unlace it. Once the dress slipped down, he bent to pick it up and drape it over the chair. He looked back at me with a hungry expression. I wore a white corset with panties, stockings, and a garter belt.
“Wow, you look so sexy.”
I felt sexy.
“Is it bad that I just want to take off the panties and leave the rest on?”
I laughed. “They have snaps just for that line of thinking.” I unsnapped one side of the panties. Roman removed his boxers and pulled down the bed sheets. He was fully erect. He walked over to me and gently laid me on the bed. He unsnapped the other side and pulled off the lacy panties.
“I am afraid I’m not going to last long. You just look so sexy.”
I smiled. I spread my legs for him and he lay between them and started kissing my neck. His hands snaked out to hold down my hands with his. He had done this before, but for some reason I felt nervous.
“Oh, Beth…” He kissed on the top of one of my breasts, and with his teeth, he made one of them pop out of the corset. He grabbed the nipple gently with his teeth and started sucking. I breathed heavier and then he entered me.
I started to hyperventilate and the next thing I knew, I was crying.
“Beth! Beth!”
I finally registered Roman’s voice and looked up at him. The expression on his face was one of horror. He realized what this reminded me of, and I didn’t really realize it until I saw the disgust on his face.
Jason.
He started to get up.
“No!”
“Beth?”
“No! That sick bastard will not ruin my wedding night! We do this.”
“Beth, this shouldn’t be a chore to get done. I can wait. Maybe after some therapy…”
“No. Please? Tonight.”
He looked as though he was warring with himself.
“Beth, did Jason only rape you while you were tied down on bottom?” I could tell that he hated even saying the words, but he knew they were necessary.
I nodded.
“Okay, let’s roll gently.”
I put my arms around him and we rolled with him still inside of me. I was now on top. We held each other while I calmed down. After a minute, I leaned up, putting my hands on his chest. He groaned while I sat up and I was deeply impaled by him. He looked at me and I watched him.
“You okay?” he asked me.
“I think so,” I answered, still not one hundred percent sure.
“Just go slow. If you get scared, we will quit. Promise me!”
I nodded. I thought I could do this.
I started riding him slowly.
“Look at me, Beth. Look at me and know who I am. Know that I would never hurt you, no matter what. Know that I’m your husband, your best friend, your lover, and your partner in crime. Know that I’m yours!”
I did. I continued to ride him and soon I started to feel pleasure. Once Roman saw that I was enjoying myself, he started to enjoy himself too. He was trying not to make any noise, trying not to spook me, but little did he know it only fueled my desire for him.
I leaned over him, putting my hands on his shoulders and kissed him—really kissed him—and I felt his hands go to my butt. He started kneading my cheeks with his hands while thrusting up into me. He broke the kiss.
“Are you okay, baby?” he whispered.
“Yes.”
“I love you,” he said as his thrusts grew stronger. I sat up so he could enjoy the outfit. One hand went to one breast and the other hand went to my clit. I was panting in pleasure, holding on to him.
“Beth, I am going to come. Come with me,” he gritted out as he pumped faster and the pressure on my clit intensified.
I shattered and screamed out his name and then he allowed himself to come. He jerked and jerked and poured into me. When he was done, I lowered myself onto his chest and he held me. After ten minutes of him stroking my hair, he finally spoke.
“Are you okay?”
I nodded.
“Can I roll you over?”
“Yes.”
He rolled me and his flaccid penis left me and I felt empty.
I started to cry. He held me for a long time and then he finally made me look at him. “I love you, Beth. I am sorry. I didn’t even think.”
“I didn’t either. I am sorry I ruined our wedding night.”
“You didn’t ruin it. You were beautiful on top of me. I love