Loved By Him - Tattooed Brides

Once in our bedroom, I unbuckle his belt and let his pants fall to the floor. He kicks them and his shoes away. Slowly, I pull his boxers down until his cock springs free and he kicks those away as well. I lick my lips in anticipation. I know what he feels like inside of me and I can’t get enough of it. At least once a day, usually more than that. I need it. I am anxious to see his new tattoo as well. I unbutton his shirt and pull it down his arms. My name on his chest is the hottest thing I have ever seen. He leans down and kisses me, causing my belly to flutter. I moan as his kisses move down my body.

“Marry me, tomorrow,” he demands between kisses.

“No,” I say. Though I want to, more than anything.

“You’ll have to say yes eventually,” he says lifting me and tossing me onto the bed. I giggle.

“Yes, I will in about seven weeks.”

“No. Tomorrow.” he says before crawling between my open legs.

“Jimmy,” I begin.

“Tomorrow,” he says before placing his tongue on my clit and licking me from my clit down to my ass.

“No,” I moan. If he keeps this shit up, I won’t be able to resist him, not it the least.

“Tomorrow,” he says kissing my thighs, my stomach, my nipples, pretty much every square inch of my body.

“No.”

“Give up, Trouble.”

I refuse to answer this time as he sinks into me slowly. Really fucking slowly.

“Jimmy, please don’t tease me,” I whine.

“Don’t tease me,” he replies.

“I am not teasing you. I am just trying to make you mine.”

“I am yours,” I tell him.

“You know what I mean, Madalinn,” he says stopping his movements.

“Jimmy, please.”

“Tomorrow. In Vegas,” he groans teasing in and out of me.

“Oh, God. Yes. Tomorrow. Tomorrow. Vegas,” I shout.

“Good girl,” he says fucking me harder and harder. I love when he calls me a good girl. There is something so hot about that. I can’t quite put my finger on why, but it is. It really is.

“I’m gonna come,” I shout as my pussy clenches around his cock harder than it ever has. I grip his forearms tightly. I can see my nails digging into his skin and for some reason it turns me on more. I tighten my legs around his waist, trying to get even closer to him, but it’s no use. We are as close as we can possibly be, but I want more.

Later, when Jimmy is asleep, I climb out of bed, naked, and head into the bathroom. Since the tube of toothpaste on the counter is empty, I crouch down and root around for a new tube in the cabinet underneath. I bypass the stuff I don’t need and pull out the toothpaste. On the way back out of the cabinet, I grab an unopened box of tampons. Realization hits me that I haven’t had a period since before I met Jimmy.

Holy shit. I sink to the floor with the toothpaste in one hand and the box of tampons in the other. My back rests against the cold ass wall as hot, happy tears stream down my face.

Eventually, I get up off the floor, brush my teeth and take a hot shower. Since I was completely unable to sleep, first thing in the morning, before we leave for Las Vegas, I borrow Jimmy’s car and run to the pharmacy while he is still sleeping. I am at home and in the bathroom in less than ten minutes. Three minutes later I am staring at a positive result. Holy shit seems to be the only thought I have at the moment.

Grabbing the test off the counter, I run back out to the bedroom and practically jump on it.

“Wake up, Jimmy,” I say excitedly, shaking him.

“What’s wrong?” he asks groggily.

“I have some news. You have to be fully awake for it,” I tell him. He sits up and rubs the sleep from his eyes.

“What’s up?” he asks. “Why are you dressed already? What time is it?”

“I am pregnant,” I say holding up the test, ignoring his other questions.

“Pregnant?” he asks, smiling.

“Yup.”

“We have to get married today,” he says.

“We were already going to do that, if you’ll get out bed lazybones,” I say moving to stand up, but he grabs my hand and pulls me back to him. I fall down beside on the bed.

“I love you,” he says making me feel all warm inside.

“I love you too,” I say accepting his kisses. “We really have to go. The flights you made reservations for in the middle of the night leave in four hours.”

“Fine, but tonight we celebrate.”

“Agreed.”

Six hours and twenty minutes later, I am his wife and everything and I do mean everything is right with the world.

Now we just have to get through the next seven weeks, and we are home free.