Page 107 of Indigo

He made a big deal about wanting to make one big decision while planning our wedding, and this is the one he chose.

“Mrs Shepard,” Pax whispers into my ear, appearing at my side and placing his hand on my lower back.

“Mr Shepard,” I reply, standing on my toes and kissing his jaw before allowing him to escort me to the middle of the backyard.

The wooden tables and chairs form a circle to allow for this dance floor, and the fairy lights dangling from the overgrown trees above us make it look magical as we stand front and centre.

Pulling me into his arms, I melt against him, and when “Feels Like Home” by Matt Johnson begins to play, tears immediately fill my eyes.

“Oh, yeah,” he whispers into my hair as he leans forward. “I did good.”

“Yeah, you did.” I chuckle, burying my face against his chest, breathing him in as we sway to the music.

Eventually, everyone else joins us on the dance floor, and it feels as though we’re surrounded by love as we cling to each other.

“I can’t believe it,” I say, craning my neck back to look up at my husband as “Perfect” by Ed Sheeran plays in the background.

“Can’t believe you bagged a stud like me?” he replies, his chest vibrating with laughter.

“Mhmm.”

“You think after this we can sneak away for a bit?” he whispers, his hand slowly wandering further down my back until it’s resting just above the swell of my ass.

My ears perk up at the insinuation, and I glance around to see if anyone’s watching us. Thankfully, they’re all too busy dancing, drinking and eating to be focused on the two of us, so I step back, grab Pax’s hand, and tug.

We race through the back door, closing it behind us, and within seconds, he has me pressed up against it, his mouth on mine, his hands already grabbing, groping any part of me he can reach.

“I’m so fucking hard,” he groans against my lips, proving his point by grinding his pelvis into my stomach. “I’ve been thinking about this since the wordsI do,left your perfect fucking lips.”

“Oh, yeah?” I pant as he kisses his way down my neck, just as worked up as he is from the thought of having him inside of me while everyone continues on outside as normal. As if we aren’t in here about to tear each other’s clothes off.

“Bedroom,” he says. “Get your ass in that bedroom before I rip this fucking dress in half.”

The love I have for my wedding dress has me scurrying off to the bedroom without argument, knowing damn well that he’s not bluffing.

As the bedroom door closes behind us, and Pax turns the lock, I immediately reach for the thin straps of my dress, but before I can slide them from my shoulders, Pax says, “Don’t. Leave it on.”

“But you said…”

“Get on the bed, Blue.”

I bite my lip, my pussy clenching around nothing as his tone makes me ache. Slowly, I walk backwards until I hit the bed, and then I lower myself down, using my hands to hold up my weight as I shuffle back, leaving room for him to join me.

He apparently has other plans, because as he reaches me, both hands wrap around my ankles, and pull me back to the edge so that my ass is barely making contact with the mattress. The only reason I don’t slide right off is because he’s firmly wedged between my thighs, his pelvis pressing into mine.

His eyes turn hooded as he slides his hands from my ankles, all the way up my thighs, taking the material of my dress with him until it’s bunched around my waist.

The moment his eyes land on the lacey white garter belt around my thigh, his pupils dilate, and an evil grin spreads across his face.

“Now what do we have here?” he says, his voice thick with arousal. “I believe this is for me, isn’t it, Blue?”

I nod, unable to speak as he drops to his knees in front of me and traces his fingers along the inside of my thigh. Instead of ripping it off, as I assumed he would, he leans in, takes the flimsy fabric between his teeth and tears it from my body. I jump at the pinch of pain it causes and then moan as he discards it and goes straight for my barely covered pussy.

Running his tongue along the seam of my panties, it takes all of two seconds before those, too, are torn and tossed to the floor beside him.

He wastes no time diving in, and I writhe around on the bed as my husband devours me. Every lick, suck, moan causes a vibration to surge through my body, driving me insane. I grip his hair, not caring that it’s going to look like a rat’s nest after I’m through with it, and shamelessly grind myself against his mouth, chasing my orgasm.

I come with a shriek as he simultaneously latches onto my clit and slides two fingers inside of me, hitting just the right spot to make my vision blur and my ears ring.

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