Chapter 1: Introduction
Aspen looked quite different from the day I married her. She had worn a simple white dress that hugged her curves just right, not revealing too much, but enough to make me harden with anticipation. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a neat bun, and her blue eyes sparkled with a mix of excitement and nervousness. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, and I couldn't wait to call her my wife.
Now, as she stood before me in our honeymoon suite, she looked like a goddess. Her dress was gone, replaced by a lacy, black bra and matching thong.
Her hair cascaded down her shoulders in loose waves, and her eyes held a newfound confidence, a spark that sent a shiver down my spine. She was every bit as stunning as she had been in her wedding dress, but now, she was mine.
"You're breathtaking," I whispered, my voice barely audible.
Aspen smirked, a slow, seductive curve of her perfectly painted lips. "Well, you're not so bad yourself, husband," she replied, her eyes flicking down to the tent in my pants.
"Especially for a little guy."
I felt my cheeks flush at her words. Aspen had always been honest, sometimes brutally so, but there was no malice in her words. She was simply stating a fact. I was a small man, in every sense of the word. Short, with a petite frame, and a package to match. It had always been a source of insecurity for me, but Aspen had never made me feel less for it.
"You know I love every inch of you, right?" she added, stepping closer.
"Every. Inch." She accentuated the last two words, her voice dropping to a low, sultry purr. I felt her hands on my chest, her fingers playing with the buttons of my shirt. She leaned in, her breath warm on my ear. "I can't wait to prove it to you."
I gulped, my heart pounding in my chest. I could feel the heat radiating off her body, and my own body responded in kind. Despite my insecurities, I wanted her. I wanted her more than I'd ever wanted anything in my life.
Aspen stepped back, her eyes never leaving mine.
She hooked her thumbs into the sides of her thong and slowly shimmied out of it, letting it fall to the floor. I couldn't help but let my gaze wander, taking in her curves, her soft skin, and the hint of something else, something I hadn't noticed before.
"What's this?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper. I reached out, my fingertips brushing against a small, raised scar just above her pubic bone.
Aspen followed my gaze and smiled. "Oh, that?" she said, her voice casual.
"It's a souvenir from my past."
I looked up at her, confusion written all over my face. "From your past?"
Aspen chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent a jolt of anticipation through me. "Don't worry about it, sweetheart," she said, stepping closer. "Tonight is about us. About you and me."
She reached out, her hands cupping my face, her thumbs brushing against my cheeks. I could feel the heat of her body, the softness of her touch, and I was lost. Lost in her eyes, in her smile, in the promise of what was to come.
Aspen leaned in, her lips brushing against mine, soft and gentle at first, then deepening, her tongue sliding against mine, demanding more. I opened up to her, my hands finding her hips, pulling her closer, my body aching for her, for this.
She broke away, her breath coming in short gasps, her eyes dark with desire. "You have no idea how long I've waited for this," she said, her voice barely a whisper. "You have no idea how much I want you."
I felt a surge of confidence, of pride. She wanted me. She, this goddess of a woman, wanted me. It was intoxicating.