“Yours will be just as beautiful.” I kissed her head and looked around as our loved ones laughed and celebrated with us.
“I’m only making one change,” she said, leaning her head against mine. Derek had wandered over to where Stuart stood with Mariska, and Lane dragged Patrick to where they stood with Kenny and Slayde embracing beside them.
“What?” I asked absently, thinking what a great-looking group.
“I’m insisting all the guys be in uniform.”
“Oh my god.” I clutched her arm, my eyes round. “Hot.”
“I know, right?” We laughed and she pulled me. Derek motioned for us to come there, and we ran over to them. Patrick’s arm was around my waist, and it was exactly what I’d wished for. A Christmas miracle.
* * *
A Little Later...
Patrick
My hands slid up Elaine’s dress, smoothing her narrow thighs. “I’ve been counting the minutes until I could do this.”
She held my shoulders, dropping her head forward to kiss me. I was on my knees in front of her, and silky blonde hair spilled around us like a curtain. Two pulls, and her cream-satin panties were gone.
“I love these underwear,” I groaned, as her bare pussy was unveiled before me.
“You don’t have to tear them—” she started, but it was cut off by a gasp as I sunk my tongue between her luscious folds. “Patrick...” she moaned.
I held her soft ass as I circled her clit, feeling the change in her muscles. Her breathing picked up, and my fly grew tight. We were in the loft in the back of the barn as our friends and family continued to celebrate below. The first glimpse I got of an opening, I’d dragged her away and up here.
Her thighs began to quiver, and I knew she was getting close. Sliding two fingers inside, my semi went to solid hard-on.
“You’re so wet,” I murmured, kissing the crease of her leg. She whimpered, and I made short work of getting my pants open and down so she could drop onto me.
Her dress was bunched around her waist, but it had little buttons on the front. She quickly unfastened them, and I used my nose to push her strapless bra down. Her ass was in my hands, and I was moving her up and down my shaft. It was fucking heaven.
“You are so sexy, Mrs. Knight.” I leaned forward to take a hard pull on her tight nipple, and she cried out.
Her thighs tensed, and she started riding me faster. God, I loved it when she got off on me. She gripped my shoulders and set her pace, bucking on my hips and scrubbing her clit against my pelvis.
“Oh, God, Patrick!” She was coming, and her inside muscles flexing around me were getting me off just as fast.
“Fuck,” I groaned, gripping her hard. She moaned again, and I moved her faster, slamming into her until she let out a broken wail and shuddered in my arms. My stomach tightened, everything went tight.
Her blonde hair covered me, the scent of flowers surrounded us, and my orgasm shot off, temporarily blinding me. I groaned against her neck, and she held me, breathing hard, her soft breasts rising and falling like beautiful pillows under my chin. I lowered my face to kiss each of them once more, and she made a little whimper.
“I love being married to you already,” she sighed as I kissed her mouth, smiling.
“You just wait. That was only a quickie. It gets better.”
She giggled, tracing her fingers over my cheeks. “I’m one lucky lady, Mr. Knight.”
“Not as lucky as I am, Mrs. Knight.”
Another long kiss, and we had to get back to our wedding reception.
* * *
Derek leaned beside me against the sea-green bar that wound its way through the Sip-N-Dip Lounge. He held a scotch, and I had a vodka, smiling as we watched Melissa, Elaine, and Kenny sing along with Piano Pat. Slayde sat in a nearby booth talking to Mariska, while Stuart quietly watched. A scotch was untouched on the table in front of him, and he kept touching the beautiful girl at his side, seeming overwhelmed by her.
“Looks like the Marines lost another lifer,” I laughed, taking a hit of vodka.