The first orgasm
She stood there looking at the vintage stems of the books. Some worn out yet they smelled heavenly.
She wanted to forget everything.
She needed a distraction. And hence she found her way in the library. Her favourite place in this enormous villa.
A Gothic style designed room, filled with books of every kind. Every genre; lined up in the shelves. The whole room illuminated with soft yellow tinge escaping out from the vintage lamps.
The room was big enough. Bookshelves adorned the walls. With two metallic shelves running down the room in the middle. A leather sofa on left. And a plush leather chair beside the window on the far right. There was a spiral staircase just a meter ahead to the leather chair. It ascended from the upper floor meeting the books halfway on the wall. The chandelier hanging from the ceiling cast a faint kaleidoscopic effect in the room. It was surreal and magic.
She grazed her finger on the old spines confused which to pick up. For tonight she would stay here in the library until she has forgotten their argument.
Don't think about it. She chided herself. He had said he was protecting her. But why now? And from whom? Yes, she did had the slightest knowledge of something going wrong when he had bought her here.
Kidnapped, actually.
Theirs was an arranged marriage. He was so sweet before the marriage. Loving and caring, she had fallen instantly in love with him. She thought he was the one. That he would take away her pain from misery and loneliness. Only if she had known better. He discarded her on their first night.
Unwanted.
He didn't want her after their vows or so he had said. 'Do whatever you want to do, but don't involve in my business. Don't talk to me, don't be in my presence. Don't have hope that something will happen between us because it won't.' His ruthless words rang in her ears.
Memories were still fresh.
After six months of trying her best to win her husband, she was tired. And so she had left. Leaving her wedding ring behind. She had thought he would be happy but he had found her after eight months. He had kidnapped her two weeks ago and kept in this large villa.
He said he had missed her. That he was always sorry for treating her like she was unwanted when it was the opposite.
A frustrated sigh escaped her. This morning she had demanded the explanation of why she was here. She wanted to know the truth. And she did. She was in danger or so he had told her. She didn't believe the story maybe she did when he had shown her the photographs of she being followed by the black SUV. She was shocked to her bones. Never in her whole life, she had killed a fly and now someone wanted her dead. Then he had declared he loved her from the very beginning. The revelation had left her stunned. He wanted another chance. To prove himself. She became angry. She had every right to be. He was just playing with her emotions, she had told him. She didn't want to hear any explanation about his love. When she was safe enough she would leave him, she had declared. Then she had busied herself in her room and he didn't bother her for the rest of the day.
On the contrary, different what if's were swirling inside her mind. He did say he wanted another chance. Yes, she wanted that too. A tiny hope grew in the pits of her belly. But she didn't want to be hurt again. Going all through the pain of being not wanted by the person you love was equal to death.
The fact that she was still his wife on the papers mattered. She should have filled for the divorce when she had left. But she wanted to go from that cage. And so she was gone. Leaving the wedding ring on the kitchen counter with no note and no messages. She had thought he won't remember her but he had found her. Just when she had started to find her freedom.
"Did you find what you are looking for?" His cool voice startled her.
She gasped. Her foot missed the step on the staircase and she found herself falling backwards. Only she did not hit the ground. A pair of strong muscular hands clasped her hip. Steading her.
"Careful," he said in a low husky voice. His breath hovering on her ear.
He was close. Too close. She was fully aware of his muscular body glued with her feminine form. Heat surged through his hands where he held her. Her heart raced at a much faster pace. His touch is not too delicate neither too rough. But it was enough to awake the desires that lay beneath her exterior.
She held on to the railing of the staircase and freed herself from his grasp. She descended the stairs needing to put some distance between them. While moving down his chest brushed past her. The sharp intake of his breath did not go ignored. Her breath hitched as well.
"You should be careful. You're always clumsy" he descended the stairs following her.
"Well, if only you would make a sound while moving I wouldn't be that clumsy! You scared me." She muttered angrily and started searching the shelves for a good book.
"Didn't mean to scare you and my feet don't like to make a sound" he shrugged.
First, he had scared her and second he had the decency to shrug.
No sorry.
No apologies.
"What are you doing here, Sienna? You should be in bed by now" His authoritative voice spoke.
"What I'll be doing in the library, James?" She asked sarcasm dripping in her voice. Like hell, he doesn't know!
"It's late" he was close but not touching. Still, Sienna could feel his body warmth radiating. He was still in his black tailored suit. Meaning, he just came from work. He was a workaholic. It was like this even back then. She used to wait late hours for him just like today.
No.
She didn't wait for him today. She had gone to sleep but couldn't sleep. She has tossed and turned in her bed. She wanted to forget their morning conversation and only books could do that to her. Whisk her away in her dreamland.
She didn't answer him. She traced her fingers on the old spines reading each title.
A sigh escaped behind her. James was a patient man. But sometimes his patience had limits.
"It's 12:30 am Sienna. Go to bed". There, he was back. Demanding and full of authority. Dominating. Where everyone in the world known to her called her 'Vi' he preferred to call her Sienna and she liked it.
