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I still can’t believe it, Maxon and I are officially married; I am his and he is mine. Forever. The wedding reception is starting to fade out and I’m exhausted from such an extravagant day. I’ll never forget our first kiss as newly weds, how tenderly Maxon held me, almost shaking from the nerves and excitement. Oh and our first dance! He slowly swayed with me to my own beat, no caring in the world about how we were not in time with the music. Everyone around us faded into the background, it was just us in our own little world.
Maxon was doing his last few rounds of the room, looking like such a handsome king. My handsome king. I felt my face flush a little at the thought that we were now married and could do whatever we please. We have had intimate moments, but those were nothing compared to what might come about tonight. I shake my head in a futile attempt to clear my mind of those dirty thoughts, after all I am very tired and doubt anything will come about this night. I glance back around and make eye contact with my Maxon, he smiles and starts walking my way.
Maxon extends his hand out to where I am sitting, “Are you ready to turn in for the night yet?”
I take his hand and smile, “I do believe it is that time.”
“Quite, we have had a very long day if I do say so myself.” He leans down to gingerly kiss me, pausing to say, “But so worth every moment,” deepening the kiss with a blissful sigh. I close my eyes and lean into him, placing my hand on his sculpted chest. Maxon breaks away and I give him a small frown, he chuckles.
“We will have plenty of time for that tonight,” and gives me a subtle wink. I feel my face heat up again as he puts those thoughts back into my head.
I swat at his arm playfully, “Oh hush!” I tease, earning yet another chuckle. Maxon offers his arm to me and I gladly take it. We say our final goodbyes to the last of the lingering guests and make our way upstairs. It feels so surreal to be heading up to the third floor, not just to be shown something, but to actually remain. I’ve been sleeping in my room from the selection instead of the princesses suite because it just felt right to me, but now this is where I’ll be for the rest of my life.
Maxon suddenly stops at the top of the stairs and glances down at me, looking a little nervous. “It doesn’t feel quite right to take over my parents room yet so I must ask, would you like to sleep in the princesses suite or with me?” He has an innocent pleading look on his face that I can’t bring myself to say no to, I was planning to be with him anyways.
“I want to be with you.” I give him a small smile and his shoulders visibly relax.
“I got my room all fixed up in hopes you would agree to stay with me,” his cheeks become a light rosy tint, “I’m glad to have you tonight.”
I grasp his arm a little tighter as we travel down the hall to his room, someday these halls will become so familiar to me. When we reach his door, I let go of his arm and Maxon steps in front of me, opening the door to reveal a new room than I remember. There is no more gun safe and instead a vanity with a huge mirror, and the biggest bed I have ever seen. One thing that he did keep was his picture wall; I smiled at that, noticing how many more photos of me made it up there.
“Maxon, you-”
“Yes I did, I wanted this to be our room.” He interjected. “We can still change it up to how you would like it, but I figured this was a start.”
“No no, I love it!” I walk over to the bed and sit down, looking around the room and nitpicking the little things that have changed.
Maxon sits down next to me, “Would you like me to call for the maids to help you get undressed?”
“I think I can manage with your help.” I look up at him and the look on his face is priceless. A mix of disbelief and wonder flits through his eyes and settles on a more intense look I have never seen before. He looks down at me and I tilt my head, awaiting an answer.
“Just let me know how I can help,” He thinks over his words carefully before adding, “I might ask for some assistance myself.” a sly smile spreads across his lips.
I giggle, “Is that so?”
Maxon stands up, turning around and placing his hands on either side of me on the bed. The look in his eyes is dark, and new, something I’ve never seen before. I feel a chill go through my body as Maxon leans in close to me, so close I can feel his heavy breaths on my lips.
“M-Maxon?” I stutter as another chill runs through my body, settling just below my stomach. I lean back on my elbows to escape the intensity that radiates off him, so unfamiliar yet so taunting. Maxon leans down further to meet me, snaking an arm around my waist so I can’t escape him. He presses my body against his and nibbles my lower lip. I gasp in response, granting him further exploration of my mouth. I feel his tongue tenderly pass my lips playing around with my own. I close my eyes and deepen the kiss, savoring the taste of our wedding cake on his tongue.
