SWNOVELXO Chapter 231 Divine
"We're finally alone," Riley said with a warm smile, his voice low and husky, eyes gleaming with desire as they traced every curve of his wife's body. She was perfect!
"Yes…" Fiona murmured, her cheeks flushed a soft shade of pink.
Her heart beat faster under his gaze, and though she wanted to say more, her words vanished the moment Riley stepped closer.
In a blink, he cupped her face and pressed his lips to hers. He wanted to do this for a long long time.
"Mmm…" Fiona moaned softly into the kiss, startled at first but quickly surrendering.
Her body tensed for a moment, then relaxed as she let Riley guide her.
She was no expert in this, but something about his presence—gentle yet confident—gave her the courage to respond.
She mimicked his movements, learning the rhythm of the kiss, the press and pull, the warmth and hunger exchanged between their lips.
Riley deepened the kiss, one hand slipping behind her neck while the other began to explore.
His fingers brushed the edge of her robe, finding the knot that held it together.
Slowly, deliberately, he began to untie it. Fiona shivered—not from cold, but from anticipation—as the fabric loosened around her shoulders.
The kiss broke only for a second, just long enough for Riley to whisper against her lips, "You're beautiful."
Fiona blushed even deeper, her breath coming faster.
She didn't resist when her robe slid off her shoulders, revealing more of her pale, delicate skin.
Inch by inch, Riley uncovered her, his gaze never leaving hers, as if asking for silent permission with every movement.
"…" She gave it with her eyes.
Before long, Fiona stood completely bare before him, vulnerable yet radiant, her chest rising and falling with nervous excitement.
Riley looked at her with reverence, like she was something sacred.
He leaned forward, kissed her collarbone, then trailed soft kisses down to her chest.
Fiona's breath hitched, her hands instinctively rising to hold his shoulders.
Every touch felt like fire on her skin—new, unfamiliar, and yet exhilarating.
Riley gently led her to the bed, his arms strong and reassuring. He had done this many times but this was the first time with Fiona.
The sheets were cool beneath her, a stark contrast to the heat building between them.
He hovered above her, eyes locked with hers as if to ask again: Are you ready?
Fiona gave the slightest nod.
Riley resumed his kisses, now moving lower, tasting the skin of her neck, her shoulders, her stomach.
His hands caressed her thighs, her hips, mapping every inch with care.
He moved with patience and purpose, savoring every reaction, every little gasp and tremble.
"You're mine now," he whispered into her ear, voice thick with emotion.
Fiona wrapped her arms around him, drawing him closer, her heart thundering in her chest. "Yes… I'm yours."
Riley smiled as he finally took a moment to truly take in the woman who now belonged entirely to him. She was a divine sight.
Fiona, lying beneath him, was radiant in the dim light—her red hair fanned across the bed like a flame, cheeks flushed, lips parted as she gazed up at him with nervous anticipation and trust.
She was everything he'd ever dreamed of and more.
His eyes slowly traced her form, starting from the graceful slope of her neck, down to her soft, ample breasts—full and round, tipped with delicate pink nipples that practically begged for attention.
Her waist curved inward beautifully before flaring into wide, sensual hips, and between her thighs, nestled in softness, was the untouched treasure that made his heart pound harder in his chest.
She was stunning—so perfect that it almost didn't feel real.
Desire surged within him, hot and overwhelming, his body responding instinctively.
He ached to take her right then and there, to bury himself deep and lose control—but he didn't.
Not yet. Tonight wasn't just about passion.
It was about her, about easing her nerves and helping her discover the kind of pleasure she'd never known before.
He leaned in, placing a soft kiss on her lips—slow and reassuring—before letting his mouth travel lower.
"Ohhhhh…" Fiona gasped when he kissed her neck, then her collarbone, her body already beginning to react beneath his gentle assault.
"You're so beautiful," he murmured, brushing a thumb across her cheek. "So perfect and flawless."
Fiona blushed deeper, her eyes fluttering shut as she nodded. "Yes..."
With a soft growl of appreciation, Riley dipped his head lower, his lips finding her right nipple.
He suckled gently at first, teasing it with his tongue, savoring the way it hardened in his mouth.
