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Two years later
“ARE YOU WEARING PANTIES?” I ask, catching my new bride’s eye in the hotel mirror. She’s beautiful—glowing I think.
“It’s a wedding gown.”
“That’s a shame.”
“Actually, I took my panties off at the reception.” She smiles at me. “I’ve been commando since before we cut the cake.”
I clutch my heart. “Such a naughty bride.”
I cross the room and take her in my arms. “Well, Mrs. Rogers-Beck, I don’t think you know what you got yourself into, but you’re hitched now.”
I kiss her the way I wanted to at the altar. Slow, deep, wet kisses that make her hold on to me tighter so she doesn’t fall when her knees get weak. I walk backwards until the bed hits the back of my legs and sit down, bringing her to stand between my legs and putting my head on her stomach and just holding her. “I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than you walking to me down that aisle. I’ll never forget it.”
Her fingers ruffle through my hair. “That really was the best wedding I’ve ever been to.”
I find the zipper on the side of her dress and pull down. “As pretty as this is on you, I think it’s gonna look amazing on the floor.”
I get her out of it until she’s down to some kind of corset thing and stockings. No fucking underwear. She’s so sexy, so curvy and pretty in her white lingerie. “I’m leaving this on you for a while.”
“That’s fine, but I want your clothes off. All of them.”
She helps get me out of the formal wear, and I lay on my back on the bed, pulling her on top of me. She’s straddling me, but I’m not ready to fuck her yet, and if I let her have her way, our honeymoon night will last about ten minutes. She’s a greedy thing when it comes to my cock. I’m not complaining. I just want to draw this out.
“Come here.” I scoot her all the way up so her sweet, pink glistening pussy is right above my face. “Hang on to the bedpost and fuck my tongue.”
She gasps when I squeeze her ass and bring her down on my mouth. I push my tongue in deep, licking her sweet creamy folds while I hold her ass right where I want her. It doesn’t take long until she’s squirming against my face. “Oh, yeah. That feels so good, Anker.”
She’s grinding now, no inhibitions. I love it when she’s feeling this dirty. Naughty. The rest of the world only sees her mostly-serious side, her intelligence and compassion. I also get the filthy, raw side of her when no one else is around. And she gets mine.
It means more than I could ever say that she trusts me this much. That she knows nothing is off-limits, that our love only gets stronger when we don’t hold back.
Her pussy tastes so good. The downside of taking her like this is I can’t give her the dirty talk she loves so much when my mouth is full, but I don’t think she currently minds. Her thighs start trembling, and she’s going to come. I hold her right there, not letting her move away, and she comes hard and sweet.
She rolls to the side. “That was obscene,” she laughs.
“I’ve been dying for you for two days. That ‘bride can’t see the groom’ thing is a bunch of shit.” I push some hair out of her eyes. “So, Mrs. Rogers-Beck...”
“Please. We’re friends. You can call me Annabelle.”
I tweak her nose. “Tell me, wife, how do you want to get pregnant tonight? Do you want to be on top? Doggy-style? Against a door?”
She pulls me down over her. “Like this. So I can feel your weight and look in your eyes.”
I kiss her, letting her taste herself on my tongue. I imagined this night with long massages and drawn out orgasms, but looking in her eyes, I just need to be inside her. Now. I slide in. One stroke, balls deep. We both gasp.
“Like this?” I ask.
“I suppose...”
I rock into her. “You are asking for trouble, gorgeous.”
“I just signed up for a lifetime of trouble. Give me a baby, Anker.”
Jesus. She knows how that drives me crazy. We’ve spent the last few years talking dirty about getting pregnant, but she’s been on the pill. This time it’s for real. I have to hold back from driving into her too hard. The thought of her, walking around pregnant with our child. I want it so bad. I don’t care if it’s biology that makes it so hot—putting my baby in her belly is the hottest kink I know of, and we’ve tried more than a few over the last three and a half years. When we retired her old dildo, we replaced it with a whole chest of toys.
But baby making is serious business. No toys necessary.
“You want me to come in this pussy, gorgeous? Fill you up?”
“Keep talking,” she pleads as she digs her heels into my ass.
“My hot seed is going to fill you up. You’re gonna get knocked up good. You need my baby, don’t you?”
“Yes!”
She’s fucking close now. “I’m not pulling out. When I’m done, I’m going to stay inside you until I get hard again, and then I’m going to fuck you once more. You’re going to be so messy.” I use my hand on her jaw. “Look at me.” She opens her eyes. “Look at me when you come.”
She cries out and spasms around my dick, setting me off and pulling everything I have to give out of me. We rest for a few minutes and then I start pushing again. I’m not all the way hard yet, but I’m not soft either. “Think you can come again? Your orgasm will pull it all in deeper, gorgeous. You want to be a mommy, don’t you?”
I reach between us and give her clit more attention, but she stiffens. “I can’t do it. Not again.”
“Don’t tell me no when I want you to come. You’ll come again. You’re going to come as many times as I tell you.”
She moans, and I give one of her nipples a little love bite. Sure enough, my wife soars into another orgasm, and shit, now I’m getting hard again already.
We fuck like this for a long time. I don’t pull out, just shelter in place until I’m ready to go again. We’re going to be chafed tomorrow, but we’ll always remember this night.
“Bet you didn’t expect this that night I kissed you in the bar,” I say much later. I’m drenched in sweat and the room smells like sex.
She passes me back the water bottle. We’re both so fucking thirsty. “I remember you left me in that office forever, and all I could do was obsess about what you were thinking.”
“I was thinking I wanted to finish what I started.”
“If someone had told me that night we would get married in a few years, I would have paid for their psych eval.”
I twirl a lock of her hair around my finger. “I knew.”
“You did not.”
“I knew something was going on. I kept trying to get your attention, but you always had your nose in a book.”
“I was reading about Thor and imagining you.”
“I got your hammer right here, babe.”
“Keep your hammer over there. I don’t think I can walk anymore.” She cuddles in closer. “I actually thought of your dick as Thor’s Hammer that first time I tasted it.”
“If you don’t want me attacking you right now, do not start talking about the first time you gave me a blow job.”
“Seriously, Anker. We have a plane to catch tomorrow, and I need to be able to walk.”
I grunt. I don’t think I can get it up again right now anyway, but I’d be up for trying.
She winces as she eases herself into a new position. “The wedding guests liked the new sahti recipe tonight. I think that one is going to sell well. It was a good idea to serve it instead of champagne.”
“It’s a bitch to produce commercially. We’re only going to be able to do small batches for special events for a while. But the spruce beer and flavored meads are on schedule for the holiday season.”
“I’m so proud of you.”
Her compliment makes my skin flush. Her opinion means so much to me. “Well, it’s not a master’s degree in literature.”
“It’s your dream. And you’re doing it. You worked your ass off.”
“When we get back, we sign the papers on the Crescent. We’re going to be busy.”
“We’ll make it work.”
“You’re my dream, Annabelle. The rest is just a bonus. The only thing I need is you.” I kiss her head and can tell she’s just about asleep. “Are you happy, gorgeous?” I ask quietly.
“I suppose.”
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