The Twelve Zenati Pt. 09

"Or insist on interviewing her tomorrow." Dominic seemed to consider the small woman in the wheelchair who looked so fragile and vulnerable.

"We have three planes here. Gideon came across in his own jet, so we can take that back with just a few of us, and the rest can come once they have packed up.

"We'll make sure Gideon and Vivienne get back, if you take his jet," Leighton said. I don't imagine that will be tomorrow. Maybe the day after," he grinned. "We sent them somewhere special for tonight, instead of a proper honeymoon, which would have to be delayed no doubt with the recent crisis being so widespread."

"True. Thanks, Leighton, we appreciate your hospitality," Genesis said.

"Vivienne's special. You're getting the best of us, and she would expect it of me," Leighton said with a crooked smile. "If you want to leave immediately, I'll have someone take you out to the airfield."

"Thanks," Genesis nodded.

"Will we flip for who gets to pilot Gideon's jet?" Xavier asked.

"You can do it. If there is even a tiny scratch on that jet, Gideon would kill either of us. If you do it, he'll have to think twice," Noah chuckled.

"Actually, Gen, can you co-pilot? I'd like to talk to Noah on the way back, and the girls can stretch out in the back and sleep if they want," Dominic suggested.

"I guess," Genesis said a little reluctantly.

"Emma will look after her like a princess, I promise," Dominic reassured him with a laugh. "You have nothing to worry about, trust me." He tapped the side of his head. "Not tonight, anyway," he smirked.

*****

A golf buggy which has been strung with tin cans, making Vivienne laugh delightedly, had been waiting for them outside the front door, and after a few simple instructions on how to drive, Rick told Gideon to follow him and got into a second buggy with a watchman. It was a short ride to the edge of the estate, but it may as well have been another world, Gideon admitted, taking in the large cave-like structure. A small waterfall fell through a hole in the rock ceiling of the cave to a dark pool that rippled and lapped around the edges, and the moonlight made the white water glow almost incandescently. The cave was huge, and a yurt of sorts had been set up and glowed from the inside with golden candlelight.

"Moonlight and waterfalls," Gideon whispered, remembering Leighton's speech.

"It's my most favourite place in the world," Vivienne informed him.

"Mine is anywhere you are," he said sincerely, and hearing Rick's buggy leave without waiting for them to thank him, Gideon pulled his wife to him and kissed her tenderly. "My wife," he murmured, still amazed by all she had done when he had believed that he was coming here to fight to win her back.

"My husband," she smiled.

Unable to hold back his desire any longer, he picked her up and carried her into the circular canvas tent, noting how spacious it was before zeroing in on the large bed with the wrought iron bedframe. He placed her on her feet, feeling indecisive for the first time that day, and trying to sort out his muddled thoughts. This would be her first time. It needed to be special, not rushed and greedy. He needed to slow himself down. He took a deep breath and as he had been advised, started counting slowly to ten before saying or doing anything moronic to ruin the moment or the night for her.

Vivienne looked at him curiously. She was already nervous about the wedding night, and she couldn't work out why he had gone so quiet and still. She couldn't work out why his hands weren't on her, all over her, as they had been most of the night. Now that they were here with the privacy they needed, had he changed his mind? She hadn't really given him time to think and consider her proposal or the surprise wedding. Had she pushed him too far? Was he such an alpha-male that he couldn't deal with her taking the lead so strongly today?

"I just wanted you to know. I lost it when you left the way you did. I know Mama was out of line and it wasn't your fault, but the thought of you refusing to see me again..." Gideon turned his head away, and she instinctively grabbed him. "I really lost it. They gave me a sedative to stop me from flying here to kidnap you. I would have today, if you hadn't agreed to see me," he gave her a rueful smile. "I would have kidnapped you and forced you to listen to me and take me seriously. I would have lost it again," he repeated.

He caught her body to his, and she wrapped her arms around him, pressing her breasts into his chest. Not knowing what to say to his confession, she reached up and pulled his mouth down to hers. The touch of his cool lips brushing against hers caused a thrill of excitement to rush through her. His kiss was soft, gentle, and then became more urgent as she opened her mouth to accept his tongue. Even though this wasn't their first kiss, she almost felt as if it was. This would be a night of firsts for both of them in their relationship. Her heart pounded so hard it hurt as she kissed him back fervently.

