Night...

Rita Quinn

Sitting on the edge of the bed, my heart keeps racing nervously as I fondle with my fingers. I just showered and applied fragrance to my body, just as my maid, Lisa had advised me to. I don't know if it's a good idea, but she told me that Felix will like it.

The bathroom door that just opened, disrupts my thoughts. Raising my gaze, my jaw drops at the sight that welcomes me. Felix just stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. This is my second time seeing him naked, but my first time having access to gawk at his body. His body is dripping wet. His toned abs looks perfect for a model. I guess he visits the gym often, because of his well-built body. His raven hair is damp and clinging to his head, making him hot. Should I say that I am lucky to marry the most perfect man?

"Are you going to drool all day?" His dry voice jolts me back to reality, and I quickly turn my face away, while biting my bottom lip in embarrassment. He caught me drooling at him.

"Uhm..."

"Come here," he cuts me off in the sexiest voice that melts my heart instantly. As if his words are spell, I slowly stand up to my feet and walk over to him. He's standing close to the wall, having that desired look on his face. The look depicts how much he wants me badly.

Standing in front of him now, my heart pick race again as so many things rush through my mind. Thinking of what he might do to me tonight, make my legs weaken. I'm excited though.

Staring into my eyes intently with a smirk dancing at the corner of his lips, his hand slowly slide around my waist and pull me close to himself. Our bodies are now pressing hard against each other, and I can feel his manhood poking me down there. Although I haven't seen it, it feels like it'll be massive.

"Do you have anywhere to go tomorrow and next?" His husky voice sound through my ear as his breath fan my face. I stare back at him in confusion, wondering what he meant by that.

"Huh?" Confused, I hum.

"Because after I'm done with you, you won't be walking for the next forty-eight hours," my heart skip a beat as his words send cold shivers down my spine. My legs weaken on the floor, and a sudden lump forms in my throat.

Still trying to get out of the shocked state he had put me, a gasp escape my lips as I suddenly feel his tongue on the sensitive part of my neck.

My breath hitch as he bites on it slightly, teasing me with his tongue right there, and I throw my head back. His touch is driving me crazy, but I keep wanting more of him. I want him to do more. I run my fingers on the wall, trying to hold on to something to support myself, but there's nothing I can hold on to.

"How do you want it?" His husky voice brushes my ear, as he bites and licks on my earlobe, sending sparks through my body. My legs are beginning to fail to carry me again, as they now wobble on the ground.

"Felix..." His name escapes my lips in a moan before I can stop myself.

"Say my name again, wife," that last part make my heart lit up in excitement. I wish he call me that all day.

"Felix..." I moan his name again, shutting my eyes tightly and biting my bottom lip. My hands slowly find their way to his bare back, and they're so damn smooth and feels so sweet to touch. I couldn't have expected less. For someone that's into the production of cream, caring for his skin would be sure.

He suddenly pulls away from me, and my stomach growl angrily. Why does he have to stop? I'm enjoying every bit of this.

With a dirty smirk playing at the corner of his lips, he picks me up in a bridal style and heads to the bed. He carefully lowers me to the bed and gets on top of me. With his eyes lock with mine, he slowly remove the rope from my robe, letting it loose and revealing the red pant and bra I am wearing. Lisa got it for me. She said that he would go crazy when he see it. I pray it works.

He stares down at my cleavage with an unreadable expression on his face. I can't tell from his expression if he likes it or not.

Still confused about what he must be thinking, he suddenly lean closer and capture my lips in his, kissing me slowly and softly. I arch my back as his hand comes in contact with my skin. His hand crawls up my body until it gets to my chest, and he grabs one of my boobs. His every touch keeps driving me to the edge of craziness, and I can't help wanting more of him. He's so sweet, and I love that we got married.

"Hmm..." A soft moan tears through my throat, as I hold onto the duvet. My toes curl in and I bite my lip as I suddenly feel his tongue twirl around my nipple, sending a spark through my body...

The next day...

The white ceiling welcomes me back from dreamland once I open my eyes. Staring up at the white ceiling, memories of yesterday night flash through my mind, and I cover my face in embarrassment. Yesterday was so sweet. Now I understand why lovemaking on a wedding night is so special.

Holding the duvet on my chest to prevent it from falling off, I stand up from the bed weakly and amble to the bathroom. All my body aches badly.

Thirty minutes later...

Descending the staircase, the aroma of delicious food welcomes me, and I smile. Gosh! I was so hungry. It's a good thing that I'm going to eat.

"Here comes my beautiful daughter-in-law," Mr. Orlando welcomes me with a wide smile on his face. He's sitting in the dining room and having breakfast. I guess I woke up late.

"Good morning, Sir," I greet him politely, as I pull out a chair and sit on it.

"Call me dad," he corrects me, and I nod my head.

"Dad..." Although it sounds weird, but I seem to like it. It makes me feel loved.

"That's more like it," he chuckles.

"Where's Fe..." My words are cut in my mouth as I sight him walk in from the kitchen.

"You're awake already?" He flashes me a smile.

"Yes," I reply to him, avoiding his gaze. I feel so embarrassed, thinking about what happened between us yesterday. Maybe it's because that was our first time.

"I made breakfast," he says and starts serving us.

A few minutes later...

An awkward silence fills the air as we all eat. It feels weird eating with them, but I know that I'll get used to it as time goes by.

"Rita..." Mr. Orlando finally breaks the silence.

"Yes, si... Dad," I quickly correct myself.

"My company needs a manager while I'm out of the country for some time. I'll be leaving in a few days, and I want you to manage it on my behalf," he says, and I glance at him.

"Alright. I'll be glad to work in your company," I reply to him...