Chapter 20
Blakely
I’m exhausted but so happy as we sit on our sofa in our new living room. We decided to rent a two-bedroom apartment in Park Slope, within walking distance of Prospect Park and a short commute into Manhattan.
There’s plenty of fresh air, pre-schools and nannies. Hopefully, by the time we’re ready for baby number two, we can move onto Long Island or New Jersey. Who knows?
We have a lot of time to decide and right now, all I want to think about is loving the man taking off his tux.
“That was a great party, wasn’t it?” I take his coat, walk into the bedroom, and hang it up in our walk-in closet.
“You were absolutely gorgeous, the most beautiful bride I’ve ever seen.” Having followed me, he grabs me by the waist, and pulls me into a hug.
We kiss and when we come up for air, I smile at the want growing in his dark eyes. “Exactly how many weddings have you been to?”
He laughs. “Point taken, Mrs. Doctor Smythe-Hyphen-Taylor.”
I punch him in the arm playfully. “I told you the hyphen would go. I just don’t want to lose patients. We agreed, right?”
“C’mere, honey.” He sits on the edge of the bed and drags me onto his lap. “I don’t care what you go by, as long as you want to share your life with me.”
I grin and take off his tie. “You mean it? How about Mrs. Bodyguard?”
“Doctor Bodyguard, you mean.” He kisses me again while I work the small buttons of his dress shirt. “Your vows really surprised me, luv. I never expected to hear the word obey. I’m not even sure I agree with it.”
“Obey. To comply with or follow the commands, restrictions, wishes, or instructions. I think I’m good with some of that. Iwillfollow your wishes, Jack, to the end of the earth, if need be. I love you that much.”
“Help please.” I struggle with the zipper at my neck and stand between Jack’s knees.
My dress opens, his hands slide to cup my lower abs as warm lips press against the small of my back. “I love you, too. How did I ever get so lucky?”
He starts to tickle my ribs and I double over. “Hee-hee. Hold on. My dress.”
“I got this.” He holds me as I step out of the beautiful silk fabric. “There we go, Mrs. Taylor.”
When I turn around, his mouth drops open. I’m guessing he likes the garter belt, thigh high stockings and heels.
“Damn.” Suddenly, he drops his briefs, his thick cock pointing toward me. Then, he tackles me onto the bed, straddles me, and keeps my hands captive over my head.
I guess I should share one of my wedding gifts. “Look under the pillow.”
He digs under the pillows and finds the white fuzzy handcuffs. “My, my, you sure Mrs. Hyphen?”
“Maybe I got a little turned on… that first time.” I blush deeply, wondering if I’m revealing too much of my fantasies.
He snaps me to the bedposts and his gorgeous eyes search mine. “Mmm. I can play, if you like.”
His hands knead my breasts as he kisses me softly. When they slide to my hair, pins pop everywhere.
“There, that’s better.” He adjusts my hair so it fans out over the pillow.
Suddenly, I want to hold him and touch him but my wrists are captured. Instead, my toe finds his hard cock and I press.
Grinning wickedly, he reaches as if to release me, then slowly takes his fingertips down my inner arms, circles my nipples, and pinches them until they grow hard. He leans over, suckles and plays while I squirm and wrap my legs around him.
Chuckling, he presses my knees into the bed and makes tiny kisses to my navel. There, he puts his mouth to my small baby bump and hugs me.
When done whispering to our child, he undoes the Velcro of my garter belt. Slowly, his fingers slide near my need but never touching. He drags my silk stocking down my leg and kisses my inner thigh and the tender area behind my knee. When he gets to my foot, he pulls off my shoe and massages my sole until I moan.
