Page 54 of Elijah
She giggled softly and laid her cheek against my chest.
“I hope we’re always this happy,” she sighed.
“Of course we will be.” My hand went to her arse and gave it a quick squeeze. “Sorry, but it looks amazing in this dress.”
Amy looked up at me and rolled her eyes.
“But it does.”
“Well thank you, I appreciate your appreciation of my bum.”
“I appreciate it so much, I’m going to fucking worship it later on when I get you out of this dress. I do hope you’re wearing a pair of those tiny little knickers which I love so much.”
I wiggled my eyebrows at her, smirking as I noticed her take a deep breath as a blush crept up her neck – always a tell-tale sign that she was turned on.
“They may be,” she said standing on her tiptoe to kiss the corner of my mouth. “And they may have antique lace around the edge.”
“Really,” I replied, taking her bottom lip into my mouth and sucking on it.
When she pushed her hips forward, I knew I needed to stop, otherwise we’d have to ditch our own wedding reception.
“Oh yeah,” she said breathily. “You’re going to love them and the matching basque.”
I groaned and moved my hand from Amy’s arse to my dick, readjusting it. “If the next song that DJ plays is a fast one, we still need to slow dance, because my grandma will have a stroke if she sees the stonker I’m currently sporting.”
Amy let her head drop back and let out a loud belly laugh, her shoulders shaking as she tightened her arms around my neck.
“Oh my god, you’re terrible.”
“Yeah,” I whispered close to her ear, “but you love me.”
Running a hand down my cheek, she studied me, her eyes bright and her lips pulled into a beautiful smile.
“I do, and I promise I always will.”
