Wild Billionaire Romance - Chapter 77: Chapter 77

MEREDITH
Bliss seeped through my bones, and I was barely conscious of Josef carrying me into the bedroom of the extravagant suite he’d booked for our wedding night.
I winced as he withdrew his massive cock from my body. It was a little uncomfortable, but it was worth it.
So worth it.
He bypassed the bed, pulling a surprised squeak from me, and went straight to the ensuite bathroom.
Oh. That makes sense.
It was enormous. There was a sunken tub and a separate shower stall, twin sinks, a toilet, and a bidet.
“Slide down,” he murmured, and my body obeyed.
I unlocked my legs and lowered my feet, gasping when my butt met with the cold marble of the vanity.
“Cold?” He smirked, and I wanted to hit him.
But I didn’t. I just watched as he turned on the faucet to the tub and added some bath oil.
I almost interrupted, knowing my skin was sensitive.
Then, the familiar scent of cocoa butter hit me, and my gaze darted to his and to the bottle in his hand.
“That’s the brand I use,” I blurted.
Josef didn’t reply, he just dipped his chin and started taking off his clothes.
Stunned, I did the only thing I could do.
I kept on watching.
His body was superb. He looked thicker, like he’d added more to his already impressive bulk.
Unnecessarily so if you asked me. But he didn’t. And I wasn’t complaining.
He’d already been the biggest, most powerfully built man I’d ever seen. But fifteen years was a long time. And he was even hotter now.
He’d added more tattoos to his collection. I remembered tracing them with shivering fingertips and had the urge to do so right now.
Swirling ink expertly crafted covered his bulging arms, his broad back, and his muscular thighs. Only his chest was bare, and I wondered why that was, but was too shy all of a sudden to ask.
Heat pooled low in my belly, and I suddenly remembered I was sitting there, slouched over, my belly rolls on full display. Clearing my throat, I straightened, but his eyes pinned me in place.
“Don’t move.”
My mouth gaped open, but before I could respond to his ludicrous command, he was there.
Josef’s big hands gripped my waist. He dropped his head, licking across the top of my tits with a groan right before he lifted me up.
Like I weighed nothing at all.
“What are you doing?” I squeaked.
“Taking a bath,” he replied.
“With me?”
“Yes. With you. My wife.”
“Why?” I asked as he stepped over the small ledge onto the first of three small stairs leading into the oversized bathtub.
The water was deliciously warm, almost hot as he lowered us down, so I was perched on his lap.
“Because I want to,” Josef replied.
His husky voice sent shockwaves of awareness rioting through my body. He wanted to. That was as good a reason as any.
Really, I didn’t have a response to that.
Imagine that. Me, rendered speechless?
“There are things we need to discuss. Air that needs to be cleared. But that can wait till we get home.”
“It can?”
“Yeah. It can. I’ve got other plans for now, Little Red.”
“What plans?” I asked, my breath catching in my throat.
Years of abstinence be damned, I was panting for him like a pro.
Even if my mind thought I couldn’t keep up with the demands of a man like Josef, my body sure hadn’t gotten the message.
My pussy ached with need, and I squeezed my thighs shut.
“Hold on, Baby,” he grunted, maneuvering me in the water so I was sitting astride him.
My eyes widened. I could feel him.
There.
Josef’s cock was hard and long. So fucking thick. It pulsed against my seam, and goddamn, I wanted him.
I expected him to just go in for the kill. But he didn’t.
Rough hands rubbed over my shoulders and neck, my clavicle, my tits, my belly, ass, and thighs, all the way to my feet.
I moaned, his fingers massaging me felt so damn good. Closing my eyes, I felt him cup the oiled water into his palms and pour it over my skin. Warming my flesh and making me feel loose.
Then his lips were there. His kisses teased my skin. He tasted me with his tongue, made me feel good with his attentions. At the same time, I craved more.
Hell, I whimpered with need.
“Are you sore, Baby?” he asked.
“No,” I replied, the warm water already doing a good job of soothing my muscles.
“Good. I’ll never hurt you, Meredith. Believe me?”
I looked into his whiskey brown eyes and saw nothing but the truth there.
Our past was complicated, but when Josef said he wouldn’t hurt me, I nodded. He wouldn’t hurt me physically. I knew he wouldn’t. I believed him.
His hands spanned my waist. He let go with one hand so he could tug my face closer to his as he rocked my pussy along his hard length, not taking him inside, just coating him with my arousal.
Sparks of pleasure spiraled through my body, and I gasped. He pulled me down, and I closed my lips over his.
It was the first time I’d initiated a kiss, and I felt empowered by it. Kissing him was just so damn good.
His beard was surprisingly soft, and his lips were hard, but tender. He was a symphony of the senses.
His scent. His touch. His sounds.
The feel of his muted strength beneath my body as I clung to him, trusting him to take care of my needs, even if I didn’t trust him with my heart.
I didn’t want to go there. Not here. Not now.
This was about the physical.
Josef fucked like a god, and it had been way too long since I’d worshipped.
I wrapped myself around him like a redheaded anaconda.
He was everywhere. Everything. All at once.
Claiming my attention, I felt more attuned to him than I ever had to anyone else. His hand tightened on the back of my neck, and he started thrusting his pelvis in time with my hips.
When did I start moving on my own?
“I will never humiliate you or hurt you like this, Little Red. You’re my wife now. Sex between us is natural and it will always be mutually pleasurable or not at all. Do you understand? Tell me.”
“Yes. I understand.” I nodded.
“Then I will ask you again. Are you sore? Will it hurt if I fuck you again?”
“No, Josef. It won’t hurt,” I told him, even if it was not the whole truth.
I wasn’t sore now. I would be. He was so long and thick. Just sitting astride him was causing my muscles to strain. His thighs were just so big.
Everything about him was demanding and intense. So, no, I was not sore right then. But yeah, if I was lucky, I would be sore later. After Josef fucked me like only he could.
But it was an ache I craved. A soreness I wanted. I licked my lips, my gaze locked on his smoldering whiskey colored irises.
“Good Girl. Now, lift. That’s it. Grab my cock, Wife, and put it inside of you.”
Holy. Fuck.