I take her hand in mine as we're announced as husband and wife, and then we walk down the aisle. But really it feels like we're floating. That's how happy we both are.
We head straight to my bedroom loft in my lake house and I lock the door.
We had this planned. We told everyone we just needed a little bit of time to ourselves after we said I do.
God knows there's going to be a roaring party for the rest of the day and night.
Alone in the space where we first made love, I draw my wife to me. Her dress is loose and lovely, a sundress really. She slips off her sandals. "I know everybody's going to be waiting for us to cut the cake and have a dance and all that. But..."
"But what, baby?" I ask, drawing my wife to me, unable to stop myself from kissing every inch of her neck, aching for so much more.
"But I don't exactly want to go do all of that just yet."
"Well, we're not going to. We told everybody we needed a little bit of time alone."
"I want more than time," she says. "I want you." She presses her hand to my cock and it throbs in my khakis.
"Really?" I ask. “Now?”
She smiles. "We should consummate this marriage, shouldn't we? It’s only right."
"Well, I wouldn't want to do anything wrong," I say with a grin, lifting up the hem of her dress. "Fuck, baby," I say, "You're not wearing panties?"
She shakes your head. "No, I wanted to be ready for you." She unbuttons my pants, and I push them down, drawing my girl, my wife, to the bed. "I want you so bad."
"You have me," she says. "Forever."
"Should we go out in the rowboat later for old time's sake?" I ask. "The lake's still, no rough waters today."
She laces her fingers with mine. Her eyes search my soul as my cock enters her slowly with a need and desire that she understands entirely.
"Let's hope there'll be no rough waters in our future. And if there are, you and I, Anchor, we can get through anything together."
I fill her up and I hold her, knowing she is mine. Our bodies move as one, our hearts beat in time. Lemon Rough is more than my wife; she's my home.