Page 57 of Something Blue

I lift her off my lap, standing as I do so and wrapping her legs around my waist.

Carrying her to the bedroom I let her feet drop to the floor.

She stands in front of me, in some kind of trance, still shocked from how good we are together. “I promised you, didn’t I?” I say. She nods, licking her lips.

I begin to undress her, unclipping the gorgeous white lingerie and letting each piece fall to the floor until she is naked.

I carry her to the shower and stand with her as I wash her body, touching every part of her.

The first time - wefucked, but the second time in the shower, we make love. It’s slower, tender, more intimate as she wraps her legs around my waist, and I fuck her against the wall with hot water splashing over us.

We fall asleep wrapped in each other’s arms and for the first time I think Neve is letting me in.

She’s softened to me and allowing me to love her in the way that I want to love her.

I wake up before her.

It’s a little chilly because the sun isn’t up yet. Neve is curled against me, her hair tickling my face. I smile, taking in a quiet breath of her scent. This is what I’ve waited so long for. I can’t believe I finally have this gorgeous creature here in my arms in the quietest hours of the morning - and she is my wife.

My arms are already wrapped around her, her back fitting perfectly against my chest. I pull her a little closer and close my eyes again.

I’m not rushing to get out of bed today. I have all the time in the world to lie here with her. This is exactly where I want to be.

I fall asleep again. Content. So comfortable I don’t even dream, or at least not that I remember. When I realize I haven’t had a single nightmare since Neve has been sleeping next to me. She is the cure to everything bad in my life.

When I wake up the second time, she is already out of bed and I groan in annoyance.

Why didn’t she stay with me, snuggle with me?

I throw the blankets aside and swing my legs off the edge of the bed, stretching my sleepy body until it wakes up.

Heading downstairs to the kitchen, I assume I’ll find here there because I can smell fresh coffee.

She’s leaning over the coffee machine, muttering in annoyance. The t-shirt she threw on to come down stairs is barely covering her ass. The sight ofher leaning forward like that makes my cock stir and my body light with desire.

She is my wife.

Perhaps I should take her again, over the kitchen counter. We could have fun in every room of this hotel before we leave for our home - then we could do it all again there.

She mutters again and huffs at the coffee machine.

I grin. Oddly, it’s the same machine we have at home.

And she keeps forgetting it’s the silver button on the side that does all in one option. Every time she uses our machine she pushes the first one and gets a black coffee. She’s done the same thing here.

Slipping my hands around her waist I whisper against her ear. “Good morning, my love.”

She jumps, already agitated from her coffee machine issues.

“Don’t do that.” She snaps a little and pulls her mouth to the side and narrows her eyes at me. “It’s just me - the man you married last night.” I smirk.

She glares and I stare back as intensely. The looks she gives me says several things. The most obvious one is that she has changed her mood since last night’s intimacy. We might be leaning back towards the ‘don’t touch me, I don’t want to be here’ phase.

I decide to ignore it.

I tug her against my chest and kiss the top of her head.

She wiggles a little, brushing her body against me. My cock goes hard, and her eyes widen.

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