"Oh, God," he groaned, pulling away, "Then you did all this for me? I feel almost unworthy of it. You are the most amazing, confusing, wonderous woman I have ever met."

"I feel the same way about you," Vivienne whispered as she smiled into his chest. "It was only once I was here and you were there that I realised that you were what I wanted, too. That was difficult for me. No one has ever wanted me the way you say you do. It is unbelievable to someone like me that it could be true, but I am choosing to trust in you and what I feel here." She placed a hand over her heart.

"Thank God," Gideon groaned and kissed her again, deepening and lengthening it all the more, showing just how much he wanted her. "I was scared of doing or saying the wrong thing for you right now. Your first time should be special, slow and tender, but what I feel is more ferocious than that, I want you so badly right now that it hurts, and I'm not sure once we start if I'll be able to control what I feel and the things I want to do to you and your heavenly body."

"I'm yours now, all yours, only yours. I'm not afraid or even concerned, because I know you, and even your ferocity couldn't hurt me, not truly," Vivienne said to soothe him, and his hands reached around to cup her ass, digging in slightly, enjoying the feeling of the firm flesh below the layers of material.

It seemed absurd to him then that he was the mature, more experienced person. Yet he felt awkward and unsure, while she seemed confident about what she wanted. He drew another breath and, trusting in her, he let her take the lead, relinquishing the burden of taking her virginity and allowing her to give it to him, if only for a little while, as he sorted out his emotions.

Her smooth hand felt small in his as she led him closer to the bed. It was a soft feminine space that had been created inside the yurt, all satin and lace in fresh blue, green and white. It had been created for her by her brothers, he reminded himself. The light fragrance of roses hung in the air and he smiled at such a traditional choice of flowers for a wedding, when nothing else about their wedding had been traditional at all. Not even the dress she wore.

The smile that crossed his face warmed her trembling limbs and hid her excited nervousness. She smiled in return, not trusting her voice. Of course, she wanted this every bit as much as he did. She wanted him more than anyone she had ever known, but now she felt somehow unstable when finally faced with having sex for the first time with the man she had chosen to marry. The bravado she usually wore like a shield seemed to desert her, and even though she remained fully clothed, she felt naked under his heated gaze. She suddenly worried about her inexperience, her body and if he would still look at her in the same way once she was stripped of her clothes. God, this was a mistake. He couldn't want her the same way that she wanted him. She didn't know how she had managed to convince herself that this could work.

Gideon saw the panic of insecurity rise in her eyes, and he reached out to gently push a stray strand of hair behind her ear and grazed her bottom lip with his thumb before bringing his mouth to hers again. It was a slow kiss, deepening as his desire built even further. He knew he needed to go slow with her, take her gently. He hoped to God he could.

A hot rush travelled through Vivienne's body as she responded to his kiss and felt him toying with the buttons on the back of her dress. One button at a time popped open under his long fingers, and the cool air wrapped itself around her shoulders as he slid the bodice of the dress down to expose to his gaze the strapless bra that she wore. She gasped as she felt him nuzzle into her neck and trace her collarbone with his lips.

"So fucking sexy," he groaned, trailing his fingers over the delicate white lace strapless bra. "Are you wearing panties that match?"

"Yes," she moaned as he brushed his fingers across her lace-covered nipples. They surged under his caress and sent piercing streaks of arousal to her pussy. His caress was like a hot spark through the fabric, and his touch excited her like she hadn't believed possible from her past experiences. She didn't know how she would withstand his hands on the naked skin of her breast as she felt him reach behind her for the clasp. She felt the pressure of the material release, and without the slow unveiling she had expected, he pulled it away quickly and her breasts spilled out, ripe and firm, as the lace garment fell to the floor.

"God, you're beautiful." His voice sounded more than husky, scratchy even, as if it was raw with the heat and lust he felt for her.

