Because he’s the man that was always supposed to be my partner. Gerwyn is the man I was born to be with.
This is true love.
This is the best life.
This is everything.
I’m Mrs Rhodes now, just like I should be.
And nothing will ever change that for the world.
The four poster is incredible in Bucklebury Hall. I collapse onto the bed, still in my wedding dress, throwing my arms up in the starfish position.
My husband does his fantastic chuckle as he collapses next to me, still looking like a prince in his tux.
“Wow,” I say. One little word that says it all.
He rolls onto his side to smile at me.
“Yes, Mrs Rhodes. It’s very, very wow indeed.”
His hand brushes down my stomach, and his eyes are still transfixed by the beautiful rhinestones of my dress.
It’s rare we get a night of quiet without Rosaleigh along with us, and the mood feels different from the moment his lips meet mine. As horny as ever, but a little more relaxed along with it.
It’s bliss.
All thoughts of how exhausted I am from our night of dancing are gone in one tiny second. My hands are around his shoulders, desperate, and his kiss is desperate in return.
I’ll never, ever get tired of making love to this man.
I have beautiful white stockings on under my gown, with my blue garter still up proud, and my husband takes off my heels and kisses a path from my ankle up to my thigh, hitching up the satin of my dress as he goes, and taking his time.
I’m moaning for more as he teases in his amazing way of teasing. He has the technique down to a fine art, always driving me so wild I’m not sure I can stand it.
“Let’s get you out of this gorgeous dress,” he says.
“Yes, please.”
I have to roll over so he can pull the corset ribbons at the back loose, and his desperation must boil over along with mine, as he’s the crusader indeed as he flips me right back over. I look up at him, brushing my thumb down his cheek.
“I love you so much, Ger.”
“I love you too, Mrs Rhodes.”
I’m giggling as I wriggle out of my dress, helped by his strong hands. The smile is still on my face when he kisses me over again.
I don’t know how I manage to get him out of his tux while we’re kissing so hard, but I do.
The fascination of his body, and his skin and his touch is as strong as ever, and the adoration he gives me in return is as strong as it could ever be.
He worships me.
With strokes, and licks, and kisses, he uses all of him to please all of me, and I do the same right back.
There’s no laughter now as the need eats us up. We’re both frantic with lust as the mood tightens.
One thing that was most definitely true was that Mr Rhodes sure isn’t Mr lights off missionary, only he doesn’t use harsh words, or filth, or seediness. There is nothing but him loving me, and me loving him, however we want to show it.
It’s absolutely beautiful as he pushes a finger in my ass with his mouth on my clit, just the way I like it. I’m as comfortable as I could ever be as he prepares me for his cock, working me up nice and slowly.
I lift my legs as he positions himself over me, moaning with a smile as he thrusts his cock into my pussy. His hips slam, and his kisses are fierce, and he fucks me with enough force to have me gripping the sheets.
I kiss him and kiss him and kiss him. I buck up against every move he makes.
“You’re so beautiful, Cass,” he whispers, and that gives me a glow, self-confidence buzzing a little more, every time he says it.
My body isn’t the same as it was before I gave birth to our little girl, but that doesn’t matter.
Gerwyn worships me regardless of the changes.
He worships my tits, even though they are still feeding Rosaleigh.
He worships my pussy, even though I’ve pushed her out of it.
He worships my stomach, still rippled with stretch marks and nine months of holding our little girl inside me.
And he worships my ass, too.
Jo loved anal, sure. But so does Gerwyn.
A lot.
“Where do you want me for climax number one?” he asks while I’m panting, so worked up for him that my whole body is thrumming.
I grin up at him.
“You choose.”
He shakes his head, with a grin back at me.
“No way, Cass. The choice is yours.”
My eyes are full of love and dirty mischief as I hitch my legs up higher. Because you know what? One thing that being with Gerwyn for the past year has shown me, is that I think I might love anal even more than he does.