Then he became more focused, drawing it in deeper, applying more pressure with every flick of his tongue.
His hand caressed her other breast, kneading it, fingers expertly circling the second nipple until it, too, stood stiff with sensitivity.
"Ahhhh…" Fiona moaned, her back arching.
She instinctively reached for his head, threading her fingers through his hair and holding him to her chest.
Her body was new to this, but already she felt it responding—trembling beneath his touch, craving more.
Riley alternated between her breasts, giving each one equal attention, worshipping them with his mouth and hands.
He could feel her body growing hotter, twitching and writhing with every suck, every squeeze, every flick of his tongue.
She moaned again—long and needy—and he knew he was bringing her closer and closer to the edge.
"More… please…" she whispered, her voice breathless.
He gave her more.
His mouth moved faster now, more insistent, his tongue drawing firm circles around her nipples, his hands caressing and massaging every inch of her sensitive breasts.
Fiona's breathing became ragged, her hips shifting on the bed, her thighs squeezing together in response to the unbearable pleasure rising inside her.
She didn't understand how it was possible—how she could feel this good from just her breasts—but the pleasure was building fast, hot and dizzying, like a wave threatening to crash over her.
"Riley… I… I can't… it's too much…"
"Yes, you can," he whispered against her skin, voice dark with desire. "Let go, Fiona. Just let it happen."
And she did.
With a strangled cry, her body went taut, then convulsed with a powerful climax.
Her thighs shook, her hands pulled at Riley's hair as her chest lifted into his mouth one final time.
"Rileyyyyy!" she screamed, her voice cracking with pleasure as the orgasm consumed her.
Her whole body trembled beneath him, her breathing wild and uneven as she rode the intense wave of ecstasy.
Riley didn't stop until her trembling began to ease.
Slowly, gently, he lifted his head and looked at her.
Fiona was flushed and breathless, her body still twitching with aftershocks.
Her eyes were half-lidded, dazed from pleasure, and a faint smile formed on her lips.
"I… I didn't know that could happen…" she whispered, her voice shaking.
Riley leaned down and kissed her again, tenderly. "That was just from your breasts, love," he murmured with a smirk. "Imagine what else I can make you feel."
Fiona blushed harder, biting her lip.
Riley brushed his hand down her side, trailing his fingertips over her stomach and then lower.
"I'm going to take my time with you," he promised. "You'll remember tonight for the rest of your life."
And slowly, carefully, he began to explore the rest of her body—with lips, with hands, with whispered words—determined to worship every inch of the woman who had just become his, heart and soul.
Riley smiled to himself, eyes glinting with anticipation as he shifted his focus to the next part of his wife's body—one he had patiently waited to explore.
Between her trembling thighs, Fiona's womanhood glistened with the wet evidence of her earlier release.
The sight alone—soft, pink, untouched, and still so tightly closed—was enough to make Riley's pulse quicken.
She was beautiful there too. Everything about her was. And now, she was his to love, to please, and to worship.
Without wasting another moment, Riley lowered himself between her thighs and gently parted them wider, savoring the subtle gasp Fiona gave as cool air met her heat.
His hands caressed the soft skin of her inner thighs, then moved to her folds, gently spreading them apart to reveal her most sensitive place.
She was soaked.
And Riley was in heaven.
He leaned in and pressed his tongue against her slick entrance, savoring the sweet, intoxicating taste of her arousal.
Fiona tensed beneath him, her breath catching as he began to explore her with slow, deliberate licks.
He moved with care at first—long, smooth strokes that made her hips squirm and her hands reach for the sheets.
Then he grew bolder.
His tongue flattened, then hardened, probing her entrance and dipping inside, tasting her deeper.
"Ahhhhh…"
"Ohhhhh…"
"Ughhhh…" She moaned, legs twitching around his shoulders as he began to truly indulge himself—licking, sucking, teasing every inch of her glistening pink folds.
He used his fingers to spread her open even more, marveling at the untouched beauty of her virgin cunt.
"Riley… ahh…!" Fiona cried out, trembling beneath his tongue.
Her fingers clutched the sheets, her thighs pressing closer around his head as he continued without pause.