Page 17 of Something Old

I climb in and wait for Leora. Nathan won’t take long bringing her out.

I glance towards the venue doors just in time to see him leading her through them, towards the car. She looks confused.

He pulls the limo door open, and half pushes her inside.

“Masaccio? What is going on?”

“I’m done here, it’s time to go home.”

“Oh.” She says with surprise. “I didn’t say bye to anyone.”

“They’ll be fine. Come on, let him close the door - lets go home.”

She grins at me and shifts across the seat to be close to me, bunching the layers of her wedding dress around her legs to get comfortable.

“Home.” She says, smiling.

I turn my face to look out of the other window, away from her, and ignore the way she is resting her head on my shoulder.

Should I say something? Should I tell her to move?

Best to ignore it. It’s been a long night. I can talk to her tomorrow about what will and won’t be happening in our relationship.

When the car arrives at my house I climb out, hardly even waiting for it to come to a stop - and not opening her door for her. The driver can deal with that.

I head straight inside and to my room, stripping out of the tuxedo and tossing it to the floor.

Thank fuck that’s over.

I climb into the shower and push it all the way to the hot side, letting the water scald over my skin, burning away the agitation I have been feeling all day.

When I climb out of the shower and head back into my room with the towel wrapped around my waist all the relaxation that the shower provided disappears in an instant.

She’s standing at the foot of my bed - in white lingerie.

Fuck she looks sexy.

I grit my teeth. I do not want to do this and give her the wrong impression.

She walks slowly towards me.

“Hi, husband.” She says, reaching out and running her fingers down my chest.

Her breasts wrapped in white lace, the garter belt holding up thigh-high stockings.

My eyes roam over her tight figure, perfect curves - dammit.

No.

I can’t do this.

My cock has other ideas though as it throbs.

She presses herself against me, standing on her tiptoes as she lifts her face towards mine.

I look down at her, my eyes on her lips, I could just -

“I’ve been waiting for this night my whole life. The night I get to give myself to my husband.” She whispers.

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