“I mean, reciting vows is one thing.” As she spoke, she slid my jacket from my shoulders, then neatly laid it across the foot of the bed, turning back to me. This time, she worked on my belt. “And signing a marriage license is all fine and good, but until you consummate the marriage, it’s all for nothing. It’s kind of dumb, but it is true.”
“It would be a shame if lightning struck me down, and we couldn’t make this official,” I pointed out, watching her fight back a grin.
“Wouldn’t it?” The button slipped free, then she unzipped my fly, backing me up against the bed and sitting me down, my slacks and boxer briefs around my knees. “We really should do something about that.”
My arms slid around her so I could unhook her bra, and her gorgeous tits tumbled free. I wasted no time taking them in my hands, caressing them until her eyelids fluttered. “What did you have in mind?” I asked, taking one of them into my mouth, sucking her nipple so it hardened, watching her succumb to pleasure.
“I have a few ideas,” she whispered, moaning when I used my tongue to flick the tip of her tight nipple. “Why don’t you lie down, and I’ll show you?” She nudged me back, and I obliged, propped on my elbows so I could watch as she lowered her thong.
I would never get tired of this. Watching light play over her smooth, firm body as she straddled me. The thrill of her touch when she took me in her hand and guided me inside her incredibly tight pussy. Her soft, open-mouth gasp when I first stretched her and the sigh that followed as she lowered herself to my base.
“Congratulations,” she said, grinning down at me. “We’re officially married.”
“Are you sure about that?” I took her hips in my hands. “Because I’m fairly sure we both need to finish for it to be official.”
She dropped onto her palms, one on either side of me, her grin widening. “I guess we shouldn’t leave anything to chance,” she whispered as her hips began to move.
“By all means.” I loved nothing more than watching her like this—claiming her pleasure and using me to get her there. Her soft grunts left me almost frantic to consume all of her.
My wife.
Finally, my wife.
She leaned down, breathing hard, and I caught her juicy bottom lip between my teeth, giving a playful nip. “Careful,” she warned between gasps while my hands slid down her smooth back. “Don’t mark the bride on her big day.”
“Can’t have that, can we?” Instead, I settled for digging my fingers into her firm ass until she whined, grinding on my cock. “I’ll just have to mark you where nobody else can see.”
Her eyes closed as a deep sigh parted her lips. My God, there wasn’t anything more stunning in the world than her like this, lost in a passion that built with every sensual stroke, every grind of her hips.
My senses were overloaded. Yet it was profound gratitude that ruled over every other thought. I’d never been so grateful for her—a woman who knew me, all of me, yet was determined to love me anyway with her enormous heart and her luscious body.
A body that now moved faster while we kissed, panting into each other’s mouths, working together toward the end. “Come with me,” she urged when a moan stirred, the sort that left my balls aching and ready for release. Then the tightening of her pussy, the increased friction, pushed me toward the edge of a cliff I’d fallen over with her many times.
“Yes, love,” I whispered, holding her hips and jerking her onto me to meet my thrusts as I drove into her. “Jesus, you’re squeezing me so fucking tight… I’m not going to be able to hold back much longer. Come for me,now,” I gritted out, my breath catching.
“Oh, yes… yes, Miles… I’m…” She ended with a gasp, her head snapping back in the instant before her pussy began to milkmy shaft. The pleasure of letting go was nothing to the pleasure of watching bliss turn her already precious, perfect face into something no artist could capture.
Ethereal, exquisite.
And mine. Always.
“I guessit’s time for me to make my speech.” Colton stood, microphone in hand, while the staff cleared our dinner plates. “First off, I would like to speak for my parents when I thank all of you for joining us here at our family estate. It’s been a privilege holding an event like this, but especially for people who mean as much to us as these four.”
He looked at Valentina, then at Aria, and his smile softened. “I’m so glad we grew up the way we did, as close as we did. It’s even better that we’re still close all these years later. I hope we never lose that since you two are part of the fabric of my life. Evan…” he continued, “… you’ve been a brother to me. I can’t imagine anyone making Valentina as happy as you do, and I know for a fact that you need her to keep you in line, but there’s nobody better for that job.”
Knowing laughter rang out in the tent.
“Miles…” he concluded when the laughter died down, “… you have been a welcome addition to our group and our family. You fit in seamlessly, and I’m sure that couldn’t have been easy with all the history between us. I know Aria was worth the effort.”
I smiled at my wife, covering her hand with mine. She had been more than worth the effort, which didn’t feel like effort at all. I was a lucky man in so many ways.
“Please, everyone.” Colton lifted his champagne flute, signaling for the guests to do the same. I noticed Evelyn dabbingher eyes with a napkin, and for the second time today, it looked like Magnus was fighting back tears as he gazed at his daughters. “To the happy couples. May the rest of their lives be filled with as much love and joy as they feel today.”
The twins got up to hug their cousin once his toast was finished while the emcee for the evening announced dancing was about to kick off in the adjoining tent. “Come on!” Aria rushed over to me, grabbed my hand, and pulled me out of my chair. “You owe me at least one dance.”
“Already with the demands when we’ve barely been married four hours.” I kissed her hand, then let her go. “I’ll be there in a minute. Go ahead, shake your ass. I’ll meet you there.”
“Don’t keep me waiting,” she warned, heading off with Sienna and Ivy.