Maxon lets out a soft groan, breaking the kiss and letting his lips travel down my chin and to my neck. When Maxon found the sweet spot between my neck and shoulder I let out a small moan which caught me off guard, because immediately my hand flew to my mouth and my eyes widened. Maxon pulled back and looked deep into my eyes, ignoring how flushed my face must be.
“America,” he cups my face with the hand that was once holding my waist. “We don’t have to do anything tonight if you don’t want to.”
My heart is racing, as I let my hand drop back down to support me. I look to the side, studying the room trying to avoid the intense look in Maxon’s eyes. The hand that Maxon has on my face pulled me back to him, the intense look is now replaced with seriousness.
“I just-” my heart feels like it’s about to pound out of my chest at any moment. “I want you… but I’m scared. '' I feel my body relax after admitting that as taunting as he is, I was still a nervous wreck. After all, the furthest I’ve ever gotten was making out with a shirtless Maxon. I release my hands out from under me and lay back on the bed, covering my eyes with my hands.
“Hey,” Maxon shifts to sit beside me again. “Look at me America” I complied, removing my hands to see how sincere his eyes were; I felt safe in those eyes.
“We seriously don’t have to do anything tonight,” Maxon runs his fingers down my arm. “I promise I won’t do something you aren’t ready for.”
“It’s just that-” I hesitated, trying to find the right words to say. “I was never really taught what to do by my mom or sister, they just expect me to figure it out.” I let out a big irritated sigh. “Like what am I supposed to do Maxon?”
“I can guide you,” I look at him quizzically, what does Maxon know that I don’t. Seeing the confusion on my face he follows up his statement, “We have a vast library with all kinds of books, one can imagine.” I can feel my blush brightening by the second, eliciting a chuckle from Maxon.
I swat at his arm, “Pervert!”
Maxon feigns a pouty face at the mock remark, “Hey now, who can say they know what to do?”
My playful smile disappears as I sit back up, looking first at the floor and then at Maxon. Sighing I stand up, clench and uncleanch my fists then grab my hair and tilt my head to the side to meet Maxon’s eyes.
“Just be gentle with me,” I look down, “Okay?”
Maxon stands up, getting the hint, “I promise.” He stands up behind me and kisses my neck down to my shoulder, fiddling with the zipper on the back of my dress. I feel the tightness of the dress fade as it starts to slip down my body. While my brain screams at me to pick it up and cover myself, I let it drop to the floor with a dull thud . I’m left in just my lacey white undies, my maids decided a bra wouldn’t work with the low back of my dress.
“Can I see you?” Maxons’ voice sounds lower and raspier than usual. It almost scared me at first but I swallowed my fear and slowly turned around, using my arms to cover my breast. I step out of my gown, leaving no space between Maxon and I.
He leans over to my ear, whispering, “You don’t have to hide.” He runs his hands down my arms that are firmly planted against my chest, begging for them to drop. My hands tremble a little bit before reaching to grab onto Maxon’s suit jacket.
“Wh-what now?” I stamper, afraid and not daring to look into his eyes.
“Well first you need to get comfortable with being nude around me.” He looks up at the ceiling, thinking of ways to comfort me. “Would you like me to undress too?”
I silently nodded, helping him ease the suit jacket off his body. I shakily and tenderly undo the buttons on his shirt, and he wiggles out of it the rest of the way. I’ve seen and felt Maxon shirtless before, but this time is different. There isn’t a sense of urgency like when I was tending to his wounds, this time is sensual and still a little bit frightening in a different sense of the word.