She hated him for that. She hated how he controlled her. It wasn't like he was manhandling her. But she liked her freedom. She didn't like being told what to do and what not.
"I'll go when I want to," she was being stubborn and remained at her spot her gaze lingering between the books.
"Fine." He stepped closer right behind her. His both hands came on each side of her trapping her in between the shelves and his rugged body. His breath, hot flames on her neck.
She stilled. He let his hands fall and raised them only to rest on the delicate curve of her hips. Gently he drummed his fingers on her hips.
"Tell me why you are angry?" He murmured inhaling that rich citrus scent from her shampoo. He loved that smell on her. It reminded him of summer. Fresh. Beating the summer heat. However, he couldn't ignore the heat between them. He felt it and knew his sweet wife felt it too.
Yes, he had made mistakes in the past. Which he wasn't proud of. He had discarded her as if she was a one night stand. Although they never sealed their marriage with love bonding. For he was sure a slightest of her touch would make him want her more. That was all in the past though.
Now, when she was here standing before him, trapped in her flimsy white nightgown all he wanted to do was rip that flimsy material off her and have her right here in his library.
Earlier when he had come home he had gone to check up in her room only to find the bed empty. He had the idea she would be here rummaging through the shelves for a good book. He knew she wanted a distraction from their morning conversation. And what a sight it had been when he had finally found her.
Her petite form was leaning on the staircase as she concentrated on the old books before. Her delicate fingers slowly moving on the spines to read the titles. Her nightgown was delicate and white he could see her perfectly shaped body through it. Although it was loose the material hugged her in the right places on her delicious curves. The soft glow illuminating the library didn't help to make her look angelic.
An angel disguised as the vixen.
His mind played visions of him and her. He knew the type of distraction that will make her forget about everything and only remember him. When he held onto her hips he noticed the faint lacy bra and panties. His imagination had skyrocketed. How can someone look so pure yet so sexy?
He continued drumming his fingers on her hips.
"What are you doing?" Sienna breathed.
"What do you think?" He challenged her back.
He kissed the exposed skin on her neck. Thank God, she had her hair up clasped in a black clip though he liked her hair down. Those raven waves were soft and silky. He continued kissing her. Soft feather trails along her shoulder till her ear. Her breath halted. Her mind became hazy. She needed to think and to get out of here. Away from him. Before she succumbed to his delicious raving.
"James.." she moaned his name when he took her ear lobe in his mouth and softly bit onto it. Neurons exploded in her body by this small action. He continued to suck the earlobe. Her legs wobbled but he kept her steady.
Slowly his hands roamed along the sides of her body. Just the fingertips but he didn't stop sucking. She arched her neck and let it fall on his shoulder. He supported her small weight on his body.
"You didn't answer my question Sienna?" He rasped in her ear.
"I asked you why you are angry?" His hands continued massaging her. She relaxed under his touch.
"I, I " Sienna couldn't think properly. Her mind was dizzy from the massage she was receiving from her rogue husband.
"You what?" He pinned her with another question.
"I'm not" she breathed. Her breathing shallow.
"Liar" James bit into her neck and sucked the spot. She bit her lip from escaping a moan. He didn't stop with the torture.
"Tell me what you want?" James sucked on the spot and blew air on it. She shivered in response. He smirked against her skin. Her body was responding to his touch.
And so was he.
"Stop touching me" Sienna found his hands and held them near her abdomen.
"Okay." James freed his hands from her grasp and let her left hand onto her breast and squeezed the soft globe.
"I said not to touch me," she said her eyes wide a small gasp escaping her soft pink lips.
"I'm not touching you. It's your touch. I'm only guiding you". He guided her right hand down south and allowed her fingers to rub over her sacred place.
Sienna let out a moan. James guided her hands to squeeze her breast and rub her. A shaky breath filled the library. James continued with his delicious torture. He let her hand free the plump breast from the bra. Her nipple had hardened he could see it straining against the flimsy nightgown. James took her thumb and forefinger and chaperoned herself to pinch the hardened bud. Sienna jolted in response. He guided her hand under the nightgown lifting the material. Slowly trailing her fingers on her inner thigh until they reached the sacred place. He rubbed her palm on her core. She gasped knowing how wet she had become. Her face flushed. The lacy cloth added friction and burned her skin. Her body erupted in goosebumps. Her every fibre alive. He let go of her right hand.
James let her hair down as he unclipped it. He took the black clip and clasped it on her right breast. A shot of pain burst through her followed by a wave of pleasure which directly hit the nerves in her lower belly. She was high on drug and she was enjoying it. James took off the clip and guided her left hand on her right breast. The nipple was straining from the lacy bra he helped her to pinch it. In response, she moaned deep.
In the meantime, she was aware of the masculine shaft that pressed between her ass. She was fully aware of how aroused they both were. James was hard and enlarging. Adrenaline pulsed through her. Her lower belly tightened with spasms. All she could do was follow James and his filthy ravishes. Who would have thought a husband would guide his wife to make her own orgasm. That thought left a whimper in response from her.
