Cherished (Wanted 4)

“Yep,” I said as I popped my P.

“God, I just can’t wait to get out of this dress. I wish you would have just taken it off at home, so I could be comfy.”

I laughed as I brought her hand up and kissed the back of it. “If I had done that, we’d still be at home, and I’d be making passionate love to you, not caring who heard your screams of pleasure.”

“Screams of pleasure? You’re pretty sure about yourself, huh?”

I snapped my head over and looked at her little evil smile. “Baby, I’ve been saving some of my best stuff just for our honeymoon night.”

She let out a laugh as she pulled her hand away. “What? Impossible. I don’t think being with you could be any better than it is.”

I smiled and thought about the little surprise I’d brought along with me. Jessie and I never played in the bedroom, and tonight, that was going to change. Just the idea of tying Jessie up and having my way with her caused my pants to get tighter. Of course, the idea had come from the one girl I’d never thought I’d have a conversation about bondage with—ever. But Heather had ended up giving me lots of exciting suggestions.

“What are you up to, Mr. Reynolds? That smile on your face is one I don’t think I’ve ever seen before.”

“You’re gonna have to wait and found out, sweetheart, but I promise you, I’ll make tonight a night you will never forget.”

As I opened the door to the presidential suite on the ninth floor, Jessie let out a, “Oh my god!”

I smiled when I looked around. It was perfect with sliding glass doors all across the back wall and a private balcony.

“The décor in here is beautiful! I love the French country feel of everything,” Jessie said.

I smiled and made my way into the bedroom. With one look at the massive wood headboard, I nodded and made a mental note. Check that one off the list.

I had made arrangements with the hotel to have the bedroom and bathroom covered in red roses and petals. The smell was amazing. Jessie walked in and threw her hands up to her mouth. Roses were everywhere. If there was counter space, there were bouquets of roses. The bed was covered in rose petals.

She slowly turned and looked at me. “How?”

I winked and pulled her to me. “Oh, I have my ways. Wait till you see the bathroom.”

She quickly pulled away and made her way into the bathroom. She was like a kid running into a candy store. “Oh my god! There is more in here, and…the tub is huge!” She peeked her head around the corner and gave me a Cheshire cat grin. “I mean, like big enough for two people.”

I used my index finger and motioned for her to come to me. As she began walking up to me, I took in her wedding gown yet again. It looked amazing on her, and I’d been fighting the urge to rip it off of her since I first saw her walking down the aisle.

“I’m going to slowly peel that dress off of you. Then, I’m going to fill up that tub with hot water and make love to you in it.”

“Oh my…” Jessie whispered before licking her lips.

She stopped right in front of me. I placed both of my hands on her face and gently brought her in for a kiss. She let out a moan, and I had to concentrate hard on going slow.

I stepped back. “Turn around, Jess.”

She immediately turned around, and the corset was begging to be untied. I slowly started to untie it, and as the dress became looser and looser, Jessie moaned a little bit more.

“Oh god…that feels so good.” She threw her head back.

I pushed the dress slightly away from her right shoulder and gently placed a kiss on her soft, tender skin.

“Scott…”

“I know, baby. It’s killing me, too, but I want to savor every moment with you.”

I pushed the dress off her shoulders and watched as it pooled on the ground around her feet.

Motherfucker. I think my heart just stopped beating.

She had on a white lace bustier with matching white lace thong panties. The thigh-high white lace stockings looked amazing, and all I could think about was peeling them off of her. She turned slightly and held out her hand for me to help her step out of the dress around her ankles.