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The way Dale was looking at me right now, told me everything I would ever need to know about our marriage. Dale adored me and would cherish me for the rest of our lives.
Dale and I were so singularly focused on one another that when Brian announced us as "Husband and Wife," after only a seven-minute service, we were adrift in each other's eyes. It wasn't until Brian had placed a kind hand on each of our shoulders and repeated his pronouncement that we realized that both of our moms and the photographer were laughing at our stupor.
Slowly we began to move towards each other so that our lips could meet, but when Dale pulled away after only a slight, soft kiss my body revolted. I was just about to protest the chasteness of his kiss when Dale pulled me into his warm arms and whispered, "In 5 minutes I'll give you your real kiss."
After many hugs, congratulations, and mentions of lunch reservations, by 12:15 pm we were finally alone.
Turning on me with hungry eyes, Dale slowly approached me as if trying to record every movement to memory.
"Rumor has it that your name is now Mrs. Wilson," he said taking me into his arms. And that makes this the best fucking day of my life!"
Then as if exploding with need, Dale's lips slammed into mine in a kiss that not only claimed me as his forever but promised a lifetime of devotion. Within five minutes Dale and I made it up to our room, undressing each other with complete disregard for grace or coordination along the way.
When I was finally standing before him wearing only my underwear and him in his pants, a look of complete awe came over him as he took a few minutes to inspect my undergarments. "Please tell me you have more of these in your suitcase," he begged before ripping my underwear off and leaving the garter in place. "Can't have these in the way, now can we? Especially since I plan on feeling these stockings against my skin when I thrust into my wife for the first time."
Laughing at his playfulness, I launched myself at him and made quick work of undoing his pants and freeing his erection.
"I promise to take longer tonight, baby, but I need you right now," he said breathlessly before we tumbled onto our bed.
In one quick thrust, Dale entered me with a sigh. Pushing into me hard and fast, he kept repeating the phrase, "Come for me, Mrs. Wilson. Come for me." Over and over again like a prayer as we claimed each other forever.
Meeting his thrusts and gaze, it only took a few minutes before I was screaming. "Oh God! Oh God! Mr. Wilson, I'm coming!"
Then he followed me there over the edge, yelling and hammering into my center. His release was so aggressive that it caused my orgasm to continue even after he had collapsed on top of me, leaving my nerve endings tingling from its aftershock.
"Kelly, I'm the luckiest man on the planet!"
"Dale, how do you do it?"
"Do what?" he asked while narrowing his eyes in confusion.
"Make everything so perfect." And he did make everything perfect.
Several minutes and tender kisses later, Dale proclaimed, "Now I believe we have lunch set up for us downstairs and by my watch, we only have 30 min to eat it before we have to leave for work."
Quickly redressing and removing my hair clips to save time on my hair, we made our way downstairs to find the cutest little lunch sitting on our kitchen table.
It reminded me of a British Tea with its tiny sandwiches and little quiches.
Under other circumstances, I would have been fascinated by the taste and delicacy of the small feast, but every time Dale would sneak a goofy glance in my direction the portion of my brain that generally recognized flavor couldn't stop craving the taste of Dale's kisses, which I would then proceed to steal in excess.
"Crap, only 5 minutes left," Dale announced too soon. "Our first dance will have to wait till tonight, but let's feed each other a bite of cake before we head out."
"Just promise not to smash it in my face. I have to meet a client at 2:30 pm," I said with a teasing grin.
Despite our best efforts, we didn't leave for another 15 minutes. A kiss goodbye turned into another, and before we knew what was happening Dale had freed himself and rucked up my skirt for another quickie.
"Thank God you didn't put your underwear on," Dale said while panting, our orgasm still rippling through our bodies.
That's when it hit me. I don't think either of us has ever had sex together without both of us having an orgasm.
"I do believe that is because you destroyed the pair I had on," I cheekily said while trying to catch my breath. "Well now we are late, but luckily my 2:30 pm appointment is not very punctual, so if I hurry, I can still make it on time." Then with a quick kiss, I ran towards the door before he could distract me with any more of his glorious shenanigans.
"Be careful Mrs. Wilson, just remember that once the kids are asleep at 9:00 pm tonight, you're all mine," he shouted as I closed the door behind me.