Page 3 of Spiralling Skywards: Fading
Cream.
Waistcoat or vest but no jacket.
Tie.
Just to be sure, she then sent me pictures of exactly what she wanted the groom’s party to wear.
I had to say, although I knew fuck all about this kind of thing, it was pretty obvious that my girl knew her stuff. Everything looked exactly like a page from one of three hundred and seventy trillion wedding magazines that Sarah had shoved under my nose these past few months.
“I need to find Sash, can you see her?” Sarah whispered into my ear as we smiled and nodded at something her nan’s friend Eileen was saying. I think it was some sage advice about never going to bed on an argument if we wanted our marriage to last.
I slid my arm around her waist and brushed my thumb over the curve of her hip.
I had a little surprise for Sarah later and despite the service and speeches being over, the adrenalin hurtling through my system all day hadn’t abated by one iota. I was about to do something I hadn’t done since I was in grade two at St Jude’s Catholic Primary, and Sarah had no clue it was about to happen.
Eileen wished us good luck and made her way to the bar, Sarah turned and wrapped her arms around my neck the instant she left our sides.
I kissed her neck.
“Why do you need Sasha? It’s our wedding day. I’m all you should need,” I whispered into her ear, knowing full well the reaction her body would have to my warm breath on her skin.
She shuddered.
I smiled.
I loved her so fucking much I was beside myself with it. I felt as if I were gonna burst out of my own skin. If I were to fart right now, it’d be escaping as rainbows and glitter.
“I need to wee.”
“What?”
“I need to wee, and I need help with my dress.”
“That’s why you need Sasha?”
“Yeah.”
She stared down at my chest as she answered. I curled my index finger under her chin and tilted it up so her eyes met mine.
“I’m your husband, helping you out of your wedding dress is my fucking job, no one else’s.”
She rolled her eyes. “I don’t need helping out of it, I just need someone to hold it out of the way so that I don’t wee on it.”
“Well then, that’s my job, too.” I kissed her neck again, simply because it was there and I could.
She bit down on the corner of her lip, and I could almost hear her thoughts churning through that pretty little head of hers. She had come a long way in the ten months since we first met. Both my chest and my balls tightened when I thought about how adventurous she was prepared to get in the bedroom. She was pretty uninhibited and happy to try almost anything I suggested. I still hadn’t managed to convince her to ask for what she wanted, but we were working on it.
No matter how much she let go between the sheets, she still had issues with bodily functions. She even got embarrassed throwing a packet of tampons in the shopping trolley, which was also something we were working on.
“You’re not still embarrassed to go to the toilet in front of me, are you?” I stepped back so I could see her face. She was blushing and staring down at my chest again.
I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and pulled her in close. “I plan on having my fingers, tongue, and dick inside every orifice of yours that might bring us pleasure over the next few weeks. I plan on fucking you till you can’t walk and until every person staying in our hotel knows my name and exactly how you sound when I make you come.” I again tilt her chin, giving her no choice but to look at me. “And if you can’t walk, your only option will be to let me carry you to the toilet, so get fucking used to it, because I don’t plan to leave your side.”
“Everyone’s gonna think we’re sneaking off for sex if they see us heading inside together.” Her blush, combined with the way she giggled as she spoke, reached parts of me I didn’t know I had.
My insides ached with how much I loved this girl.
“Perhaps, we just might be.” I wiggled my eyebrows and gave her my best smile, topping it off with a wink, coz I know for a fact that made her wet.
