I’ll probably never stop searching for the truth.
Today, all that is pushed aside. Not wanting to wait any longer, Lara enlisted Roland’s help, and the two of them put together a simple New Orleans wedding that took us to all the places we know and love.
From our six a.m. start time to now, I think it was a pretty perfect day, and now I’m driving my wife and daughter home.
I park my Acura on the street and place my hand on Lara’s knee as I open my door. “Wait here.”
I quickly take sleeping Jillian out of her car seat and jog her inside, tucking her in her crib and making sure she drifts to sleep again. Then I’m back at the car, where my always-stubborn wife has stepped out and is standing with her arms crossed, her back against the door.
Pausing at the front steps, I drink in her sexy body loosely covered in lace. “I love that dress.”
Her cheeks flush pretty pink, and she lifts the side of the almost-sheer skirt. “It was my one splurge. Designer from Barcelona.”
I take a slower pace, returning to her at the car. The way the delicate top is designed, the lace appears to be falling off her shoulders, dipping low around her breasts. It’s incredibly sexy and has my semi rising in my slacks.
“I’m not complaining. You’re gorgeous in it.” Stopping in front of her, I reach down to lift her in my arms. “Time to get across that threshold and get naked.”
She laughs, rolling her eyes, which immediately widen. “I forgot to toss my bouquet!”
“We’ll put it in a vase on the table instead.”
Her lips twist to the side. “I guess we’re not very traditional.”
“Traditional is for boring people. We can start being traditional after today if you want.”
She leans forward and kisses my cheek. “As long as we’re together.”
We’re across the threshold, but I keep going until we’re in our bedroom at the back of the house. It has a large master bathroom attached with a jetted, garden tub. I put my wife’s feet on the carpet and go to it, switching on the hot water.
“Hm,” she sighs. “I like where your head’s at.”
“You’re going to like where it’s about to be even more.”
She really laughs, then squeals when I lift her off her feet and drop her flat on her back on our king-sized bed. Her breasts rise and fall rapidly, creating those sexy little peaks at the top of her bra, and my semi is fully erect.
Dropping to my knees, I slide my hands under her skirt, moving them higher up her thighs along with her dress, and she lets out a low moan. I don’t stop, bunching the soft silk around her waist as I kiss the line of her lacy panties from her hip to the center below her navel.
Catching the sides with my fingers, I drag them away so I can sink my tongue over her clit and circle it fast and hard.
“Oh, God… Mark!” Her hips jump, and I give her a suck.
She’s fresh and sweet like the ocean, and I want her to come hard so I can flip her over and fuck her good.
“I’ve been dreaming of this since you stepped around that statue this morning.” I speak against her thigh, letting my beard tickle her sensitive skin. Chill bumps break out across her skin.
“Please…” she whimpers, and I’m back on her clit, sinking two fingers deep in her clenching core while I lick and pull that little bud.
Her hands slap the mattress, and her body writhes. I can feel she’s starting to come around my fingers.
“Mark—” Her voice breaks as her back arches off the bed. “Oh, God!”
She jerks as if electricity is running through her, and I slide my fingers out, ripping those panties away. I quickly turn her onto her stomach and push the dress up so her smooth ass is exposed.
Unfastening my slacks, I let them fall to the floor as I scoop her up by her hips and guide my cock to her entrance. She’s clenching and wet and I thrust balls deep, groaning loudly as her breathy cry fills the room. Catching both her hips, I pull her against me, fucking her hard as she begs me for more.
Her palms are flat on the mattress and she pushes against it, bucking her ass against my pelvis, riding out the waves of her orgasm as I climb. Deep inside, her pussy spasms and pulls me, and my eyes close as my orgasm spreads through my torso.
“Fuck yeah,” I hiss, holding her stomach as I brace my hand beside hers on the mattress.