She looked like an angel. One of those sexed up, fallen from heaven Angels, that you would cut off your right arm to be with.
I gulped and tried to think of something intelligent to say but nothing came out. The only thing I could think was ‘fuck yeah’ but I couldn’t exactly say that, so I said nothing.
She smirked at me, a knowing look in her eyes. It was then that I realised I was just standing there with my mouth and eyes open wide, staring at her like a freaking moron. I’m actually surprised I wasn’t drooling, but then again I hadn’t wiped my mouth, so maybe I was and I just didn’t realise.
“I take it that you like my wedding night underwear?” she teased, pushing away from the doorframe, biting her lip as she did a little twirl on her tiptoes. The back view was just as good as the front, her ass looked edible in the little white panties. I couldn’t move, I felt like my feet were ton weights or something, I wanted to go to her and wrap my arms around her, but I couldn’t move a single inch.
I nodded and gulped again, watching as she sauntered over to me, her h*ps swaying sexily. She stopped just in front of me, her eyes not leaving mine as she took the champagne bottle out of my hands and raised it to me in a toast. She brought the bottle to her lips, leaving the rim of the bottle pressed against her bottom lip longer than necessary, as she looked at me suggestively, before closing her lips around it and taking a drink. Again, the only thing I could think was ‘fuck yeah’ so I said nothing.
She smiled and put the bottle on the side, gripping her hand around the back of my head, pulling my mouth to hers again. The scent of her hair and perfume was all around me, everything else disappeared in the room until all I could see, smell and feel was her. When her tongue touched mine, I could still taste the bubbles of champagne on her tongue. The taste of her, mingled with the champagne, was exquisite, the most incredible thing I had ever tasted in my life.
She pulled away just as I was getting a little breathless. She stepped back, so I gripped my hands on her hips, my thumbs stroking the exposed strip of skin across her stomach where the corset didn’t meet the panties. I couldn’t let her move away from me, not when she looked like that.
She shook her head, and pushed my hands off of her, stepping back again and leaning against the post of the four poster bed, crossing one foot over the other. She looked so sexy that my dick was screaming at me to just take her. So much for being calm and taking our time!
“Take your clothes off, Clay,” she purred, seductively.
I groaned, and started on the buttons of my shirt with shaky fingers. Why is it when you are in a rush everything takes longer? Or did it just feel that way because I was so eager to be na**d? She watched me, chewing on her bottom lip, her hands behind her back, leaning on the post casually.
When I was down to my boxers I looked back to her, but she shook her head. “Everything,” she ordered, nodding at them. I grinned, masterful Riley was back, I’d missed her!
I pushed them off, standing there completely na**d as she raked her eyes down my body, with a small satisfied smile. I couldn’t help but laugh at the lustful expression on her face, “You really are a pervert, Riley bear,” I teased.
She smiled and shrugged, “Yeah, so what are you gonna do about it?” she answered, giggling.
Finally I could move my feet. I closed the distance between us as quick as I could, wrapping my arms around her, as I crashed my lips to hers. She moaned in the back of her throat as she slipped her arms around my neck, crushing her body against mine. The feel of her lingerie rubbing against my chest made me even harder, and I couldn’t decide if I wanted to take it off of her, or leave it on.
I moved us over to the bed and settled myself on top of her, running my hands down her body, memorizing every delicious inch of her. The feel of her under me again was incredible. I’d missed this so much. I knew I wasn’t going to last long for the first time because of how eager I was, I was already halfway there and we hadn’t even done anything. So I knew I needed to do a lot of work to make her enjoy it, before I allowed myself to indulge.
Her hand ran down my back, her fingers trailing over the scar at the base of my spine making me grind into her slightly. She moaned and I made up my mind, the corset and stockings could stay, but the panties had to go. I slid my hands down her body, unclasping the suspenders, pulling her panties off slowly, trailing my fingertips down her thighs, making her raise her h*ps up into me in excitement.
I could barely breathe as I kissed down her neck, nipping on the skin lightly. When I got to the base of her neck I sucked hard and gave her the first love bite of our marriage, the first of many. I laughed and kissed further down, letting my lips and tongue explore every inch of my wife as she moaned and wriggled underneath me, moaning my name.
Once I’d made her cl**ax, I kissed my way back up to her mouth, looking at her flushed face. She was more beautiful than anything I had ever seen in my life, the way she panted and looked at me, her blue eyes dancing with excitement, made the hair on the back of my neck stand up.
She smiled as she ran her hand down between our bodies, gripping my erection. I grunted at the feel of it, my mind going blank again as she started moving her hand. She rolled me onto my back, a seductive little smile on her lips as she kissed across my cheek and down my jaw line. My dick twitched as she nibbled on my chin, Christ I loved it when she did that!
Her mouth was moving lower and lower, making the muscles in my stomach contract with every inch that her mouth moved. Her hair was trailing across my body, tickling and making me get goosebumps. When I felt her hot, wet tongue touch the tip of my shaft I knew I had to stop her. I held my breath and used every ounce of will power that I had, to pull her away from me before she pushed me to the point of no return.
She looked at me confused as I rolled her onto her back again. I smiled at how flawless my wife looked right now, so incredible, I just couldn’t believe my luck that this girl wanted me. The angels must have been smiling down on me on the day they had Riley move in next door to me all of those years ago.
“I just want to make love to you now,” I whispered, cupping her face in my hands, tracing my thumb over her cheekbone.
Her breath caught in her throat as she nodded, the lust I saw on her face matched my own. “Please be careful,” she begged quietly.
