Naked before me, my bride wears nothing except a veil in her hair. "You look so beautiful," I tell her. "Head to toe perfection."
She runs a hand over the scar on my shoulder where the bullet met my bone. "I love you so much, Bartlett," she tells me, wrapping her arms around my neck, her naked body against my naked body, her skin, my skin.
We move as one to the bed, my lips on hers, kissing her deeply, knowing that this night is one I will never forget.
She is my memories from here on out.
We move together, her body linked for eternity with mine.
I touch her, fingering her and licking her and making her wet, making her moan and making her happy in a way she deserves.
My cock aches to fill her again and again. And she eagerly offers me everything she has.
"Don't stop," she whimpers.
"I’ll never stop," I promise, touching her again, easing her open, my cock centering right where it belongs.
Our fingers lace, her eyes on me. "I love you," she says again.
"I'm so glad you made it Home," I tell her.