“I want this to be the beginning of something magical, and I believe it will be. I vow that this is day one of our story.”
He inhaled suddenly, wanting to hold her. He wanted to wrap her in his arms and never let go.
The pastor took a step back. “You may kiss the bride.”
Jake stepped forward, held Casey gently, and pulled her in for a kiss. He kissed her with purpose, ensuring that he meant every word he'd said.
Everyone clapped, and whistles broke out. He smiled, looking forward to what the future held.
The party was in full swing, and they had been dancing for a few hours. They had finally found a spot a short distance away to rest and catch their breath. Casey was still smiling, her eyes taking in the dance.
“The wedding turned out perfect,” she said, chuckling softly. “Exactly as we planned it.”
He nodded, looking over at everyone. The day had drifted into night, and the party only seemed to grow. Everyone was enjoying themselves, and that's what they wanted.
His parents were twirling on the dance floor. His brother was trying to flirt with one of the bridesmaids, and Gerri was even dancing with someone.
“Hey.” She turned toward him. “You want to help me with something really quick?”
“Sure.” He looked at her. “What do you need?”
She leaned down low, whispering into his ear. “Your dick and out of these shoes.”
His eyes widened, suddenly loving his bride even more. “I can surely assist in that.” He swung up, taking her with him as they hurried down the garden and back into the cottage.
They slipped inside, and she guided him down the hallway and up the stairs where she had gotten ready. The door wasn't even shut when she pounced on him, pulling at the buttons of his tuxedo.
“Fuck,” he growled, moving them to the bed. “Quick, aren't we?”
“Well,” she chuckled, “we don't have much time, and it's been a while.”
That they could both agree on, and it wasn't because of the people outside. They had agreed to a no-sex pact a month ago. He was hard up, to say the least.
“Leave the shirt,” he grumbled, flipping her dress up as she fell onto the bed. “I won't wanna put this back on if I take it off.”
She smirked as she watched him hike her dress up, revealing lace panties. His eyes widened.
“Holy shit.”
“I thought you'd like them.” She smirked, dropping her knees wide. “I think they were a good purchase. That and the girls keep saying you'd love them.”
He could see everything through the lace, and God, he could smell her. He pulled at his pants, undoing his button before yanking them down and kicking them aside.
His cock sprang free, and her eyes seemed to look at him with hunger. He suspected she was tired of waiting as well.
He leaned over, kissing her hip bone and her body arched up.
“You are one sexy, fucking bride. You know that?”
“Yeah?” she gasped, her voice rising. “Everything you wanted?”
“More than I could have even dreamed of.” He kissed her pussy, rubbing the lace into her. He listened as she moaned, her toes curling.
He wanted to drag this out. God, he wanted to hold her there forever in this need for a release. But they had left the party, and it wouldn't be long before they sent someone to find them. They only came up here for shoes, after all.
The last thing they needed was someone walking in on them doing it, and God forbid it to be his parents or his brother.
He kissed her thigh and slid her panties down, throwing them aside. “When we get back to that dance floor, do you know what I'm going to do?”