“Yes, baby.”
“God. I love you so much. I love you and Riley so much.”
“I love you, too, Luke.”
And I make a promise to myself that I will make it up to him for the rest of our lifetime.
Chapter 28
Epilogue - Luke
Six Months Later…
“Baby, hurry. I don’t want to tear your lace, but for the love of God, I’m hurting so badly.”
Olivia laughs at my whining, but she might as well have stroked my cock with how throaty and aroused her voice sounds. Her hands are frantic as they unhook her lace garter and finally lift her skirt, which now poofs around us like a peacock. Then her panties are there for the taking, and I do the only thing possible with my antsy fingers.
She gasps. “Oh, my God. You ripped it—oh, my God.”
I smirk when those words turn into a moan as soon as I sink my cock inside her. But my smirk soon dies when we’re rocking into each other with no pause, already too turned on to take it slow. I’ve been hard since I first saw her in her wedding dress, a lovely creature who got me harder with every smile and happy look she sent my way.
Don’t get me wrong; standing in front of the altar with her, exchanging the most intimate and heartfelt vows, was awe-inspiring. But a man has his limits. Somehow, I managed to hold it together until I lifted her veil and finally got to kiss her as the officiant declared us husband and wife. But now that limit is practically non-existent as I finally get to be inside her tight, wet heat.
I should have been a gentleman and waited until after the reception, but to hell with that. Who can ever say no when you’ve got a beautiful wife like her?
My wife. My Olivia.
“You feel so good.”
“So do you.”
“Do you think we can pull those straps down without damaging your dress? I would really like to look at your…fuck.”
My Olivia knows me too well as she already lowers her straps before I finish talking, allowing me a full view of her bare, perky breasts and flushed nipples. She moans when my cock grows impossibly harder inside her, but it only makes her legs wrap tighter around my waist and those nipples rub against me.
“Yes, please. Fuck me.”
With a request like that, there’s no stopping our desire as it takes over. I would have wanted to take this slow and take my time with her, but that’s impossible, too, when I know our guests are waiting just meters outside this small room and our names will be announced soon—and yes, I’m too hard up and aching to take this anything but fast. Frantic.
She doesn’t mind the pace. She welcomes it, egging me on with her sweet sighs and quiet whimpers before I feel it: the quivering of her thighs and those nails clawing at my dress shirt before her orgasm explodes like fireworks. Then her hard clenching is all I can take before I’m drilling into her like a madman until I’m exploding, too, wave after wave of pleasure spurting inside her.
It blurs my vision. It leaves me helpless as I cling to her as much as she clings to me, riding every last bit until we slump into each other. She sighs against my shoulder as she still keeps hugging me, but I force myself to step back after a few minutes so I can clean her up.
Olivia hums and opens wider when I do so, amusing me since her panties are destroyed while the rest of her wedding gown is still flawless. Then my gaze lands on her entrance and I’m mesmerized.
“Eyes up, Mr. Jennings.”
I blink and look up. When she reaches for me, I step forward and grit my teeth as she cleans me up in turn. Sure, she has a tissue in hand, but she might as well be stroking my cock with her bare hand.
“Have I ever told you how beautiful you look, Mrs. Jennings?”
“Yes. Numerous times.” She sighs and strokes again. And again. “It’s the gown.”
I arch into her, closing my eyes and shaking my head. “Not the gown. It’s definitely you. You…this…it excites me.”
“This?”
I smile at her teasing tone, then kiss her cheek. “I meant getting married. Going to the reception later where all our family and friends are. Taking a break with you and spending it honeymooning around the world…while we distract Riley with fun, kid-friendly activities.”