Wanting more of him, I fumbled with his belt just barely managing to undo it due to the shaking of my hands. Maxon chuckles lightly at me, throwing the belt to the side and unbuttoning his pants for me revealing a simple pair of boxers. He steps out of his pants, grabbing my hands and leading me to the bed. Laying me down on the side of the bed, Maxon hovers above me, pondering what his next move will be. My trembling has died down now, but my breaths still come and go rather quickly.
“Get comfortable on the bed for me.” Maxon’s voice sounded demanding yet kind. A knot welled up in the pit of my stomach at this new tone of voice, but I obliged. Scooting up onto the bed, I rested my head on the mound of pillows. Maxon looks me over before climbing on top of my mostly naked form. He grabbed my hands from my sides and put them above my head, causing me to feel exposed. I blush heavily, with nowhere to hide. I turn my head to the side, Maxon takes the opportunity to nibble on my sweet spot earning a slight moan from me. He releases one of his hands from mine and uses it to explore my bare body, traveling up and down my sides until he reaches one of my tender breasts. I gasp when he pinches my sensitive nipple, taking advantage of my open mouth he kisses me passionately, thrusting his tongue into my mouth once again.
The kiss didn’t last too long before he started licking a trail down to my unoccupied breast. Maxon snakes his free arm underneath me, pulling my body closer to him. He licks around my nipple, teasing me and making me gasp for more. His tongue flicks my nipple a few times making me arch my back, pressing further into him.
“Americaaa,” Maxon whispers, just barely audible into my breast. I sigh hearing my name in his raspy voice. He glances up at me, “You’re such a good girl, aren’t you?”
I pause, not knowing what to say, too focused on what I’m feeling. Maxon goes back to work nibbling and sucking on my sensitive nipple, then switches over to the other making sure each gets equal attention. He places one leg between mine, spreading them open. I glance up at him, seeing a darkness in his eyes that I have never seen before. Maxon releases my hands, granting me permission to touch him. I let my hands travel up and down his arms, and chest before wrapping my fingers in his messy hair. He leans down, kissing me feverishly while his hands grip my waist.
He pulls away and leans back with a questioning look on his face, “Can I try something?”
“S-sure,” I mumble, not knowing what I just got myself into. Maxon slinks down my body, kissing his way to the top of my panties. He quickly glances up at me, before pressing a finger to my folds. I groan and arch my back at this new feeling, I wonder what is going through Maxon’s mind at the moment. He begins a rubbing motion, starting slow and ever so slightly picking up the pace. The friction of my panties against my aching heat feels so new, but so nice.
I hear a low growl sound come from Maxon, “Off with these skimpy things.” In one fluid motion my panties go flying across the room. Maxon wraps his arms around my legs and I feel a warm breath across my lower stomach, eliciting a small moan from me. I feel something warm and wet carve a path up my heat, I gasp when it found my sweet spot. I glance downwards to see what Maxon was up to only to see his face buried between my legs. He once again licks my sweet spot sending waves through my body, I can’t help but to moan and arch my back.
“You taste so good America,” Maxon purrs. I cover my face in embarrassment, I can’t believe that Maxon is doing what I think he is. “Hey, don’t be embarrassed my love.”
I meet his eyes and see pure endearment with a hint of lust behind his dark, chocolate eyes. I give him a small nod, silently saying to continue. He smiles as his eyes darken even more, and dives back down between my legs. He kisses, licks, and sucks on my spot, sending me into a fit of moans. I tangle my hands into his hair, pushing in further into my heat. I feel something building up in my stomach, and Maxon releases one of his hands from my legs to start playing with my entrance. He thrusts one finger inside of me, which I respond to with another fit of moans. The feeling in the pit of my stomach is ever growing until it becomes virtually unbearable. Maxon slowly slips in another finger, my moans getting louder and louder.
“Come for me America, let it go.” I oblige, releasing the built up tension which sends my body into a fit of indescribable waves.
“M-Maxon,” I gasp, unable to form words. I feel him lick me clean and am met with a sly look.
He sits up, “Are you done for the night or shall we continue?” He smirks, looking like he’s hoping for the latter.
