And me?
Well, I’m slow-dancing with my new husband. Jesse is dressed in tan linen pants and a white linen button-down shirt that’s mostly not buttoned, showing off his spectacular tanned chest muscles.
We’re exhausted, and sore, and excited, and happy, and ready to get the fuck out of here and be alone.
Miles and Christopher are already waiting for us on the little jet. We’re spending our wedding night in the jet bedroom as we fly home for Christmas day. Everyone else is taking the Bright Berry Monster.
But we’re not going where Jesse thinks we’re going.
My mother isn’t the only Dumas woman who can plan a surprise.Chapter Twenty-OneI walk my bride backwards as we enter the jet. And when we get inside the jet bedroom, I wink at Miles and pull the pocket doors closed.
“Finally,” I say, laughing as I kiss her mouth.
Her knees hit the edge of the mattress and she falls back onto the bed. And then I just… look at her. In that bright yellow sun dress. She put her hair up in pig tails on the way over here. Even though thirteen years have passed since that first day I saw her in Mallory Square, it feels like we’ve been together the whole time.
Hell, it feels like we’ve lived a lifetime in the past twenty-four hours.
“Mrs. Boston,” I whisper. “You are my jam.”
She giggles and sits up. Then in a flurry of movement, she’s got her dress over her head and tosses it off to the side. She grabs my shirt and pulls me onto the bed with her. I crawl up her legs and she slowly lies back until her head hits the pillow. She’s still holding my shirt with tight fists. Like she never wants to let me go.
I never want her to let me go.
But she has more in mind than just keeping me prisoner in her tight grip. Because one hand deftly pops the button on my pants and slides down inside, holding me in her palm.
I close my eyes, reminding myself to enjoy each moment.
But then she’s sliding my pants and briefs over my hips, and I’m kicking off my shoes. I brace myself over her with one hand and use the other one to reach back and pull my shirt over my head.
That goes flying and then we’re skin on skin, the heat of our stomachs melding together as I kick off the rest of my clothes and kiss her lips.
There’s a version of this night that starts with dirty talk, a bunch of “Fuck me nows” and “I want your big, hard cock inside mes.” A version where lust takes over and we get lost in the heat of the moment. A version where this is filthy, hot, sweaty sex. A version where I fuck her face and come in her throat.
And yeah. All that sounds pretty good.
Tomorrow.
But tonight… nah. I don’t want to get lost in the lust or lose myself in the moment.
I want to savor this woman.
I ease over until I’m resting on my side, pulling down her bra so I can put her nipple in my mouth. I kiss and nip it as my fingers slip underneath the waistband of her pretty panties and begin pulling them over her hips. She lifts her legs up, bends her knees, and those panties come off without any real effort. I toss them away, then pop the clasp of her strapless bra and it falls to the side. My tongue is busy swirling around her nipple while my other hand grabs her breast firmly and squeezes.
Her hand is back on my cock, slowly sliding up and down my shaft. This slowness, it’s almost agonizing. And when the tip of her thumb begins caressing the tip of my cock head, I have to close my eyes and remember to breathe. She feels that good.
Her fingers reach down and play with my balls as I slide my hand down her stomach, over her hip bone, and slip it right between her legs. I press two fingers inside her wet opening and she arches her back a little. And when I glance up at her face, she’s got her eyes closed and she’s biting her lip.
I want to wait. I want to explore her body and play with her pussy forever.
But she takes that decision away from me when she maneuvers her legs over me and takes over, becoming the bossy bride she was always meant to be.
She rubs her pussy over the top of my cock as she holds my face in her hands and kisses my lips. Then she reaches down with one hand, slips my cock inside her, and begins to move.
It’s a slow rocking motion. And her breasts slide up and down my chest as she sinks down on my cock.