The Marriage Dare

“I love you too, Monica. Now go get married.”

I smile at her, and it’s genuine.

The wedding goes smoothly, and I cry like a baby during the ceremony. Thank God Alex made my make-up artist use waterproof mascara. The joy I feel absolutely takes me over the moon. Daniel is already mine, but now he’s mine publicly. I can see it on his face, too. When he leans down to kiss me, I think I may explode with happiness.

The crowd cheers, and I know that I will remember this moment forever. In the moment after that, in the moment when we dance, and the moment when we cut the cake. The whole reception is a string of moments that are filled with perfect bliss. I chat with my mother. I dance with Alex. I kiss my husband, and lean against him when my feet get tired. I can’t believe that this is my life, but I’m so happy that it is.

I never thought that I would be so happy about losing a hand of fucking poker.

It’s already late in the night when Daniel and I decide to leave. We run to the car in a shower of sparklers, and kiss for the cameras while the guests cheer. I don’t think I’ve ever been so exhausted and so happy at the same time. But I also know that our night is far from over. Because every time Daniel touched me today, I wanted him more.

In the month that we’ve been married, our craving for each other hasn’t lessened in the slightest. Every night we fuck each other into exhaustion, and every morning one of us wakes the other up with pleasure. Except for last night and this morning, when we slept apart. And I can’t wait to get back to our room so he can touch me.

Neither Daniel or I speak as we ride the elevator back up to our hotel room. We’re staying in this resort for a couple of days before we leave on our honeymoon.

When we get to our bedroom, Daniel turns to me. “Have I mentioned today that I love you?”

I smile. “Several times, but I don’t mind hearing it again.”

“I love you.” He pulls me against his body. “And I’m so happy that we had our wedding.”

“Me too,” I say, letting him kiss me. I kiss him back, our tongues dancing, and letting that craving under my skin be unleashed. I fucking love it.

“I need to take advantage of this,” Daniel says.

“Of what?”

That sharp, feral smile that I love so much comes out. “The opportunity to fuck my wife in her wedding dress.”

I shiver at his words, and he sinks to his knees in front of me, lifting my skirt and disappearing beneath it. Daniel’s hands run up my legs and pull them apart.

I’m wearing a white lace thong. Daniel’s breath is hot on my pussy, and suddenly I’m clinging to the post on the bed to stay upright. There’s a brush of his tongue on my clit, through the lace, and I moan. God, I’m soaking wet and he’s barely touched me.

My husband has a talented tongue, and I love it when he uses it on me. His hands slide up to my hips and pull me closer, licking into me. He savors my clit through the lace, sucking deep. The rough texture of the fabric against my skin feels so good that I can’t breathe.

But it’s nothing compared to when he moves my panties aside and licks me again, his tongue sliding against my skin. Daniel sucks down to my entrance and back, and my knees are shaking. Sealing his mouth over me, he licks my clit, taking me higher and higher until I see white, almost ready to come. And then he’s gone.

My orgasm fades, and I groan. “Why? Fuck.”

Daniel lowers me down onto the bed, releasing his cock from his pants and hiking my skirt up so it’s billowing fabric around the two of us. “Because I want you to come on my cock, Princess. I want to feel that pretty pussy squeeze me. Your first orgasm after your wedding is going to be me fucking you hard enough so you scream.”

I try to focus on him, but my eyes won’t focus as he slides home, sending embers of pleasure spiraling along my limbs. “I always scream with you,” I manage to say.

“And tonight will be no exception.” His mouth crashes onto mine with beautiful, bruising force. His tongue plunges into my mouth, taking it with the same brutal momentum that he’s fucking me with. He’s not wrong. My lost orgasm is already back, bearing down on me with perfect certainty.

“Fuck,” I say against his mouth, and Daniel goes faster, angling his hips in that perfect way that makes the stars flash behind my eyes, and my voice escapes me in a whine. I beg him. I gladly beg him to fuck me. I know that he loves to hear it, and I need it from him now. And so I beg.