I miss my girls already, but cannot wait to have a night alone with myhusbandwhere I don’t have to worry if someone will hear us.
I know that Graham feels the same because the entire ride he keeps me tucked against his side, touching me in any place he can, shooting me longing glances that make me sink back against the seat.
When we pull up to the cabin, Graham wastes no time getting me out of the truck, careful not to get anything on my dress, and carries me over the threshold.
“I feel like I’m coming out of my skin, Em. I can’t wait another fucking second to peel that dress off of you and kiss you every fucking where.”
“Not so fast, husband. I have something extra special for you tonight, so you’ll need to be patient.”
He groans, dropping his forehead against mine, his hands sliding down the silk on my back. “Em, I left my patience at the fucking altar.”
I step back, out of his reach, as I laugh, shaking my head. “Sit on the bed and close your eyes. I’ll be right back.” My hands shake as I grab the overnight bag I packed last night, and carry it with me into the bathroom. It’s a small bathroom, dimly lit, with a huge shower, and immediately, I think about the last time Graham and I were in the shower. The filthy thoughts cause my limbs to warm, all the way to my toes.
Okay, let’s do this.
I reach behind me and quickly undo the buttons holding my dress together, and then slip out of it. I hang it on the hanger I packed, and then place the hanger on a shelf, where the dress can hang untouched. The lace at the bottom of my bag touches my fingers, and I grin.
I already know he’s going to have a heart attack when he sees it. As I put it on, I imagine all the things that will flit through his mind the second he sees the white bridal lace adorning my body.
A cropped bustier, that’s lace and completely see-through, my nipples are on full display. The cheeky panties and garter goes perfectly with the stockings I chose. Once I get them all on, and glance in the mirror, I feel more confident than I ever have. I feel sexy. Powerful.
I slowly open the door to the bedroom and call out to him, “Are you ready?”
“If I have to wait another second, I’ll fuckingdie,Em,” he says raggedly.
I step out of the bathroom into the bedroom and watch as Graham’s jaw actually drops. His utterly kissable mouth hangs open. He’s sitting on the bed, his bowtie no longer around his neck, with the crisp white shirt beneath it hanging slightly open. His pants are unbuttoned, slung low on his hips, revealing the tight boxer briefs beneath.
Seeing him makes my mouth water, and my clit throb. I can’t believe he’s mine,my husband.
“Holy fuck,” he mumbles. His eyes do a slow perusal of my body, traveling over every inch of me, before coming back up to meet my eyes. He runs his hand through his hair roughly, tugging at the ends.
“Do you like it?”
“Do I fucking like it? Baby, I’m about to come in my goddamn pants like a teenager. You look like an angel. Like a fucking goddess.”
I smile shyly, stepping forward until I’m settled between his legs. The moment his hands touch my body, I feel like a live wire. A stream of electricity coursing through me. He swipes his thumb over the hardened peak of my nipple, groaning when they dampen beneath his finger.
My man, and his filthiness. I love it.
He pulls me into his lap, settling me over his cock, rocking me back and forth until he’s flat on his back then drags me up his body, until my pussy is directly over his mouth. His tongue swipes at me through the already-soaked lace, and he hums. Pulling the lace aside, he laps at my pussy until I’m quivering over him, my legs threatening to no longer hold my weight.
He places me on his cock and leans up on his elbows. “As much as I love this, baby, please can we get it off. I’m dying.”
“You first. I have a present for you.”
I scoot backwards while I begin unbuttoning the white shirt, then help him shrug out of his tux jacket and the shirt, leaving his chest bare, and him naked from the waist up. Then, I work on his pants, pushing them down his hips, along with his briefs until his cock, thick and angry, bobs between us. Once the pants are gone, I wrap my fist around him, pumping him gently, until I hear him hiss.
“Em, I’ll never last.”
I don’t respond; instead, I wrap my mouth around the head of his cock and suck him into my mouth.
“Oh fuck.” His hands thread into my hair as I bob up and down on his length, forcing him down my throat until I’m gagging around the head of his cock. I open wider and take him deeper until his pubic bone meets my nose, and as he ruts into my throat gently and I gag, pulling a groan from him.
“Jesus fucking Christ, baby.” He pants. I pull back, and use both of my hands to work his cock, giggling slightly with how spent he already looks, sitting on the bed, his legs spread wide, getting his cock sucked like a king. I lick along the underside of his head, to the sensitive spot that makes his hips buck, and down to his balls, sucking each one into my mouth with a pop.
I put him down my throat, eagerly ready to swallow him, but right before he comes, he pulls me off, panting.
“I want my cum in your pussy, not in your mouth. I’m not wasting a drop.”