“It’s beautiful.”
“Not as beautiful as you.” I turn back to her and crawl into bed next to her. “Now comes the real dilemma.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah.” I slide a finger under the satin strap of her dress and pull it off her shoulder. “Should I take my time with you, or should I just rail you?”
She clucks her tongue at me. “Such a tough decision!” Her hand snakes between us to cup the bulge in my slacks. “But a better question might be this: Should I let you have your way with me, or should I take a little charge first?”
My dick throbs under her touch. “What did you have in mind?”
Iris’s pupils widen as she licks her plump lips. “I think you’ve earned a little wedding head for making this such a perfect day.”
I groan and roll onto my back. “Fuck, baby, that’s hot.”
Iris shoots me a sly smile and slides off the bed. “Sit on the edge.”
“Clothes on or off?”
“Just sit.”
The commanding voice brings me to full attention, and I do as she says. My cock strains against the fabric of my pants, begging to be free, but I do my best to sit still. Iris lowers herself to her knees in front of me and licks her lips again. She looks up at me through her long lashes and maintains eye contact as she starts taking the braids out of her hair. Discarded flowers fall to the floor as she combs the plaits out with her fingers, leaving soft, silky waves.
I reach out with one hand and bury my fingers in her hair, and she bites her lip. I tug at the strands, pulling tight, and Iris gasps. I’ve learned that she digs having her hair pulled, though I know better than to get too rough. Just enough for a little sting.
When she eases down my zipper, my cock springs out.
“You little devil! Freeballing it on our wedding day, huh?”
I shrug one shoulder. “I told you it would be more comfortable without any underwear. Not my fault you chose to wear some.”
She grins up at me and licks my slit, lapping up the precum that’s seeping out. I watch with eager eyes as she works her magic, licking all along the shaft and around the head before taking my cock into her mouth and starting to suck.
I don’t know why this feels so much better now that we’re married. It’s like our bond strengthened down there on the beach, like the connection between us is so much more intense. I shudder and moan and talk her through it, telling her how beautiful she looks with my cock in her mouth, how gorgeous she is, what a good girl she is for me.
When she swallows down my first load of the night, she ends me with a flourish of her tongue that has my hips coming off the damn bed.
Not to be outdone, I help Iris off the floor and bend her over the bed, spreading her long legs. I kneel behind her and toy with the lacy thong for a moment, exposing her glistening wet cunt. I want to rip the damn thing off, but at the last second, I opt to be a gentleman. I pull the underwear down, helping her get her feet out of them before tossing the delicate panties to the side, still in one piece.
Her taste is divine, like the most heavenly ambrosia. I lap greedily at her pussy, alternating between focusing on her swollen clit and diving my tongue between her folds. Iris moans and screams, bucking her hips back against my face as she comes undone.
I don’t give her much time to recover. I ease her up onto her knees on the bed and slide two fingers inside her, pumping and stroking her through another orgasm.
“There you go, baby. Good girl. You’re almost ready for me now.”
I watch with hungry eyes as I ease my dick inside her. Iris’s pussy clamps down, creating the most amazing feeling as I push the rest of the way in. I lean forward, deepening the angle, and grab her throat gently while I bite down on her shoulder. Iris whimpers and pushes back with her hips.
“Please, Micah.Please!”
“Shh. It’s okay, baby. I’m gonna get you there. Just be patient.”
Iris gasps as I start to rock my hips. I go slow at first, but before long her moans and cries drive me into a frenzy. I pump into her with as much force as I dare. The fancy hotel bed squeaks in time with our humping as I drive her into the mattress. Over and over, until she comes with a scream and a spray that soaks the velvet cover.
“Holy fuck, Iris, that was amazing!” I stroke her back as I pull out. When my piercing brushes against her clit on the way out, she jerks.
“Sorry, baby. I know that’s sensitive right now.”
Iris pants and backs off the bed. “Shit, we’re gonna have to strip the top blankets.”
