The words aren’t enough, completely inadequate to describe how she's changed my life. But somehow she seems to know what I mean. She always seems to know.
“I feel it when you look at me,” she whispers. She runs a hand gently through my hair. “I feel desirable and smart, strong and sexy. All the things I‘ve always wanted to be.”
“You are all those things. You’re amazing. And all mine.”
I thrust my tongue into her mouth while my hands stroke all over her skin. Her nipples peak and my fingers find the stiff tips as if they heard them cry out for my attention.
“That feels amazing. Everything with you is amazing.” She closes her eyes at the intimate touch.
I drop my forehead to hers, looking deeply into her eyes as I push inside. She looks down, riveted by the sight of my cock gliding in and out. It’s so erotic to watch us together.
Tension builds with each of my movements until she’s strung tight as a bowstring. Every touch of my hands, every thrust, takes her higher until I’m sure we’re both on the verge of breaking apart. This is what I always want. Her pleasure and my pleasure together.
I fit my hands under her hips, holding her captive. “Come with me.” And just like everything else, she gives it all to me.
It’s not my fault that we’re almost late to our own wedding.
Not entirely, anyway.
Ethan snickers when we finally stumble through the doors of the church.
“You’re in trouble,” he mutters as we hustle down the hallway to the rooms where we’re supposed to change.
“What the hell were you guys doing?” Ariana asks. Then wrinkles her nose at my knowing grin. “You guys have been married for ages. You couldn’t bone when we’re not on a schedule?”
The girls disappear, leaving Ethan and I to do what guys have done before weddings for time immemorial.
Wait.
“Glad you bothered to show up to your own wedding, bro. That Ariana chick was pissed. And she is scary. Scary hot, though.” Ethan looks behind us at the door. “Maybe it’s time I get back out there. You make the old ball and chain look good.”
“Whoa, proceed with caution. It’s been a year and I’m still finding wang-shaped confetti in my ears.
Ethan cracks up. “The fact that I actually understood that sentence concerns me. I always did like them feisty.”
Ariana’s voice pipes up from the doorway. “Feisty is for Chihuahuas and bad Thai food.”
Busted.
We both turn around slowly. Ethan is grinning at her in a way that says he plans on trying to take her on anyway. Which should be interesting. Possibly dangerous. But definitely interesting.
“Mya is ready now.”
That’s all I need to hear. I leave them talking and head for the room next door.
We’re already married so we didn’t see the point of keeping the whole don’t see the bride before the wedding superstitions, because, yeah I wasn’t doing that. But Mya did say that she wanted to surprise me with her dress.
And when I open the door, I’m not just surprised. I’m humbled.
She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
“You are stunning,” I say, once I’ve caught my breath.
Mya clutches her bouquet with trembling fingers. Her dress is strapless and fits close, hugging her curves lovingly before flaring out behind her in a modest train. She skipped the veil and opted for a sparkling tiara instead. Her usual braid has been rep
laced with a loose bun adorned with tiny white flowers.
“You look pretty dapper yourself.”