I pursued my lips as I finished recounting the night to Achilles. Everything from when I first found Liam talking to his older brother before his biological mother stepped in to how we were hiding out on a private balcony on the upper floor to calm down.
Achilles had asked me about what had happened the moment he finished tucking Liam in after we came back from the reception. At first, I didn’t want to ruin the mood by telling him, but I knew that I would never be able to hide anything from him, nor did I want to.
He had shown me over and over how much he cared for both Liam and me. There was no reason to hide such a thing from him.
But at the same time, I didn’t know what to say when Achilles fell completely silent at the end of my confession.
He was just standing in front of me, completely lost in thought and unmoving. Was he upset that I didn’t say anything earlier? Or was it something else?
We were still in our wedding tuxedo and dress from the ceremony, standing in the middle of our bedroom, so I couldn’t help feeling a bit awkward.
Maybe he was mad that I caused unnecessary chaos at the reception, disappearing all of sudden and nearly picking a fight with one of his business partners.
Either way, I knew that I had probably ruined what was supposed to be a happy night.
Our wedding night.
After what felt like forever, Achilles finally released a heavy sigh and broke free from his rigid stance. I glanced up at him hesitantly as he made his way across the room toward me.
My eyes widened when he suddenly engulfed me in his warm embrace and softly stated, “You must’ve been scared, my love… But you did well… You did your best, and I’m sure Liam knows it too…”
I melted right into his arms, almost as if I had been aching to hear those words all along, even if I didn’t know I wanted to hear them.
I shyly wrapped my arms around his waist and mumbled quietly, “Thank you.”
He pulled me closer and lightly rocked me from side to side. Burying his head into the crook of my neck, he whispered, “You’re such a strong woman, and I’m so proud to call you my wife… I only wish I could be better at being there for you… So you wouldn’t have to go through these types of things alone…”
I shook my head and stroked his head reassuringly, “You can’t always be there in the moment, Achi… The fact that you will stick by our side and support us going forward is already good enough.”
“But… if I just didn’t waste time talking to those people… I could’ve been there for the two of you… You wouldn’t have had to pull yourselves together on a cold balcony all by yourselves… Or even better, if I just didn’t have to attend these types of events, I wouldn’t have ruined our wedding night like this…”
I pressed my lips into a thin line when I realized where this conversation was heading. Achilles had always been like this. He always tried to shoulder the burden all by himself and blamed himself for everything. He always tried to take the fault even though it was never his problem in the first place.
I gently eased myself out of his arms and pulled him toward our shared bed. He looked up at me curiously as I pushed him down onto the bed, but I paid no mind and simply continued on with my actions.
I kissed him softly on the lips, molding our lips together. I traced my tongue along his bottom lips, silently asking for permission to enter.
Without hesitation, he parted his lips and instinctively wrapped his hands around my hips, pulling me into his lap, making me let out a small squeak in surprise. He smirked ever so slightly as he deepened the kiss, stealing my breath away as my mind clouded over with only thoughts of him.
Even though I had been the one to initiate it, I was already putty in his hands within minutes of our engagement.
As his lips trailed down the side of my neck, he asked softly for consent, “Are you sure you want this? We can still stop if it doesn’t-”
His breath hitched when I cupped his member through his trousers.
His rod grew harder with each touch… with every stroke… with every last squeeze. His breath grew heavier as I traced my finger up the underside of his clothed cock until I reached the top of his pants.
I whispered softly in his ears, “I want you right now, Achi. I want to show my new husband how much I want him despite our mess of a wedding reception because it doesn’t matter to me one bit. All that matters is how I will still love him despite everything because he is the only one for me, the love of my life and the father of my children.”
By the time I finished, his member had become fully erect in my hand, creating a heavy bulge in his trousers.
But before I could do or say anything else, I was suddenly flipped onto my back with my ginormous husband hovering over me as he stole my breath with a passionate kiss.
His lips worked in a fever, drawing my mind further and further away from reality with every passing second.
I was floating so high in the cloud that I barely even noticed him tearing my wedding dress off, leaving me in my baby blue lingeries set with lavender accents.
All that I knew was that I wanted to feel more of him. To feel his bare skin. To plaster, our bodies so close together that we might as well fuse into one.
But he pinned my wandering hands above my head, restricting them from moving as he trailed kisses along my sensitive collarbone.
I whined softly, pulling against his hands, but he only tightened his grip and whispered huskily, “You’re so fucking beautiful, my love.”
My lower region throbbed at his words. Something about hearing him curse made it feel all the more inappropriate.
He pinned my hips down, preventing them from jerking up in an effort to find some sort of relief. His free hand slid up the back of my thigh, pushing my left leg up to my side until my panties were left completely exposed to his eyes.
He chuckled softly as he took in the little bow right above my panties and muttered, “My little girl isn’t as innocent as I thought. You’ve soaked through panties already, darling.”
I squirmed as my body temperature rose under his heated gaze. I softly pleaded with him, “Achi, p-please… It’s embarrassing w-when you stare at me l-like this…”
He nuzzled against my cheek fondly and replied, “But we’ve done this so many times already, my love. Why are you still feeling embarrassed? Your body is a work of art to me, so I can’t help staring at you like this.”
