Our small circle erupts in cheers and I hear my brother shout out “About time!”
“You may kiss the bride,” the officiant announces.
“Don’t have to tell me twice,” I mutter as I move closer to Rory.
She meets me halfway, just as eager as I am to seal our union. The world around us fades to black, and there’s only the two of us. We did it. Our love story is end goals, as the high school kids tell us. Whatever we are, we’re married, and I get to spend the rest of my life with this incredible woman.
* * *
Walking down the hallway,hand in hand, Rory’s sandals make that flip-flop sound which seems to echo in the silence. We get to the suite door and I pull out the key card, waving it over the access pad.
“Mrs. Nash?” I lift Rory into my arms bridal style as she wraps her hands loosely around my neck.
“Have I ever told you that your old-fashioned charm is one of my favorite things about you? I used to think you were a perfect gentleman, and then I got to know you.”
“I don’t think any sixteen-year-old has ever described someone as the perfect gentleman.”
“You know what I mean.”
I sit her down on the edge of the bed and stare down at her.
“You said you used to think I was the perfect gentleman. Do you not believe that anymore?”
Rory’s eyes snap to my crotch. Yes, I’m hard, yes it’s noticeable. When she looks back at me, she smirks.
“Nope. Now I know you’re just a horn dog.”
“Lucky for you, I can be both.”
My mouth crashes onto hers, and I devour her. The taste of wine still lingers on her tongue. Rory’s hands grip my shirt as she lays flat on the bed. Caged between my arms, I nip her lip, then her jaw, before working my way down.
“Did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight?”
“About a million times.” She sucks in a breath as I bite her nipple through her dress.
“Make it a million and one.” The palms of my hands graze up her thigh in search of the panties I need to remove. But there are none. “Rory?”
“Hmm?” She looks at me, her pupils blown out.
“Have you not been wearing panties this whole time?”
“My dress is too tight. I didn’t want to have panty lines.”
I slip a finger deep inside her core while the other unzips my shorts. She arches her back off the bed and lets out the sexiest moan.
“All I want to do is bury myself in you.” My finger hooks and her walls grip down on me.
“Make love to me, Jackson.”
With her permission, I slide home. Her warmth surrounds me, and I close my eyes, savoring how good she feels. I will never grow tired of this woman. With her legs wrapped around my waist, she pulls me closer to her. The pad of my thumb rubs her clit, and I watch as she grows closer and closer to her release.
“Jackson!” she cries out.
“Come for me, Mrs. Nash. I want to watch my beautiful wife come again and again.”
Increasing my speed, I pump in and out, just the way she likes it. This rhythm gets her there almost every time. Her legs start to shake, and I watch as her eyes roll back in her head. At the first sign of her orgasm, I grip her hips and increase my speed, chasing my own release. Grunting and moaning, the two of us explode together.
Collapsing on the bed, I lay next to Rory. My knuckle drags across her pouty lower lip. This woman has been my center of gravity for the past decade and a half, and now I get to spend every day with her by my side.
“I love you, Aurora Nash. Forever.”
She turns her head to the side and smiles.
“I love you too, Jackson Nash. Forever.”
