myself still. I grip his shoulders, nails digging in, but he seems oblivious, so lost in what he
feels that he’s missing that my aggressive sex tactics are turning into fear induced panic that I am
going to be sick over the top of him again. I can’t speak, vomit is literally bubbling up in my mouth as he
keeps thrusting into me, so that I have a mouthful of fluid in record time and I shove him back hard.
Arrick ils his hands as he falls back,ughing at my pushy assault because he thinks I am turning
dominatrix on him mid sex again. Only instead of carrying on, I fall sideways in a bid to get off him,
holding a hand over my mouth to contain it. Literally scrambling like a mad woman to not throw up on
him and make this so much worse.
“Sophie? Are you okay?” Arricks voice follows me as I fall off the bed and practically crawl for the
bathroom. I’m literally holding onto it with all my will power as I crash about clumsily with dizziness.
I don’t know how I do it, but I do. I get my face down the cold porcin bowl of my bathroom before I let
loose, throwing up dramatically and everything goes a little topsy turvy.