Her scent of arousal filled his senses arising from his primal instincts. James wanted to touch her. Skin to skin. But not without her permission. He was aroused seeing the way Sienna's head rolled onto his shoulder, her lips slightly parted with pleasure and her eyes closed in ecstasy. He knew she was still a virgin. At twenty-seven his sweet innocent wife was still a virgin. And he wanted to claim her. To brand her in his scent. His arousal was straining from his trouser pants. All he wanted to do was bury his seed deep inside her virginal being and claim her his own.
"Sienna, do you want me to touch you?" James asked. His voice filled with lust. He resumed rubbing her guiding her hand.
Sienna didn't know what to say. She has never experienced something explicit before. However, she had read it in the romance novels. She had taken the pleasures of reading the erotica genres. Yes, she had touched herself. But not this way.
Nevertheless this, this was different. She wanted to say yes desperately but allowing herself to succumb under his touch means he would have full control over her. He did have full control over her body the way she responded to every exploration he made by guiding her.
Oh, how many times she had imagined James hands all over her. The way he would look her with those striking blue eyes made her shudder in the places she didn't know existed. And now he was asking her permission. She knows he was mocking her, she was well aware that he knows she wanted her as much as he wants her.
Her train of thoughts stopped when James guided her right hand inside her lace panties and rubbed her there. She gasped and jolted. She was dripping wet. Her fluids nested on her fingers. James let out her hand and instantly she missed the connection.
"No" a plea escaped from her and her eyes flew open. Disappointment marked with desire swirling inside them. Her eyes met his, she shivered at the intensity of the heat radiating from them. His ocean blue orbs had turned a shade darker. He ushered her right hand towards his nose. As he took the sharp intake of breath his eyes closed at the scent of her virginal sweetness. When he opened his eyes they were pitch black.
He let her hand towards her mouth and ordered, "Taste yourself, Sienna". She obliged moaning in the process. Her own salty and sweet taste erupted a new wave of desire inside her. He removed her hand from her mouth.
"James.." she didn't know what to say.
"You didn't answer my question" his eyes hooded with desire. He let her right hand fall limp on her side and stopped the left hand from squeezing her now sensitive breast. She lay there on his body completely under his mercy.
James didn't touch her. He waited for his answer.
"Yes," she breathed.
"Yes, what?" James enjoyed toying with her.
"Touch me" as soon as the words flew past from her soft pink lips he turned her and pushed her gently through the shelves and kissed her.
Hard. Dominating.
He grazed his teeth on her bottom lip and invaded his tongue inside her. She tasted sweet. His tongue collided with hers. He had waited for this for so long. He invaded her mouth while his hands roamed down her body. When his hands found the hardened bud from the previous torture he pinched it. The relation he got in return was a shudder that went through her. She held onto his shirt her legs trembling as he ravished her. His hands roamed further down. He rubbed her across the damp panties. He groaned in her mouth knowing she was dripping. He kissed her harder letting in settle that only he could have this kind of effect on her. Nobody else. He nudged her legs apart for better access. He curled his fingers around the hem of her panties and snap! He tore them. He cupped her bare skin. Her skin was moist and smooth. Shaved. He liked it smooth although he wouldn't mind having some hair.
She wanted this. His rough touch on her. How many sleepless nights she had fantasized about this.
They broke the kiss panting heavily. But James didn't stop. He dipped his head and took the breast in his mouth with the flimsy nightgown covered on top. He took a soft bite of the nipple and it puckered sticking to the nightgown. James blew air on it. Sienna jerked up from the cool air.
His hand found the sleek folds of her womanhood. Moist with her juices he pinched the nub circling it with his thumb. His expert fingers found her way and he inserted a finger. Her muscles tightened around him. He knew she would be tight. He knew she was close. But not now. A little bit longer. A little of that sweet torture for his virgin wife. He circled his finger inside her in slow motion. Motioning his finger in and out several times he curled the finger in 'come here' gesture. At this point, Sienna convulsed. Her lower belly increasing with spasms. Just as she thought she was close he inserted another finger stretching her.
"James please" she pleaded her head backwards as she gripped his shirt for support.
Her inside muscles gripped his fingers as he continued to ravish her tight cunt. He knew she was close. He released her breast and claimed her mouth again. He kissed her mouth as he continued fucking her vagina. He fought for dominance. His tongue clashing hers. His fingers thrusting deep inside her. He thrusted with vigour and pinched her nub hard. He felt it. With a loud rumble, she came on his hand in long gushing sounds. He finally broke the kiss. Both panting heavily.
When her orgasm stopped James took his hand and licked off her juices. Sienna watched him with hooded eyes.
Tired she collapsed but James held her. He chuckled softly.
"I just gave you your first orgasm and look at you. You are worn out. What will happen when I will take your virginity wife?" He smiled roguishly.
Sienna closed her eyes on her worn-out body's account as James held her in his arms and walked out of the library.
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Hi Lovelies
This book will be dirty and smuty
My imagination is beyond when it comes to this book of one shot Erotica's
Let me know by reviewing and commenting how you liked it
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