“I’m thinking about,” I start, and bring my lips to her ear, “taking you upstairs and unzipping your dress. Watching it fall and then laying you down on the bed. I’m going to take my time with you, Danielle, licking and sucking, and kissing your pussy until you’re begging me to let you come.”
“Fuuuck,” she groans and curls her fingers under the waist of my pants.
“Are you getting wet?”
“Mm-hm,” she whimpers. “I want you to stick your hand inside my panties and feel how wet you’re making me.”
“You’re killing me, Danielle.”
“Don’t die yet.” She inhales, breasts rising and falling beneath her dress. “I need you to slay me again later.” Biting her lip, she looks up, cheeks starting to grow red. “Even though you already did. I could feel you between my legs hours after we made love. Every step reminding me of your big cock inside of me.”
I bring my head up and look into Danielle’s eyes. “Is there a coat closet we can sneak off to now?”
Danielle’s lips curve into a smile. “We do have a hotel room a few floors up. I think we can sneak away and no one would notice.”
A waiter comes around, handing out glasses of champagne. Danielle takes her hands off me, sets the flowers down on a table near us, and gets two glasses of champagne. She gets on small sip in before she’s called away to be in more photos back outside on the beach. She downs her drink before going outside, and I grab a few appetizers, walking around to kill the time.
Right as Danielle comes back, everyone is ushered into the reception hall, and Danielle stays back with the bridal party so they can be introduced as they walk in. Danielle’s a bridesmaid, but we’re sitting together thankfully. There are way too many people in the bridal party for them all to fit at one head table.
There are more people here than I expected. At least double the number who were at Quinn and Archer’s wedding, and that wasn’t across an ocean. I entertain myself by people watching until Danielle comes in, looking uncomfortable as she walks over the dance floor. The guy she’s walking with is Peter’s brother, and he does some sort of dance move that’s supposed to be funny but leaves me cringing just as much as Danielle.
She hefts into her seat when we get to the table, sinking down low.
“Cute,” I tease, and she responds with a glare. The rest of the bridal party is introduced, and then we all stand and clap for the bride and groom. Danielle and I get another round of drinks before the food comes, which we thankfully don’t have to wait long for.
“So I should probably introduce you to my grandma,” Danielle tells me as she cuts into her food. “My dad’s mom. She’s kind of awful, and we were never really close. She said she already raised two kids and didn’t want to be involved when Diana and I were young. Though meeting her does help you understand why my dad is the way he is. You might even feel like you should give him credit for not growing up a homicidal maniac.”
“She can’t be that bad.”
Danielle nods her head. “Oh, she is. You know how your nana has no filter and just blurts things out all the time?”
“Yeah. It’s always fun when Archer’s around.” I shake my head. Nana always hits on Archer, and it’s hilarious and awkward at the same time.
“My grandma is like that, but she’s one hundred percent with it. She just says the mean things she’s thinking. But…”
“But she’s family.”
“Right. Speaking of, I called my grandpa after the ceremony and haven’t heard back yet.”
“He’s probably playing Bingo or taking advantage of the empty house and invited more lady friends over.”
“Gross!” she playfully nudges me. “But you’re right.”
“About the lady friends? I knew it.”
“No, about him being out and about. Half the time he doesn’t remember to bring his phone anywhere. Or if he does, he keeps it on silent and can’t hear it ring.”
“I’m guilty of that too,” I remind her. The bar gets so loud I can’t hear my phone ring anyway. “Is that your grandma?” I ask, pointing to an angry-looking older woman, talking to Danielle’s dad.
“Yep. It’s amazing how much that woman can complain.”
“Some people are good at it.”
“She’s one of them, for sure.”
The cake cutting comes next, followed by the first dance. Then the dance floor opens up, and Danielle looks at me with a smile.
“Dance with me?”
“I think I can manage that.” It’ll be a good chance to get her alone so I can tell her how I really feel.
We stop at the open bar first and get the “signature drink” of the night, which is something fruity and the same color as the wedding colors. I really don’t get all the extra effort put into weddings like this. I guess it’s neat and well thought out…but doesn’t seem necessary to me.