First time

ALEXANDER'S POV

10:05pm

The room had grown dark and was only illuminated by the white light at the center. I had returned to the room to continue with the drafts of the contract agreement after breakfast and only took breaks in between when my brain felt overworked.

I pushed the chair backwards and stretched myself as I rose to my feet. I checked my phone for any notification, maybe one from Ashley. There was none. I doubt if she has a phone cause I haven't noticed anyone on her since we got married.

I was hungry as I've not had anything since the morning coffee. My stomach growled in approval and I ambled towards the door. I took the elevator downstairs which opened directly into the living room.

Ashley lay sprawled on the couch, her hair disheveled and tiny strands covered her face. The television was still on and tuned in to CNN news channel, a plate filled with crumbs of brown bread and scrambled eggs sits close to her legs.

I picked the plate, dropped it on the center table and turned to snake my arms around her. She felt so light like I would crush her if I used all bones in my hand. I slowly carried her into the bedroom, adjusting my eyes to the dark I placed her carefully on the bed.

Ashley stirred restlessly in her sleep and mumbled something inaudible. I turned her over and remove my arms underneath her. Her fingers brushed my chest as she stirred again.

She was still fully clothed in her yellow dress and a bra underneath, and her lips still held its red color in place. I leaned in to touch her lips with mine when I felt her hand on my back.

“Alex,” she called dreamily. “I'm sorry I fell asleep waiting for you.”

A pang of guilt shot through me that instant. She had waited for me all day, but I had only kept her waiting while I soaked myself in office duties. I hadn't even done a good job of telling her where I was.

“I'm sorry I kept you waiting, baby.” I whispered as I stroked the strands of her hair.

My body was still held in place with her tiny hand but I made no move to get up. I could see her nipples grow taut against the thin fabric she wore. Her knees rustled against the fly of my jean, her lips parted slowly. I took that as an invitation and pressed my lips to hers.

Ashley opened her eyes in surprise.

“I meant every word I said about being sorry, little angel. I'll leave you to catch some sleep.”

“Stay with me,” She pleaded. Her voice was soft in the silence between us, our breathing calm and steady.

Ashley slowly reached up and touched the tips of her fingers to my face. She tilted her face and squirmed underneath my grip, pressing her core to my cock which was now hard inside the jean.

A soft gasp escaped her lips. Ashley wasn't sure how I'd react to that. I guess she never got the chance to fully express herself while growing up. Especially with the kind of mother she had. There's so much fire and determination in her she's not aware of.

Maybe I could be her guide to free it all.

“I'm sorry,” she whispered softly, turning her face away from me.

“Shhhh…” I cupped her chin and turned her face back to mine. “Is this what you want l, Ashley?”

She licked her lips and her fingers toyed with the satin sheets. “Is it okay to want it?”

“I want you to do something for me, Ashley?”

“What's that?”

“Stop asking for permission before you take what you want. You're a Jordan and we Jordans answer to no one.”

Ashley paused just long enough for my words to register. She moved her lips to say something, but I silenced her with a kiss.

“Now, show me what you want.”

Ashley wrapped her arms around my neck, crushing our lips with so much force I struggled to catch my breath. I pulled my head back after the kiss ended and refrained from forcing out a laugh when she buried her face in my chest.

My little angel was shy but had taken what she wanted.

I smiled and inched my face closer to hers, crushing her lips in another breathtaking kiss. My mouth devoured hers completely this time wanting more, taking it and leaving no stone unturned. Her body moved under me, fitting perfectly against me. My hormones screamed within me and I'm suddenly ravenous. A kiss wouldn't do to satisfy the hunger that welled up in me. I wanted to know the taste of her wetness when I licked and the sound of her pleasure moans. I also wanted to stoke the fire in her and see how bright it burned beneath the surface. Ashley's unlocked something in me, a primal lust not even the women in my past were able to dig up. And now, all I want is to fulfill my promise of pleasure to her.

I carried her in my arms, kicking the foot mat aside as I lifted her from the bed. Her tiny hands are insatiable, pressing at my neck. Our lips, locked in a kiss, never separates as I placed her carefully against the wall.

We moved in a perfect rhythm. She undoes the button of my jean with one hand and practically pulled at my shirt with the other, sending buttons flying around us. I reached around and undo the zipper of her gown, quickly sliding the delicate straps over the smooth curve of her shoulders.

Ashley stood before me in a matching pair of black lace thongs and a bra. She sucked in a deep breath as I trailed the tip of my tongue over her skin, tasting her as I went.

“Alex…” she moaned and tilted her head back in surrender.

I unclasped her bra from its hook letting it slide to the floor, and slide a finger into her black thong. A faint gasp escaped her lips as my fingers played with the tiny hairs around her core. My body ached with an insatiable hunger for her, my cock screamed its release as I slid a finger into her.

Fuck!

She was dripping wet and… tight.

“You're tight, Ashley.” I mumbled, barely holding one to the last thread of discipline I had in me.

“I've never done this before.”

Her admission stirred an emotion in me, and my shoulders inflated.

My virgin wife.

Pride.

She was this sweet and I was going to be her first. The thought of having her pussy to myself…

I slid another finger to meet with the one in her, thrusting deeper as I finger fucked her. I felt the walls of her pussy tighten with each thrust as I stoked the fire in her to climax.

“Alex…” her voice trailed off as the cry of her release echoed around us.

“Cum for me, little angel.” I urged her on with her fingers. “Only me.”

Ashley dug her fingers into my shoulders, grasping firmly for support as she squirted on my hands. After what seemed like an hour and her final squirt, I reached down for my jean waistband and dragged it down as I settled my cock in between her.

Our night was far from over.