Feeling braver, I cheekily smile back “What’s next?”
“Well,” he started, and I sat up to listen. “ Would you like to try pleasuring me next?” I nod, eager to learn and reciprocate. He gingerly takes my hand from my lap, and places it on the bulge in his pants. I gasp, feeling it twitch underneath my touch. Maxon then slowly starts gliding my hand up and down his length, growing and hardening by the second. Maxon removed his hand from mine, and I looked up at him, puzzled.
“Keep exploring.” He ordered, and I listened. I keep stroking his bulge with my hand, fascinated by how hard yet soft it felt. A soft groan escaped his parted lips. I turned my attention back down and noticed his tip began to poke out from underneath the waistband of his boxers and I glanced up to meet his eyes, wondering what to do next. He said nothing, just leaned in head back enjoying the feeling. Feeling brave, I tugged at the waistband of his boxers, urging him to take them off. He listens to my silent plee, slipping off his boxers as his member bounces from the released tension. I gasp, not fully understanding just how large he really was until I saw with my own eyes.
“Go on,” Maxon whispers in my ear, nibbling on my lobe. I sigh blissfully and reach back down, wrapping my finger around his member. I slowly started pumping and was rewarded with a deep groan from Maxon.
“Faster,” he demands. I begin picking up my pace, pumping faster and gripping harder. A low growl erupts from his throat, “Americaaa.”
“What else can I do Maxon?” I tentatively ask, wanting to give him the same amount of pleasure he gave me. He gives me a shocked look, before it is replaced once again with the deep lust of his desires.
“Stand up,” he instructs. I follow his orders and stand up beside the bed, he shifts so his legs are hanging off the edge of the bed with his legs splayed. “Come kneel down between my legs.” Curiously, I continue and sit on my knees before him. He takes a hold of his member, slowly stroking, considering his next order.
“How would you like to try sucking on it?” he asks, gesturing to his length.
I shift, getting closer to him and measuring up how much I can take. “I can try,” I warrily state.
Maxon takes his free hand that isn’t stroking himself to grab my chin, “Start slow, and don’t press yourself to take too much.” I nod, replacing Maxon’s hand with mine. I start slowly, licking his tip and down his shaft while still using my hand to pump his length. Maxon tangles his hand in my hair, encouraging me to continue; so I do. I timidly take his tip into my mouth, making swirling motions with my tongue to which I was rewarded with a deep moan. I try lowering my lips further down his length, careful to not expose my teeth to his soft skin.
“Fuck,” Maxon groans out, throwing is head back and gently pushing my head down further. I lengthen my tongue to rub up against his shaft, letting me go deeper until I gagged. Once I found how far I could manage, I started bobbing my head up and down whilst using my hand to pump the rest of his length. As my confidence built, my speed quickened in an attempt to match the small thrusts of Maxon’s hips. I moan against his member, savoring the taste of my lover and wanting more all the same. I can feel him pulsating, his needs becoming overwhelming.
“America-” Maxon strains in the midst of a deep moan, “I’m gonna-” Before he could finish his sentence, a thick and warm substance filled my mouth. It tastes salty and bitter, yet sweet at the same time. I swallow and lick the rest up from his member, Maxon gently wipes off the corner of my mouth and smiles endearingly.
“How was it?” I ask, nervous that I hurt him in some way.
“Absolutely wonderful my love,” Maxon leans down to kiss me, our tastes melting into one another. “Shall we save the rest for another night?” I nod in return, exhausted from the wedding and our experimenting. Maxon stands up and moves the covers back, crawling in then opening his arms for me to come join. I gladly oblige, and snuggle into his strong arms. I feel safe and content in his arms. Maxon reaches over and flips a switch which turns out the light, leaving us in complete darkness.
I fumble around for his lips, and give him a quick peck, “I love you Maxon Schreave.”
Maxon kisses me back, with so much passion behind it, “I love you too America Schreave.” Within minutes I could feel myself drifting off into a blissful sleep, surrounded by my Maxon.