Page 63 of Patch's Bride
As the evening turns into night, most of the guests have left. My sister left long ago with her nurse in tow. Patch’s parents said their goodbyes not long after. The band just started packing up, and the caterers have begun to break down the tables and pack everything up. Sharon and Crow were among the last to leave. Rigs slapped Patch on the back hard enough to make me wince, but Patch just laughed.
Then it was just us. We left the catering crew to clean up because we paid extra for that. Patch scoops me up in his arms and carries me inside. He takes me through the house and upstairs to our room. It’s still littered with things from when the other women and I got ready earlier in the day. Patch doesn’t care. He swipes one hand across the bed, shoving everything onto the floor as he sits me down.
He kneels down in front of me and asks, “Was the wedding everything you hoped it would be?”
I stare down into his eyes, feeling my love for him growing bigger by the minute. “It was better than I ever dreamed possible, like a magical fairytale wedding. Thank you for making that memory with me.”
A slow smile spreads across his face. “I’m glad. It’s important to me that you’re happy and have nice things.”
I reach out and tug him forward. “You’re the nicest thing I have, the only thing I don’t want to live without. You know that, right?”
He kisses me again, and this time it’s heartachingly tender. Then he pulls me to my feet and begins unbuttoning the hundred and twelve buttons down the back of my wedding gown. He’s quick about it, which is great because I’m eager for what comes next. When he’s finished, I expect him to tug the gown up over my head, but he doesn’t. He gathers handfuls of my skirt as he drops to his knees in front of me.
My heart races because I know him well enough to understand that he plans to put his mouth on me. I’ve been suspecting for a while that my loving husband has a kink relating to my wedding dress. Every time I had a fitting, he wanted to go with me and always got amorous when we came home. This is culmination of all the admiring me in the dress and fantasizing about our wedding day in his mind.
And strangely enough, I’m there for it. I’ve never felt more beautiful and desirable than I did today. It’s only natural to want to enjoy this rare opportunity. It’s not like we’ll get another opportunity. This second chance at a big wedding was a one-off.
When Patch puts his hand behind my knee and tosses my leg over his shoulder like a boss, shock roils through my body. I was not expecting him to splay me open like that. He doesn’t waste any time and the first time his tongue circles around my clit all the thoughts running through my mind splinter. My man has a talented tongue and fingers as well. Within minutes, he’s tipping me over in a hard orgasm that nearly makes my knees unhinge.
He eases me back onto the bed and continues to pleasure me, teasing me until I’m about to come and then easing back, over and over again. It’s both bliss and torture at the same time. Finally, I tangle my hands in his hair and ride his tongue a little. Patch loves teasing me until I lose control. When I come screaming his name, he sits back with a sexy smile on his face.
It takes me a minute to catch my breath and when I prop myself up onto one elbow to look down at him, I see that with all the writhing in pleasure my gown has slipped off my shoulders. I’m not only revealing a massive amount of cleavage but somehow the gown twisted around my ribcage pushing my breasts up until they are spilling out of my bra. No wonder the sexy bastard’s eyes are crawling all over me.
He reaches out one hand. I take it and allowing him to pull me to my feet. It takes both of us working together to get the gown and full ruffled slip off. To be honest, It’s a huge relief to be free of the heavy gown, particularly after dragging it around all day.
It takes me a second to realize that Patch must have pulled off my panties in his rush to lick me to orgasm. I only notice because when he tosses the dress away, I feel the air hit my mound. So, I’m standing there, totally oblivious that I’m wearing only my lacy white bra, a silk garter belt around my hips with sheer stockings attached to it. My hands move to instinctively cover myself.
I was clearly raised too modestly for Patch’s taste, because he pushes himself up from the floor and grins at me as he starts pulling off his shirt and tie and says, “If you want my thick cock on our wedding day, you’ll need to lie back on the bed and let me see what’s mine.
Heat races through my veins and my clit tingles. Without meaning to, I take a step back and slide back onto the bed.
“Open those pretty little legs, darlin’.” It’s not a question, so much as a gentle command. And I obey. Mostly because I’m caught in his thrall. I love it when he’s like this, stern and needy for what only I can give. The moment I’ve exposed everything he wants to see his eyes go dark with lust.
I can’t take my eyes off him as he slowly undresses. I can’t tell if this is another way to tease me or if he’s slowing down to savor the experience. Either way, I’m down with it. By the time his shirt comes off, revealing all his ink, I’m needy and wanting him again. Once he’s naked, I reach out and open my arms, and he comes to me.
I wrap my legs around him, wanting him inside me right away. He doesn’t allow that. He’s too busy kissing me, trailing his lips down my neck and pulling my bra down to suck on my nipples. When we kiss, I can taste myself on his lips. It’s weirdly arousing.
I reach between our bodies to stroke him. He’s rock hard and ready to come. I can tell because he sucks in a sharp breath. “I want you. Don’t make me wait anymore.”
He pulls back to look into my eyes. “You want me that bad?”
This is him wanting to me to tell him how much I need his cock. I quickly nod, and say, “You know that I do. I love you and having you inside me rocks my world.”
When I move the head of his cock to my opening, he presses himself inside, slowly because he knows taking him all at once is hard for me. I’m too eager though. I tilt my hips just right to helphim slide home. When he bottoms out, I can’t help the strangled cry that falls from my lips.
“You feel so good, babe.”
He smiles at me and begins moving, very slowly at first. But as I adjust to his size, he moves faster. I get lost in the pleasure building between us, scraping my nails down his back and pulling him down for another kiss. I don’t know how long our erotic dance lasts but eventually, I come all over his cock, just the way he likes. He stills inside me and fills me with his hot come.
His hand rests low on my stomach again, just like it did at the cake table. I wonder if he’s thinking about how our child will look. I know I have. Will they have my blue eyes or his father’s brown eyes? I wish I’d paid more attention in biology class. I cover his hand with mine.
“We leave in the morning,” he murmurs, his voice heavy with sleep.
I smile and nuzzle my head back against his chest. “You mean for the surprise honeymoon?”
“Yeah, where do you think we’re going?”
“I don’t care,” I whisper. “As long as it’s with you, I’ll love it.”
