“I think I’m probably supposed to carry you over the threshold or something.” I punched in the code for Brittany’s apartment, which had become our apartment, and pushed the door open.
She laughed and started to walk in. “That’s an old-fashioned—”
She shrieked a little, a sound that turned into a giggle—the sweetest sound—as I swept her off her feet and cradled her in my arms.
“Turns out I’m a little old-fashioned.” I pulled her in closer, and she threaded her arms up around my neck.
“I like it.”
“I like you.” I kissed her deeply, loving the feel of her in my arms. I could have kissed her all day. My cock, which had been in almost a constant state of arousal all afternoon since I’d first seen her step out in that dress, had other ideas, however. “And I’d really like to get you to bed.”
That wasn’t entirely true. It didn’t have to be a bed. It could be the couch. The hallway. The dining room table. The kitchen counter.
Hmm… I liked the sound of that.
I carried her across the threshold and kicked the door shut behind me, but I wasn’t ready to put her down yet. I kissed her again before looking down the hallway toward the bedroom, and then to the kitchen and the large white marble countertop.
“Is there some kind of rule about making sweet, sweet love on our wedding night?”
Brittany’s eyes widened. “You better be planning on fucking me tonight, husband.”
My cock twitched in my pants. “Damn, I love it when you talk dirty. And not to worry, my lovely wife. I have full intentions of fucking you tonight.”
Decision made, I moved toward the kitchen and deposited my beautiful bride on the countertop. “Have I told you what an incredibly sexy bride you are?”
“Only a half dozen times.” Her red lips curled up into a sassy smile. “But you can say it again. I’m getting used to your compliments.”
“You…” I moved between her legs. “Are the sexiest…” I gathered the silky fabric of her gown up in both hands, trailing my fingers up her thighs as I went. “Woman in the whole entire world.” With her gown rucked up around her waist, I could see the white lacy panties she wore underneath. “Ummm.” I dragged my finger up the front of her mound.
She shivered under my touch and moaned.
“Nice, but they’ll have to go.”
I was pleased to see there wasn’t much to the scrap of panties, and they tore easily.
Brittany gasped, but her breath came faster and her breasts heaved. Braless, her nipples pebbled against the fabric.
“So. Fucking. Sexy.” I traced my finger between her legs and her sensitive bud until she squirmed. My free hand cupped her breast through the dress, and I kissed her hard. She moaned into my mouth, and I was almost completely gone. There would be no slow, sweet lovemaking. Not yet.
For now, we were going back to the beginning with white-hot passion.
It only took me a moment to shed myself of my pants, releasing my hard, throbbing cock.
My hand threaded through her hair and tipped her head back.
With her arms holding her up, her tits pressed into the air, her dress rucked around her waist, and her long, smooth neck exposed, Brittany was absolute perfection.
“I can’t believe you’re mine,” I murmured as I gripped her hips and pulled her toward me.
“And you’re mine.”
“Fuck yes, I am.” I sank myself deep inside her, making us both groan.
Neither of us needed long. Only a few thrusts later, I felt the familiar tensing in her body as my own orgasm built and together, we took our climaxes.
“Damn, I’m a lucky man.”
Brittany, regaining her senses, sat up and reached for me.
I kissed her.
“I think I’m the lucky one,” she said.
“I don’t disagree.”
She laughed.
“I love that sound, you know?”
“My laugh?” Her hair fell over her shoulder. Her cheeks were pinked from her orgasm and at that moment she was even more beautiful than usual, if it were even possible.
“Yes,” I said. “I don’t think I’ve told you this before, but your laugh is the most amazing sound in the whole world, I think.”
She ducked her head. “That’s crazy.”
With a finger under her chin, I lifted it until she looked at me. “No,” I said. “It’s not crazy, because the first time I heard it, it was me who caused it.”
“Oh yeah?”
“I did.” I nodded, feeling quite proud of myself. “And you know what my second favorite sound is?”
She shook her head.
“It’s another sound I can get out of you.”
Her eyes narrowed in suspicion, her lips still curled up in a smile.
“And I think it’s time for you to make that sound for me again.”
She squealed as I scooped her up from the counter and this time carried her over my shoulder into the bedroom.
I put her down on the bed and she laid backward with a laugh.
“Ohh, yes.” I groaned. “I do love that sound. But…”
I shed myself of my shirt and dropped to my knees in front of her.
“Trent! Again?”
Before I began my mission to get my second favorite sound out of her, I stopped and looked into her glacier-blue eyes. “Always, my wife. Is that okay?”
“More than you know, Trent. More than you know.”
I hope you enjoyed Brittany and Trent’s journey to love.
And next…
It’s Sandy’s turn next as she finally makes the decision to go for it with billionaire, cowboy, Dylan.
But is Sandy really ready to let loose and have a little no-strings attached fun, or are the secrets and hurts from the past too much for her to get over?
And what happens when self proclaimed playboy, Dylan starts to have real feelings?
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