It felt like my brain had combusted as I stuttered, “B-But… I-I’m… Y-You’re…”
He chuckled before capturing my lips once again, cutting off my broken words. Releasing my hand, his hands traveled down to my hips instead, pulling me close to him as he rolled us back over, switching our positions once again until I was on top of him and straddling his hips.
I looked at him in confusion as he gestured to himself and replied, “I’m all yours, darling. You wanted to take my clothes off by yourself, right?”
My cheeks flamed with our newfound position.
I shakily reached up to the buttons on his shirt. My hands were fumbling so badly that it took me minutes just to get a single button undone. Even though I felt like I could combust under his gaze at any moment, Achilles seemed to be highly amused by my struggle.
With his hands resting motionlessly on my bare thighs, his eyes raked across my features as he patiently waited for uncooperative hands to finish their job. He mused, “What’s the problem, love?”
I blushed at his sultry look, quickly diverting my eyes down to the last few buttons that I was struggling with. He was honestly much too handsome for me to handle at times, even though I woke up to his chiseled face every morning.
His finger dipped under my garter and lift it, letting it snap against my thigh and eliciting a squeak from me.
“It’s almost as if you have never seen me naked before…” His hand traveled up my thigh, making my eyes widen when his large warm hands slipped under my panties and cupped my butt cheeks. Squeezing my bottom lightly, he continued to tease me, “But both you and I know how much you love my body… Don’t you remember how you kept begging for more last time even though your fragile little body couldn’t even cum anymore?”
My mind became so fuzzy with his words that my fingers kept slipping off his last button. Just what was he trying to do to me?
He dipped a finger into my wetness, gently skimming over my nub before running down my slit. My head dropped against his shoulder for support as his thick digit pressed into me right up against my sweet spot, making a gush of fluid slip out of me. He whispered teasingly against my ear, “I’ve barely touched you, but you’re already soaking wet, my naughty little girl.”
A soft moan escaped from my lips when he curled his finger inside of me, pressing against my soft spot perfectly. My fingers clenched onto his loose shirt as I tried to silence another moan when he nipped on the tip of my ear. I was so lost in the haze of my thoughts that I could barely even register his words.
He chuckled softly as he dipped a second finger into my folds, clearly amused by my incoherent state. “Darling, you still have one more button to go. Won’t you be my good girl and finish your job?”
The words “good girl” rang through my head, sending shivers down my spine as another wave of wetness spilled out of my heat. I shakily reached down to the last button, wanting to be his good girl.
I bit my lip as I tried to fight the urge to moan. Every fiber of my body was aching to grind harder on his teasing finger, but I needed to get this wretched last button undone first.
After what felt like forever, it finally popped open.
Right as his shirt fell open, he pressed his finger even deeper into me, brushing his finger against my cervix and making me collapse onto his bare chest with a soft whimper.
Every part of him- even his fingers-was so much bigger than me.
He pressed tender kisses against my forehead as his free hand laced into my hair, pulling me closer to him. He gently eased me onto my back as his fingers sped up, eliciting a series of soft pants from me as a knot started to form in my lower abdomen.
Planting a trail of loving kisses down the side of my temple, he softly praised, “What a good little girl. I’ll make you cum as a reward. How does that sound, darling?”
Unable to answer, all I could manage was a soft whimper as the tense feeling in my lower body grew stronger. I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss as his fingers sped up even more.
He whispered a series of affirmations into the crook of my neck as he worked me up to my peak, telling me how much he loved me, reminding me of how good I was, how strong and pretty I was…
With a sense of finality, I moaned his name loudly right as his finger pressed roughly onto my nub, releasing all over his hand. Strong tremors raked through my body as he continued to pump his finger through my orgasm.
He kissed the corner of my eyes lovingly as he pulled his fingers out of me. “You did so well, my love.”
I hummed softly as I mindlessly leaned into his touch. I cracked an eye open, mutely watching him suck my juices off of his finger before rolling off of me.
My body felt so drained with just one orgasm, but it still couldn’t help aching for more of Achilles’s touch… To feel both his rough and soft touches as he marked my body as his…
I silently watched him strip the rest of his clothes off… As the burning feeling in my heat slowly came back with the uncovering of each patch of his skin… Noting how his sculpted muscles rippled with every movement…
To think that this Greek god would be all mine forever…
He smirked when he noticed my thighs reflexively pressing together. Giving me a sly wink, he teased, “Don’t worry, love. I’ll make sure you’ll be thoroughly satisfied and unable to walk by the time I’m done.”
A shiver ran down my spine as he rejoined me back in bed, tearing off all of my lingerie pieces as if they were flimsy pieces of paper and tossing them aside like they were nothing.
Settling himself between my leg, he hovered over me with a loving gaze. He caressed my cheek lovingly and paused momentarily to ask, “What’s the safe word, my love?”
I whispered breathlessly, “Pineapple.”
He hummed softly and reminded me, “Remember that I’ll also stop if you just say ‘no’ or ‘stop’ too, okay? Your comfort comes first, so don’t be scared to say it.”
I nodded timidly.
His gaze shifted down as he dipped down, connecting our lips together once again. Muttering softly against my skin, he promised, “By the end of tonight, I’ll be sure to have shown how thoroughly I love you.”
And he definitely kept that promise.