Hannah ...

When the history channel documentary ended, I glanced up at Roman from where I lay cuddled against his chest. His blue eyes met mine.

"Are you tired?" I asked him, aware that he and I had never shared a room together. I had no idea what his bedtime routine was.

"No, I’m not tired," Roman said in a low voice.

I sat up and turned to him. "Do you want to watch something else?" I asked him. My heart was beginning to pound at his closeness and the hungry way that he was looking at me.

"I want to be completely honest with you, Hannah," Roman said, sitting up to face me. "I want you. I want to make love to you." I bit my lip as I held his gaze. "I understand if you’re not ready," he continued, "but I need you to know that when you are ready, I will only do as much as you allow. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable." My heart was racing now, and my breathing had sped up. The truth was that I wanted him, too, but I didn’t know how to tell him. I slowly leaned forward and pressed my lips to his. Kissing Roman was safe and familiar. We parted our lips and made out for a moment before I broke the kiss. Roman’s eyes were dark with need.

"It’s our wedding night, Roman," I said in a whisper. "I want you to make love to me."

Roman reached out and slipped the robe from my shoulder, tracing his finger down my bare shoulder, sending shivers through me. "I want you to be sure, Hannah," Roman said. "I don’t want you to regret anything."

"I’m sure," I said breathlessly, untying the knot of the bathrobe at my waist. Roman slipped the robe off the upper half of my body, exposing my bare breasts. My nipples were already hard, and when he reached out to take my breasts in his hands he flicked my nipples, making them tighten even more. The sensation was electrifying, and I moaned. Roman continued to rub my nipples, and I pressed my breasts in closer to his hands, moving my body with the motions of his fingers. There was a deep throbbing between my legs that I wanted Roman to touch as well. He gripped my waist, pulling me onto his lap, and I straddled his hips. I pulled the robe away and tossed it to the side, baring my naked body to him.

"You’re so f*cking beautiful, Hannah," Roman said, his voice husky with desire. I lifted his shirt and he quickly pulled it off. I could feel his hard dick through the material of his boxers, pressing against my inner thigh. He was breathing heavily as he rubbed his hands up and down my thighs just taking in the sight of my naked body. My wetness was dripping onto his boxers. I began to rotate my hips against his and he moaned, pulling me in for a kiss. We sat there together, me straddling his waist and grinding into him as he kissed me. Roman massaged my nipples and I moaned into his mouth, grinding harder against him.

"Take off your boxers," I said against his lips. Roman bucked his hips upward with me still straddling him, and managed to maneuver his boxers off. Feeling his dick against my inner thigh made the slit between my thighs throb even harder with the need to feel him inside of me. I grabbed his dick with one hand and began to stroke it gently. Roman sank back against the headboard, gasping in ecstasy.

"Do whatever you want with me, Hannah," he begged. I rubbed my clit against his dick, feeling the wetness of my body soaking him. I was grinding against his dick now, faster and harder. Roman grabbed my hips as we both moaned and gasped in pleasure. I started to slip the tip of his dick inside of me, but he grabbed my hand. I met his blue gaze.

"I don’t want to get you pregnant," he said breathlessly.

"You won’t," I told him. "I’ve been on birth control for years to regulate my cycle." I slowly slipped the tip of his dick inside of me, and Roman reclined against the headboard again, watching me with his lips parted.

"Careful," he said on an exhale. "I know this is your first time."

"Just because I’m a virgin doesn’t mean I have to act like one," I said, supporting myself with my legs as the tip of his dick began to enter my body. I leaned forward and pressed my hands against the headboard. My breasts touched Roman’s chest as I lowered my face toward his, kissing him. I wanted all of him inside of me. Slowly I began to lower myself onto his dick, feeling him spread my slit wide. The sensation was driving me into a frenzy as we kissed faster and I pressed myself further down onto his dick. Roman gripped my hips and thrust gently, pushing his dick the rest of the way inside of me. I gasped at the small amount of pain that was immediately overshadowed by pleasure. Slowly and gently Roman thrust his dick into me, his dick sliding smoothly against my wetness. I moaned loudly as he picked up the pace, gripping my hips against his as he thrust in and out of me.

"God, Roman," I shouted, not knowing what else to say about the sensations he was stirring inside of me.

"I love when you say my name like that, Hannah," Roman growled before he flipped me over onto my back, spreading my legs wide as he thrust into me harder and harder. I could feel the climax building inside of me as he thrust his dick into me, and suddenly an orgasm gripped me. I moaned loudly and shuddered as Roman continued to pump his dick into my body. The sensation between my thighs was intense as Roman gave a final thrust and came inside of me with a loud grunt, almost like a growl. We breathed heavily as Roman collapsed onto the bed beside me, pulling me onto his sweat-dampened chest. "You’re amazing, Hannah," Roman said, breathlessly. I smiled up at him, feeling every bit as much his wife as our wedding had made me.

I kissed Roman on the lips before reclining against his chest. He held me there, stroking my bare shoulder. We laid there together, catching our breaths as images moved across the muted TV screen. I thought about Roman’s words, that he didn’t want me to regret anything, and I didn’t. It felt right.

"Do you want more champagne?" Roman asked me. I gazed up into his blue eyes, noting his content expression.

"I would love to have more champagne," I said. Roman kissed me before he stood in all his naked glory and walked to the minibar. He poured us both more champagne and brought me a glass. We sipped the champagne, and I slipped beneath the covers as I began to feel chilly being exposed in the room. He slipped under the covers beside me and we sipped our champagne together, smiling as we glimpsed at one another.

"Now I’m exhausted," I said, leaning my head back against the headboard.

Roman laughed and took my empty glass, placing it on the side table. "Get some sleep, Hannah, you’re going to need it for tomorrow."

I slid down beneath the covers, resting my head on a pillow and gazing up at Roman. "Are you still not telling me where we’re going?" I asked him.

He smiled at me. "Guess," he said.

"Will there be a beach?" I asked him, lifting up onto my elbow as I perked up to play the guessing game.

"Yes, there will be beaches," he said. I bit my lip and glanced away to think for a moment. I turned back to meet Roman’s blue eyes.

"Is it California?" I asked him.

"Nope, guess again," he said, smiling and reaching over to move a few strands of hair from my face.

"Is it in the States at all?" I asked.

"No," he said.

"I’ll never guess, Roman," I whined playfully. "There are a ton of beaches overseas."

"Then I guess you’ll have to find out tomorrow," he said to me, planting a kiss on my lips.

"I can wait," I said, reclining on my pillow again. "As long as there are beaches. I love the beach."

"Good, I’m glad," Roman said to me. "Do you mind if I check my email?"

I frowned up at him. "You’re going to work during our honeymoon?" I asked him.

"Not work, per se," he said. "I like to check my emails because it gives me a good sense of what’s going on in my absence. I just read through them to stay up-to-date on business."

"Sure," I said before I was overcome with a yawn. I stretched and snuggled into the sheets, watching Roman pull his laptop out of a bag on the nightstand beside him. He flipped the thin machine open and clicked through, reading silently to himself for a moment before glancing over at me and smiling.

"You look so peaceful lying there," he said to me and I smiled at him.

"I feel at peace," I said. Roman stroked my hair, seeming deep in thought. "What are you thinking?" I asked him.

"I’m thinking that this marriage is right for us," Roman said to me. "I took a dangerous gamble by bidding on you that night, but I won that gamble tenfold."

I offered him a sleepy smile. "I agree, Roman. I won, too," I said before dozing off to sleep as Roman stroked my hair.