Page 39 of Dancing with a Ghost

Our wedding day.

We both knew we were meant for each other and while I would have been happy living together, getting married was important to Matty, and I would do anything for him to make him happy. He deserved every bit of it.

“We should get up,” he said, making no attempt to get out of bed.

“We've got hours yet, plenty of time before we have to start getting ready.”

“I know. Your mother will be going frantic though, if you don’t show up. I know she said she had everything handled, but you and I both know she’ll be panicking right now. There’s caterers, a live band…..not to mention my family.”

“She has it covered. I did all the legwork, as usual, she just has to oversee it. I left her a list so I could have more time with you this morning. Now, let’s start this day off as we mean to go on, with some love and maybe a blowjob.”

I waggled my eyebrows at him, as I moved down his body, kissing and licking the sensitive spots on his body. I’d mapped each one over the past year, noting where he had no sensation and where I knew a nip or a subtle lick would drive him wild.

His sexual awakening had been a revelation to both of us. He’d gone from no experience at all, to wanting to try out everything. Nothing was off the table and we’d had a lot of fun marking off each item on his ‘to-try’ list.

By far though, his favourite was a blow job. He’d writhe and moan, sometimes lasting minutes, other times lasting as long as I wanted him to. Who knew he was a fan of being edged?

I reached his cock, worshipping it with kisses and soft touches, gentle teases that I knew relaxed him. Today was going to be a long day and I needed him as chilled as possible.

I licked, sucked, and tickled, making him squirm until he shot his load with a shout. I swallowed down every drop before making my way up to his face, if only to see the look of bliss I knew would be on it. A gentle smile played on his lips. He looked sated and boneless, his eyes closed.

“That. Was. Amazing.” He stretched like a cat, tensing and relaxing each limb in turn before rolling onto his side, covering himself with the sheet.”Let’s just stay in bed all day. Forget the wedding.”

“Is that what you want, babe?” I’d call the whole thing off if I thought he meant it. This was important to him though, and I knew he was kidding.

“No. I want to marry you today, in front of all our family and friends. I have to show the whole world that I love you,.” he said, his voice soft.

We had no time to waste. I pulled the covers off him, ignoring his shout.

“Then let’s do this. I have a surprise though. Hurry up and put some clothes on, there’s somewhere we need to go.”

Matthias

I had no idea what my surprise was and I couldn’t wait to find out. I jumped from the bed, rushing towards the bathroom.

“Don’t shower. It’s part of the surprise.” Toby shouted from the bedroom.

I brushed my teeth quickly and gave my dick a quick clean. I’d not followed Toby’s lead and still kept my pubic hair but I trimmed it, kept it neat. He liked it and so did I.

“What do I need to wear?” I asked him, walking to the chest of drawers.

“Just some sweats and a t-shirt, nothing more.” I was puzzled. This wasn’t anything fancy then. I dressed quickly, putting on my Converse. I must admit, the clothing in this era was far more user-friendly than what I was used to. I loved the casual clothes, especially the footwear.

Toby had laughed at my need to buy shoes and trainers. I had a complete obsession, owning over thirty pairs of sneakers.

In no time at all, I was waiting by the door. Toby was still putting his shoes on, and I was getting impatient.

“Do we have time for this?” I asked, tapping my foot on the floor.

“Of course, we've got loads of time. At least four hours and I told you, mother has it under control.”

I wasn’t sure about that. Every other wedding planned had resulted in Toby doing everything for it. I doubted our wedding would be any different, but if he was happy to let his mother take care of it, then so was I.

Hilary had been lovely since finding out about us, taking it all in her stride, and when we announced we were engaged, she couldn’t wait to help organise the wedding with Toby.

“Come on, Toby. I don’t know what you have planned but if you don’t hurry up, we’ll be late for our own wedding.”

He grabbed his phone and keys from the dresser, shrugging into his jacket.

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