I could see how much she wanted this too, and suddenly I realised that it didn’t matter how long I lasted the first time, or if I did something wrong, because Riley loved me and wanted me as much as I wanted her. I felt all of my nerves and worry fade away as I suddenly remembered that this was Riley, my best friend, the love of my life. I didn’t ever need to feel embarrassed or inadequate around her because she would always love me regardless. If I messed up this time, then I would have a whole lifetime to put it right. But I could see in her eyes that whatever happened right now, I would never be a disappointment to her, and that thought made my heart fly in my chest.
I smiled reassuringly, I could see she was worried about me. “Everything’s fine, Riley bear. Everything’s just perfect, just the way it should be. I love you so much,” I said honestly. I couldn’t describe to her how much I loved her, how much I would always love her, there were just no words to express it.
She smiled, her arms tightening around my neck, her eyes boring into mine and I knew what she was going to say before she even said it. Her eyes told me everything I needed to know.
“I love you too, Clay.”
I smiled gratefully and bent my head to kiss her, preparing to start off a long night with her. This was our proper wedding night and I didn’t plan on letting her sleep for a single second.
Epilogue
7 Years later
“Mrs Preston, if you’d like to come in now…..”
I looked up at the same time as Riley, she squeezed my hand and practically ran to the door, dragging me along behind her into the room. I smiled at her eagerness and closed the door behind me.
“Ok, so if you could lay down for me then and we’ll get started,” the lady said, nodding towards the bed. I sat down on the chair next to the bed, watching as she got herself comfortable. I grinned at Riley excitedly, this day felt like it had taken forever to get here. Ever since we got the appointment through, we’d both been counting down the days.
I held Riley’s hand tightly as the lady squirted some clear gel on her stomach then rolled a little plastic thing over it. I wanted to look at the screen that the sonographer was looking at, I really did, but I couldn’t drag my eyes away from Riley’s face. We’d been together for seven and a half years now and it still felt like yesterday that we first said those three little words. She was still the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my life and I was grateful for every single one of her smiles. I would gladly spend the rest of my life making this girl happy, and now I had someone else to look after too.
We’d been trying for this baby for over a year and a half. She left college and stopped the pill almost immediately. The trying was fun, I got to be the pervert that she usually made me into, but I had an excuse to hide behind this time. I was doing it all in the name of making a baby, and claimed it was nothing to do with the fact that my wife drove me wild all the time.
She bit her lip and looked at me, her eyes shining with excitement. God I hope it’s a girl and looks just like her mommy! Actually wait, I shouldn’t really hope that she looks like Riley because then I’d be in deep trouble trying to keep the boys away from my little girl!
I kissed her lightly, as she squeezed my hand, making a little excited noise against my lips that made me laugh. She was ridiculously eager to be a mom, she’d been rubbing her tummy for the last eight weeks, since we’d done the test, cooing over the fact that she had a baby growing inside her, well her exact words were ‘a part of Clay growing inside her’. She was going to be a fantastic mother and if I loved the baby even a tenth of how much I loved her then it would want for nothing.
A little “Oh!” from the sonographer caught our attention.
Both of us looked at her worriedly, and I suddenly started to feel sick. Something was wrong. She’d pushed herself back a little in the chair, her fingers frantically tapping on the keyboard before she moved the little plastic thing to a different angle on Riley’s stomach. Oh God we’re going to lose the baby or something. What if something had happened to the baby inside her stomach and it wasn’t growing properly? That would be awful for both of us, but would probably kill Riley.
“Is something wrong?” I asked quickly, squeezing Riley’s hand reassuringly.
The sonographer looked around at us, an expression on her face that I couldn’t quite work out, something crossed between nervousness and happiness. “That depends….”
That depends….. What on earth was that supposed to mean? Either it was bad news and something was wrong, or it wasn’t and I was making myself feel sick for nothing.
“On what?” I asked. Riley seemed to stop breathing on the little bed next to me.
The sonographer’s eyes flicked between the two of us, a smile pulling at the corners of her mouth. “It depends on how you both feel about twins,” she stated.
I felt like someone had slapped me in the face. No one said anything, the room was completely silent. Did I actually hear her right?
Twins?
Two babies at once?
I could hear Riley giggling, she was squeezing my hand trying to get my attention, but I couldn’t move. I felt like I’d been frozen on the spot, like time had stopped. How the hell could we have made twins? It felt like that saying about buses, ‘you wait for one for ages, and then two come along at once’. I guess all that practicing for a baby had done its job better than we thought.
My mouth had gone dry. Twins. Possibly two daughters that I had to worry about looking like their Mommy. Wow, I was in trouble!
The sonographer turned round the screen that she’d been looking at, so we could see the pictures. I could see an oval outline of her womb, then it looked like it had been divided into two, with two little shapes moving around inside, going in and out of focus.
I could hear Riley saying my name over and over, and I tried to look at her but I couldn’t get my eyes off of the computer screen. I could see the two little shapes there, the little grey blobs moving around. The sonographer flicked a button and suddenly I could hear frantic beating sounds. Was that the babies’ heartbeats?
Two sets of nappies. Two babies waking up in the middle of the night. Two babies screaming for food.
I finally managed to drag my eyes to the computer and looked at Riley. My wife. The love of my life. Mother of my……two……children.
“Looks like I got you good,” I mumbled, not knowing what else to say.
She burst out laughing, stroking her hand down the side of my face. I was still a little shocked but it was slowly sinking in. I was going to be a daddy, not once but twice, all because of this amazing girl on the bed.
“I love you Riley bear,” I said, meaning every single word.
She smiled and pulled me closer to her. “I love you too, Clay,” she whispered.
“This means double the trouble,” I joked, putting my hand on her stomach, ignoring the gel that squelched under my fingers.
“Yeah……. but twice the fun,” she answered.
I laughed and kissed her again. Twins. I really was in big trouble.
THE END