The CEO’s Second Choice

Elena

OH

MY

ABSOLUTE

GOD

What is Sebastian doing to me? Was that…? Did I just have my first orgasm?

He comes up from in between my legs and stares down at me, a naughty, fox-like smile on his face. “You taste exquisite,” He says, and he licks his lips, making me feel completely mortified. I bring my hands up to my face to cover my embarrassment as I was laid bare for my husband, but he moves them away. “No,” he says while shaking his head. “You are beautiful, Elena. Do not hide from me. I want to drink you in, every little expression on your face I wish to remember.”

Gosh, was he always such a smooth talker?

“Good girl,” he says and lays back down on top of me, steadying himself with his palms next to my head and leaning down to kiss me. I tasted myself on his lips and wondered what he found so exquisite in the taste. Then it occurs to me that Sebastian was still fully clothed. I push him away and he looks at me with a frown, but I smile at him and sit on my knees. Then I take his tie and pull him towards me, seeing the cogs turning and setting into place. I undo his tie and set it aside, then I unbutton his shirt, peering up at him through my lashes. My fingers were fumbling to undo the buttons, but he was patient with me until I got to the last one and I finally had a chance to look at his body.

Sebastian’s body was immaculate; toned and muscled to perfection. I ran my fingers over his chiselled chest and brought my lips closer to him, kissing his body as he had mine. Listening to his groans made me smile because I knew my touch did to him exactly what his touch did to me. I looked up into his eyes, and we kissed as he laid me down onto the bed yet again. He made quick work of disposing of his pants and shoes, but as soon as he pulled down his jockey briefs; I paled.

Oh my God. How was that… How was that going to fit inside me? Not only did Sebastian have the body of a Greek god, but he was incredibly well endowed.

He takes in my expression and chuckles. “We’ll take it slow, love. If you wish to stop, at any time, just say the words. This is all about you and your comfort right now, not me and my needs.” He tells me, and my body relaxes some more. I nod and he smiles down at me before lowering himself down again. He holds my gaze and kisses me gently, savouring every twist and stroke of his tongue playing with mine.

Then he lifts himself up and looks at me before taking himself in his hand and lowering his body down. He rubs his tip against my opening, then back up to my clit again and I relax a bit, which is what I think he was aiming for. Then he stops at my opening and pushes gently, parting me where no other man has before. He looked into my eyes, and I could see the worry there. I cup his face with my hands and plant a kiss on his lips. “It’s okay… I want this, I want you.” I tell him and I feel him smile against my kiss. He pushes inside me and I let out a gasp, then he withdraws again, then he pushes inside even further, and I feel myself tear in two.

I was literally tearing.

I choked back a cry as he pulled out again, then slowly pushed back in, and I could not help but feel completely full in my nether regions. Gosh, this was uncomfortable. And painful. “I need you to relax, love, or this will be extremely painful.” He tells me and lowers his head to my breasts. Taking my nipple in his mouth again, twirling his tongue around it and gently sucking as he slowly continues to push and withdraw. I felt myself relaxing a bit and realised that something was pushing past the burning pain of my hymen being torn.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

It was another orgasm building.

I close my eyes and wrap my arms around his lower back as he continues to thrust gently inside me. He groans and closes his eyes. “You feel amazing, Elena. So incredibly tight and all mine… all mine.” He whispers his dirty talk, and I feel it heading straight to my core. Sebastian braces himself on his elbows and brings a hand in between us, trailing lower and finding my clit. With his finger, he starts rubbing it in circles, immediately reigniting the lust inside of me. “Oh… oh my…” I breathe out, not entirely sure how to express myself in this situation as yet. He thrusts a bit faster as he rubs my clit and I feel my orgasm steadily building.

Sebastian’s groans are the fuel that brings me to the cusp of my orgasm. He pins me with that look that I love, and his eyes darken. “Come for me, petite pâquerette.” He whispers in my ear and that was all I needed; I am pushed over the precipice and falling as I call out my husband’s name as he slowly thrusts inside me.

As the remnants of my orgasm ebb away, I feel Sebastian stiffen and let out a groan, whispering my name.

He opens his eyes and regards me with what I could only describe as wonder as he slowly withdraws from me. I let out a whimper as he pulls out completely and his brow furrows. “I am sorry, my love,” He says with a wistful tone, and I shake my head. “Don’t apologize, I wanted this, I wanted to give this to you, and I don’t regret it.” I tell him, and I see his expression soften a little. He nods, then moves to pick me up and carries me to the bathroom. With the flick of a button beneath the light switch, the octagonal spa starts to fill up. Wow, almost four months of living here and I wasn’t aware of this little button.

When the bath is filled, he lowers me inside, then gets in behind me, pulling me close to his chest. Holding me close, he lets out a sigh of contentment. Then it all hits me; Sebastian and I had just shared the most intimate thing. He has been my first. Tears sting my eyes as the thought overwhelms me.

“Elena?” he asks with concern lacing his voice when he hears me sniffling. “What’s wrong, love?”

What was wrong? I didn’t even know… did all girls feel this way after offering their virginity to someone who meant a lot to them? Did all girls feel so completely laid bare to that person afterwards?

“I… I don’t know… I’m just feeling so overwhelmed. You were my first and…” I say, trail off as tears stream down my face and he draws me closer to him under the scalding water. He kisses my hair. “You do not know how it makes me feel knowing you were willing to give me something so precious, Elena. In our time spent together this evening, my feelings for you have grown deeper. I am more in love with you now than I was when I woke up this morning. Thank you.”

I turn around and gaze at my husband, my heart swelling at his words, and my bottom lip quivers. He draws my head closer to him and kisses my hair, and that’s when I realise it. This feeling I have been trying to fight for the last few months, ever since our first kiss in his office, our first dance at our wedding I had always known.

He was my stubborn, hard-headed, egotistical husband and I was unmitigatedly in love with him.