Vivienne felt a blush creep up her neck. No man had ever seen her bare breasts. She had petted a little, even touched a cock or two, but she had always kept her body strictly off limits, thinking it looked too large and out of proportion, and too oddly shaped to keep the interest of any man who saw it. The urge to cover her chest with her arms was strong, but she resisted. Instead she decided to take the words he had uttered and bolster her flagging self-confidence to ask for what she wanted now.

"Touch me please, Gideon," she groaned. She'd hoped her voice would sound strong and self-assured. Unfortunately, she couldn't pull it off, and it shook with pure anxiety.

"You couldn't stop me now if you tried," he groaned, cupping her breast and leaning down to swipe his tongue across one hard nipple.

"Oh Gideon," she whimpered, as he teased the hard, little bud with his lips and rolled the other stiff nipple between two fingers. Her legs felt like they might collapse under her and she backed onto the bed. She watched him lean over her, an intense look on his face, and take her thus-far neglected breast into his warm mouth. He licked and sucked, alternating between the two stiff peaks, until she trembled and gasped on the edge of something she'd never experienced before. She felt feverish with excitement. Her mouth was dry, but her body was more alive than it had ever been before. Without him having touched her pussy, it was wet, yet felt as if it was on fire and throbbing with need. Shivers of anticipation shot up her spine, and she sucked her breath in raggedly as he dragged his insistent tongue down, letting it trail over her belly and to her navel. He pushed down on the bottom half of her dress, and she lifted her hips off the bed to help him remove it. Gideon took his time exploring her body, trailing his fingers and mouth over her belly and thighs, before running them teasingly over the lace of her panties, making her moan loudly.

"Take off your panties. I want to see all of you." His voice was thick with longing.

The panties were moist, evidence of her excitement, and she was certain that he could smell her arousal as she hooked her thumbs inside the waistband of the lacy white panties and wriggled out of them. She felt exposed, vulnerable, but also incredibly excited by the expression on his face, as he watched her offer her body to him. His expression showed eagerness, pleasure, even greed, she thought. There was no sign of the trepidation she had expected to see there.

Without taking his gaze from her, he stripped quickly, throwing his jacket at a nearby chair and yanking his shirt over his head without undoing all the buttons. He toed his shoes off and pulled the socks off before opening the zipper of his pants and finally shoving them down his legs with his underwear. He kicked them off and stood before her.

Vivienne couldn't stop the gasp that escaped her lips. Gideon's body was well-toned and tanned, with a broad chest and slightly tapering waist. Short hairs nestled between his nipples and ran in a thin wisp down the centre of his stomach to his navel. But it was his cock that held her attention. It stood, swollen and erect, thrusting out from his dark pubic hair. Her breath caught in her throat. This was a man's cock that she was looking at, and in her virgin mind, it appeared impossibly thick and long, with distended veins running along the shaft. Her pussy throbbed at the sight of it, but her stomach churned in repressed fear. None of the cocks she had seen, either professionally or personally, had ever looked quite so imposing, but then she had never had to worry about one penetrating her ill-equipped body before. Could she take it? Would it fit? Oh God, she would have to stop him... Would he let her stop him now?

His hands moved slowly and tenderly over her body, pushing the anxiety from her mind as they wandered over her contours, through the soft, fine pubic hair and cupped her pussy gently. She groaned softly as his fingers caressed the lips, wet with her arousal, and then slid between their moistness into the entrance of her pussy. Gideon buried his face against her neck and whispered;

"Christ, you're gorgeous, Vivienne. Why have you waited so long to have sex? I can't believe no other guy hasn't been on his knees begging to have you. Why did you wait for me?" Gideon asked in an awestruck voice.

She moved her pelvis in time with his probing fingers. They were curious and insistent and were creating marvellous sensations in her pussy. "I haven't actually waited." She gasped as a stab of pleasure rippled through her. "It's just that I haven't been interested in the guys who were interested in me." She groaned again and spread her legs wider. "Oh God, Gideon, that feels so..." Her voice faded as he took immediate advantage of her pleasure, dipping his finger deeper inside her wetness. Her hips jerked suddenly at the unfamiliar sensation of being penetrated.

"Easy," he soothed as he let his thumb circle and caress the hood of her swollen clit. "We want you to be really wet before we try anything," he murmured soothingly into the spot just below her ear and repeated, "Really wet. Just relax and enjoy it, beautiful."

