I watch as her skin flushes, and I wonder just how far that flush travels down her body. I can’t wait to find out.
As soon as the door to the room is closed, I set my bride down and press her up against the door. I grip the back of her neck as I claim her mouth with my own. She reaches behind me, gripping the back of my suit, pulling me closer to her. If I were any closer right now, I would be inside her, which is exactly where I want to be. Seeing her in this dress, as gorgeous as she is, I have thought about getting her out of it all night.
“Need you out of this dress, now,” I growl against her lips before I swallow her moans.
She pushes herself off the door, and we make our way farther into the suite. Her hands push my jacket off my shoulders and make their way to the top of my dress pants to pull my shirt out. When her fingers graze my skin, I feel like I may not be able to last very long. Every time Dani touches me, it lights a fire in me.
She undoes each button, painfully slow. I’m tempted just to tear the shirt to shreds and send buttons flying.
Who cares if this is a rental or not; it would be worth paying for.
Once the shirt is on the floor, Dani walks us back toward the bed.
The backs of my legs hit the bed, and Dani presses her palms to my chest, forcing me to sit. She nudges my knees, taking her place between them. I groan as she runs her fingers through my hair. My hands trail up her thighs over her wedding dress, pulling her closer to me, but we still have too much of a barrier between us. This dress needs to go.
As if she could read my mind, Dani turns around, looking back at me over her shoulder with hooded lashes. I stand back up to help her out of the dress. My fingers first trail up her arms, leaving goose bumps in their path. She shivers by the time my fingertips are moving across her shoulders till I find the clasp holding together the lace material at the top. I unhook it and push the material to the side. I press my lips to her skin, trailing kisses along her neckline and her shoulder. My hands make their way down over the skin that was shown all night. When my fingers find the zipper, I slowly draw it down. There is no way she can’t feel the outline of my hard cock against the swell of her ass even through the material of her dress.
Dani turns around and instructs me to take my seat back on the edge of the bed. My eyes widen, and my cock grows even harder—which I didn’t even think was possible—at the sight of my wife in front of me. She has pushed the wedding dress down to the floor, revealing a white lace strapless bra and white lace panties. As I take her beauty in, my eyes follow her soft skin all the way to the floor, and I can’t wait to follow this same path with my tongue.
I curl my finger at her, indicating we need to erase the distance between us. Dani steps out of the dress and saunters over to me, straddling my thighs. I brush my thumb over her bottom lip before my lips are on hers, pushing my tongue in her mouth as she willingly opens, needing me just as much as I need her.
I slide her lace panties to the side and insert two fingers into her slick entrance. She fucks my fingers as they pump in and out of her.
“Fuck, Dani, I love how wet I make you.”
The only sounds in the room are the sounds of our heavy breathing and my fingers mixing with her arousal.
Dani grips my shoulders, digging her nails into my skin, and she bites her bottom lip hard.
“Let it go, baby,” I tell her as her pussy walls begin to tighten around my fingers.
I quicken my pace, and Dani loses control. Before she has even come down from her orgasmic high, I have flipped her over and slipped her panties off. I throw them behind me, not even caring where they land. The floor is where they belong.
With one hand I remove my pants and boxers and toss them to the floor as well. There is nothing between us. I kiss my way up her body as her breathing begins to even out. I’m not going to let her relax for too long.
I stop and savor the moment. This woman consumes me. She seriously takes my breath away, looking like an angel of perfection with her hair sprawled out on the pillow underneath her. I am fully lost in my thoughts when I watch her rise to her elbows, chewing on her bottom lip.
“Are you going to stare, or are you going to make do on the promises you’ve been saying all night?” She raises an eyebrow and puckers her lips, taunting me.
A devious smirk turns up on my lips as I crawl over her, settling between her thighs. I drag my cock over her clit and her wet slit, teasing her.
“I love you.” I line myself up to her opening. “And I’m about to fuck you so hard, you’ll be sore for the rest of our honeymoon.”
I slam my cock into her over and over until we are both seeing stars and screaming each other’s names.
Later, we’re lying naked with my wife wrapped around me. Damn, that will never get old calling her my wife. I brush her hair off her face and kiss the top of her head.
“You ready to go on our honeymoon tomorrow?” I ask her as she snuggles closer to me.
“Yes.” She draws out the word, but there is a bit of hesitation in her voice.
I adjust her and she looks up at me. Our eyes meet and I arch my eyebrows at her in question. She has been talking nonstop about this trip. She presses up on my chest, the sheet dropping unveiling the swell of her breasts.
“Don’t get me wrong, I cannot wait, it’s just, I’m going to miss Emme. That makes me sound like a crazy person since she’s not even my kid. I just love spending time with her.”
I cup her cheek, and she leans into my touch as I run my thumb along her cheekbone. “You’re an amazing aunt and will make a wonderful mother someday.”
And I mean it; every time I see Dani with our niece, my breath catches, and I imagine what life will be like with our little one running around.