“Ready to get some rest?” I ask Alice as she leans into my side in the elevator up to our room at the venue. My hand wraps around her shoulder and I kiss the top of her head.
“I have other plans,” she says, wiggling her eyebrows at me seductively.
“You barely slept last night, let’s get you in some comfy pajamas and you can do filthy unspeakable things to me tomorrow,” I chuckle.
The room is dark as we enter, and I turn the light on the dimmest setting. Alice is still a little tipsy from the shots she did earlier, and I steady her on her feet, my palm splayed against her back.
“Did you have a good time?” she asks, yawning.
“The best,” I mumble against her forehead, gently turning her around and getting to work on the buttons of her dress. My fingertips graze her spine with each pop of a button and my mouth leaves a trail of kisses behind, covering up the goosebumps forming on her skin.
I kneel down as I kiss the last spot at the base of her spine and my hands trail up her calves and legs, all the way to her garter. While her dress is short and stops at her knees, there’s plenty of layers I need to get through, so I throw the material over my head and kiss the inside of her thigh before dragging the garter down with my teeth.
Alice moans above me and mumbles something incoherent. I chuckle and pull myself out from under her dress. “Arms up, baby.”
She does as instructed and I lift the dress off her, making sure it doesn’t snag in the braided crown atop her head. Gently, I set it down on the couch and return to my wife. Her eyes are half closed, but a smile still takes over her pretty pink lips. I kiss her cheek and reach behind her to pop open her push-up bra. It falls to the floor with a thud and I run my hands down her sides, my thumbs hooking into her lace panties, and pulling them off too.
I take a second to admire her while she’s naked and soft.God, she’s perfect.
“Sit here for a second,” I say, leading her to the side of the bed. She does as she’s told, looking at me through half lidded eyes as I take off my suit and under-layers. I leave my boxers on, and she frowns. “Don’t pout, baby,” I laugh, reaching over on the bed and dragging her pajamas closer to me. “Arms up one more time.”
Alice gives me her cute-but-infuriated look, which just makes her resemble a grumpy cat, but she listens anyway. I pull her silky shirt down her torso and instruct her to stand.
She wobbles again and I steady her with a hand on her hip. As I drag one side of her matching pants onto one leg, her hands find purchase in my hair, and she scrapes her nails on my scalp in a soothing motion. “I married the best man today,” she says, looking down at me with a soft look in her eyes.
“I married the love of my life,” I respond, swiftly kissing her lips and redirecting my attention to pulling all the pins out of her hair.
“I should brush it,” she says, taking a step towards the bathroom, and I blindly follow. I pull the rest of her hair out of her braids and brush it over a few times, tying it in a low ponytail at the back of her neck.
I spot the makeup wipes on the counter and take a few out, remembering her nightly skin care routine. With one hand, I tip her chin up so I can better see what I’m doing. With the other,I press the wipe to her face and rub in gentle circles until all the foundation comes off. I grab a few more wipes and run them over her eyelids and mouth.
By the time I’m done, she looks like my everyday Alice again—just as gorgeous and smelling faintly of coconut. She smiles at me, and I allow myself one more kiss. She opens up and chases me with her tongue, tasting like the cherry cake we shared for dessert.
I sigh and pick her up, bridal style. “I think I was supposed to do this earlier,” I say, walking her to the bed and setting her down.
She laughs and keeps her arms around my neck as I pull the covers on top of us. “We’ll figure it out. Together,” she says, and I press one last kiss to her forehead before she falls asleep in my arms.
“Together.” I smile, letting sleep pull me under.
The End.