Gideon felt the heavy beating of her heart. Its rhythm matched his own, but the throbbing in his cock was wilder than he could remember. It took every ounce of his willpower to restrain himself and not plough into her immediately. The scent of her virginal pussy was driving him wild, and it looked so good. All soft and pink, swollen and slick with her excitement. It was the most welcoming sight Gideon had seen in a long time. Unable to restrain his need to taste her properly, he kissed down her body again so that he could let his tongue slide through her glistening labia and taste her delicious essence as his lips sought out her fleshy clit.

"Oh, Gideon! Oh, shit!" Vivienne moaned, squirming under his mouth. Her nails dug into his scalp to hold him there. She didn't want him to ever stop. His tongue was creating sensations in her that she had never experienced before. Masturbation had always been good for her. She knew how to use her fingers expertly to bring herself to climax, but this was different. It was warmer, wetter and more teasing, with an intense build up that made her want to thrash around and cry out in pleasure and frustration. She rocked her pelvis against his mouth, her inhibitions fading into the background of the sensations he gave her. She moved with him, demanding more as he licked and explored her.

A squeal of pure pleasure tore from her lips as her spasms started deep inside. She trembled and gasped at the sensations that raced through her body to her pussy and exploded in a wave of pleasure that radiated back throughout her body again. As the waves of sensation crossed each other, she swore she would pass out. She held on to the here and now, enjoying the wild ride, and when she opened her eyes at last, she found him smiling at her, the edges of his mouth glistening with her juices.

"Oh Gideon, that was... wow! I mean amazing. I had no idea! Is that how it feels for you? I mean would it work the same way if I did it?" she asked, boldly reaching out to caress the rigid cock pressed into her side, eager at the thought of giving him the same pleasure he had just given her. It was hot and hard in her hands, and a small trickle of precum dribbled from the darkly coloured tip. Moving to a better position, she bent her head and tentatively stroked the velvety shaft against the side of her soft cheek, before dragging the tip of her tongue over the crown. Very gently, she drew it into her mouth and sucked slowly, lovingly, savouring his meaty thickness. She was surprised by her own enjoyment of this. She'd never even contemplated it before. It was well-known however, that men, and she had plenty of brothers who talked without filters, considered getting their cocks sucked as one of the true pleasures of life.

"Fuck, I'm hanging on by a thread here, Vivienne, and I won't be able to hold out if you do that much longer," he grunted as he watched her latch her soft lips onto his throbbing hardness. She moaned, overcome with the sensation of having him in her mouth and the taste of his excitement.

"Then don't. I came, so come for me, Gideon. I want you," she said after lifting her lips from his cock and looking up at him through hooded lids that only served to stoke the fire of his desire to even higher levels.

"No," he groaned and pulled her from his cock, pushing her back onto the bed. "The first time I come tonight will not be in your mouth," he grimaced.

A rush of adrenaline shot through Vivienne as he moved between her thighs. She felt the heat coming off him as he nudged himself against the moist outer lips of her pussy. She spread her legs, and he rubbed the head of his cock over her slickness. He hesitated for a second as he struggled to get himself under control then, leaning forward and supporting himself with his arms, he pressed ahead, pushing himself into her. His attention was focused on the warm, wet feeling of her lips surrounding his cock. They opened slowly to him, and he slowly pushed himself into the velvety depths of her. He hadn't been sure if he had been expecting the barrier of a hymen, given the fact that she admitted that she masturbated, but there was only a small amount of resistance to overcome as he continued to push into her with slow, gentle thrusts.

"Oh, Gideon!" Vivienne's voice was tremulous and shaky as he filled her and stretched her beyond what she had known.

Hearing her tremulous moan, he thrust forward sharply and groaned as he slid all the way up inside her. She winced and bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from crying out. Her breathing was fast and shallow as her pussy opened and stretched to take all of him. Despite the soreness and feeling of being overfull, it was a wondrous moment for her, finally knowing what it felt like to have a cock buried inside her. Her husband's cock, she reminded herself as she became accustomed to the amazing fullness.