Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Thanks to her, there are an array of colorful rugs on the hardwood floors, knick-knacks on every available surface, and lipstick stains on my favorite mugs. We even have something called doilies, which are scraps of lace that go on nearly every surface and serve no functional purpose other than making my girl happy. I wouldn’t trade this stuff for the world.
“I couldn’t decide between the beige, the off-white, or the cream color,” she explains. She worries her bottom lip with her teeth.
I lean over and gently set her plump lower lip free. I could give two shits about the color of our decor, especially today of all days. No, there’s only one thing I’m thinking about right now.
“What if I picked the wrong color?” She looks at me. I’d be tempted to laugh, but she sounds so serious.
“Then we’ll try a different color.” I cup her head in my hands. Wonder fills me as I stare down at her. This woman is my wife now.
She moans my name, and the sweet sound is nearly my undoing. With a growl, I press my lips to hers and sweep my tongue into her mouth. I tease her, showing her just what I plan to be doing to her with my cock later.
By the time we break apart, she’s fisted my dress shirt, and she’s staring up at me with a dazed expression. I can’t help chuckling. “I need to get you inside before we give all the woodland creatures a show.”
“I don’t think I’d mind that,” she murmurs.
Even if she wouldn’t, I would. I’d much rather spread my beautiful bride out in our bed and make love to her for the rest of the week. I offered to take her on a honeymoon anywhere in the world. She told me she’d rather just have a week cuddling together in our cabin in front of the fire. That sounded like heaven to me too.
I carry her inside, pausing to nudge the box inside with the toe of my Oxford shoe. The box seems too heavy to be filled with throw pillows. She’s obsessed with making our cabin cozy and homey. As far as I’m concerned, the fact that she’s here makes it cozy and homey.
I carry her straight to our bedroom, setting her down on the bed. I bend over her to press a soft kiss to her lips. “Are you hungry, cold, tired?”
Fuck, I’m aching to get inside my new bride again. But her needs will always come before mine. Besides, there’s something primal about getting to take care of my woman. It soothes some savage need in my chest.
“No, no, and no. Horny as hell though.” She reaches for my shirt collar and pulls me back to her. I let her tug me down until I’m over her. We’re here together in this bed, still in our wedding clothes.
I smooth a piece of hair away from her face. “You’re the prettiest bride in the whole world.”
She rolls her eyes even as her cheeks pinken. “You haven’t seen every bride in the world.”
“I don’t have to see every bride to know I got the prettiest one.” I put a hand on her leg and guide it over my hip. The thigh-high slit in the dress had me wanting to spank her for showing so much skin. It’s a good thing that only a few men were present. I would have lost my shit had the whole town been there.
She groans, and I can’t help grinning. This is my favorite position with her, when we’re lying face to face, and I can watch her expression as she comes again and again.
“You’re such a flirt,” she chastises.
“Only with one woman,” I quickly reassure her. Other women don’t exist to me. There’s only my girl. That’s how it’s been for years, that’s how it’s going to be for the rest of my life.
She reaches for my hand, touching the wedding band on it with reverence and tenderness. “This means we belong to each other.”
“It means forever,” I promise. If she needs me to reassure her every hour of every day for the rest of our lives, I’ll do that. I’ll do whatever she needs to make her feel safe and secure in our relationship. “I’ll love you forever.”
She takes my hand and guides it underneath her dress. “I misplaced my panties after our rendezvous in the bathroom.”
“You sat like this through the reception?” I growl at her even as my fingers dip into her wet channel. I swirl her moisture around before bringing my digits to my mouth and sucking off her flavor. I love my woman’s taste.
Her eyes sparkle, and she moans. “Get inside me now.”
My wife doesn’t have to tell me twice. I help her out of her pretty dress carefully before ripping at my clothes. Then I’m sliding into her slick heat, and we’re both groaning. It’s only been six hours since I was last inside of her, and yet it feels like it’s been a lifetime.