As I open my mouth to take a bite, my dear husband shoves the entire thing into it, smearing frosting across my chin and nose too. Before I can retaliate, he grasps my wrist, opens his mouth, and steals the cupcake from me. He nearly takes my fingers off with his bite, leaving me stunned.
Eli wraps me in his arms and dips me back into a not-so-chaste kiss. He sucks the frosting off my tongue and grabs my ass. Everyonefalls into raucous laughter as they clap and cheer for us. I can perform in front of thousands of people, and yet being the center of attention here, while Eli kisses me in front of our family, I’m a blushing mess as he releases me.
“You’re so bad,” I whisper.
He shrugs with a laugh, not bothered about the PDA. “Not sorry. I’m dying to get inside you,” he says low enough for only me to hear. My insides swirl with heat that settles between my legs. “I can’t wait to fuck my wife.”
I can feel myself breathing harder. Needily, I whisper his name. “Eli.”
“Yes, Princess?” Eli swipes the leftover frosting off my bottom lip with his thumb and seductively licks it off. His stormy ocean eyes never leave mine, daring me to ask for what I want.
And what I want is him. I want him to rip this dress off my body and claim me as his wife.
“I—” The words get strangled in my throat. I can’t exactly have what I want. We’re in the middle of our wedding celebration. This has been the longest we’ve gone without spending uninterrupted naked time together.
After he proposed and I said yes, we went to the inn to have breakfast with the rest of the Miller family. We all opened presents, and then I was off to a dress fitting with my mom and the rest of the Miller women. Set up in one of the empty rooms in the main house were three gorgeous gowns for me to choose from. Veils, shoes, makeup, and hair supplies. Anything I could imagine needing for my wedding was waiting for me.
Eli thought of everything.
What he didn’t think about was giving us a moment to steal away. Just the two of us. Not only have we not celebrated alone, but I’ve had no time to give him his last present. It’s killing me not to share my surprise.
My husband reads me like an open book and grabs my hand. “Come with me.”
He leads me out of the barn, across the patio, into the main house, and into the room I used as a bridal suite.
“What are we doing in here?”
Eli slams the door behind us and turns the lock. “Taking a moment for ourselves.” In a flash, he’s on me. His mouth. His hands. I dig my hands into his hair and tug, trying to get as close to him as possible. I absorb his heat into the marrow of my bones.
Shivers race down my spine as he licks and nips my neck. My skin is hot and tight with frenzied desire.
“I need you. Right fucking now.”
“Yes. Now. Please, Eli.” I grip his hard-as-stone cock over his dress slacks, and it jerks in my palms. I love how his body responds to my touch.
Eli tears himself away from me, and I miss the heat of his body immediately. He drags the dress rack away from the wall. “Hold on.”
I do as I’m told.
“Such a good wife,” he praises.
My thighs clench as the ache in my pussy grows heavy. I’m so incredibly wet and ready as Eli falls to his knees.
His ocean eyes are twin flames as he looks up at me from his kneeling position. “I’m so fucking hard for you, but I need the taste of your pussy on my tongue before I fuck you.”
He gathers the fabric of my gown in one hand and bunches it at my waist. He runs his fingers over the fabric covering my slit.
“I really want to take my time, but we have guests, and I’m way too hungry for your sweet cunt. So I’m going to be quick.”
“I just want you, however you want me. Make me your wife.” I spread my legs wide and bite my lip. He hasn’t looked down, and the anticipation of what he’ll find when he does, has me on edge.
“As you wish.” His eyes fall to the apex of my thighs, and he inhales sharply, finally finding his surprise. “Holy fucking shit.”
Under my dress, I’m wearing a new pair of cheeky white-lace panties. Embroidered in blue, right above my pussy, are the words, Mrs. Miller. A gift, and my something blue, from Rylann.
“This has got to be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” He reverently caresses the raised stitching with his thumb as he looks up at me in awe. “I’m leaving these sexy panties on while I eat and fuck your pretty pussy. I love seeing my name on your body. You’re fucking mine, wife.”
“Yours. Forever, my husband.”
