“Coach Porter went all out for this wedding,” Xander says.
We both glance around at the chateau just outside of Paris that’s the setting for Coach and Abby’s wedding reception. We’re in the middle of the courtyard where the staff has set up a long dining table for the guests. It’s covered in candles and white flowers. A bunch of string lights hang above us, which pop against the darkness of the early evening sky. Soft instrumental music plays in the background as guests finish dinner.
Xander raises his glass at Coach Porter, who’s sitting at the head of the table with Abby. “You really know how to throw a romantic wedding, Coach.”
Coach cracks a smile, then looks at Abby, who beams at him.
“When you get married in France, you have to be romantic. It’s the law,” he jokes in his trademark serious tone.
Everyone chuckles. The servers deliver the coupes of champagne to everyone at the dining table.
When I see Ellie walking back over from the restroom, I can’t help but stare. She looks absolutely stunning. She’s wearing a long yellow dress with these soft ruffles down the front, and her hair is pulled back in a soft bun.
Abby stops her and stands up to hug her. They chat for a minute. Abby jokes how her dress is shinier than the lights in the venue, but Ellie tells her she loves it, how simple and sleek it is.
“The cap sleeves are so elegant,” Ellie says. “And is this satin?”
Abby nods, smiling.
“So sophisticated. You look like an Old Hollywood movie star.”
Abby blushes. I smile at how well Ellie is getting along with everyone in the group. The ladies love her. So do my teammates.
Xander elbows me. “Easy. You’re staring at your wife like you’re stalking her.”
I let out a flustered laugh. Sophie gently smacks Xander’s arm.
“Don’t give him a hard time. I think it’s sweet that he looks at Ellie that way.” Sophie quirks an eyebrow at him. “You look at me like that sometimes.”
Xander beams. “Damn right I do, gorgeous.”
He drops a kiss to her mouth. I roll my eyes and laugh, then dig into my duck confit.
A minute later, Ellie sits down next to me and we finish our dinner.
I lean over and whisper in her ear. “So have you done your homework? Did you play with yourself like I told you to?”
She bites back a smile, her full cheeks flushing red. She nods.
“How many times?”
“Three,” she says in a shy voice.
I lean closer, my lips grazing the shell of her ear. “Good girl.”
I don’t miss the way she shivers when I call her that. The skin on her chest flushes that beautiful rosy color, and her eyelids flutter.
My cock presses against the zipper of my pants.Fuck. Just seeing how flustered Ellie gets when I call her “good girl” turns me on so much.
This past week, we haven’t seen much of each other. I was busy with training and sessions with my physio and my PT. Then I volunteered at a hockey camp that the team holds for local kids.
Ellie was busy too. She’s been taking on more clients for her business. She’s gone a lot of the day to dog walk and check on some cats she’s watching in our neighborhood. Some days I didn’t get home until after she had gone to bed.
I was hoping she didn’t blow off what I told her to do. Part of me was worried that she’d be too shy or overwhelmed to masturbate on her own, but I’m happy that she’s been getting more comfortable with it.
My dick twitches just thinking about her lying in her bed, those pretty, delicate fingers playing with her pussy, making herself moan and writhe and come…
She clears her throat, her bright blue gaze focusing on my mouth. “I, um, thought about what I want to do next with you.”
