“I do.”
“Then, by the power that’s vested in me by the state of Nevada, I pronounce you husband and wife.”
The officiant moves out of the way as I grab Penny by the waist and the back of her head, crashing her lips to mine. It’s a messy kiss filled with smiles and laughter as we pull apart and pose for a few photos.
We sign some more paperwork and it’s official. We’re married. In a matter of minutes and a few signatures we’ve tied ourselves together forever.
“What do we do next?” she asks, both of us looking at where we just signed.
“We celebrate,” I tell her, grabbing her face and kissing her roughly. “I love you,” I whisper against her lips.
“I love you too,” she says softly, with no fear or regret, only pure happiness written on her face. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen and she’s finally all mine.
33
NO REGRETS
Keepingmy hands off of her the ride back to the hotel is nearly impossible. Trying not to push her against the elevator wall and fuck her is even harder. But somehow I persevere as we speedily walk to our room.
As soon as the lock churns, we’re pushing through and I have her back against the wall in a moment. My hand tangled in her hair, preventing the back of her head from resting against the hard surface while another grips her ass.
She’s shrugging my jacket off of my shoulders and I have to move one arm at a time to get it off and immediately go back to having my hands all over her.
I pepper kisses along the side of her throat, licking and tasting and not being able to get enough.
She’s mine. She’s not going anywhere.
Her fingers are messily unbuttoning my shirt, her lips swollen from our kisses, and I can’t get enough.
“You’re my wife,” I say and she pauses, undressing me for a moment to give me a smile.
“I am.”
“I love you,” I tell her. It’s like now that I’ve said it, I can’t stop saying it. I need her to know how important and deep saying those words out loud is to me. “I’ve never said that to anyone else before.”
“I haven’t felt it with anyone else before. I love you too,” she tells me honestly, and I can’t fault her for that.
I capture her lips in another kiss as I walk backward toward the bed. Penny tugs my shirt out of my pants and works on my belt buckle while I untie her dress and push the thin straps over her shoulders. The sparkling material pulls to the floor, and she steps out of it, only wearing a nude pair of panties and her heels.
I grab her by the back of her thighs, tossing her on the bed, making her laugh as her breasts bounce and her hair pools around her head like a halo.
My fingers wrap around her ankle as I press kisses against her calf before unfastening her shoe and then moving on to the other. I bend over her body, placing a tender kiss against her covered pussy, and her hands run through my hair.
I roll the offensive material down her smooth legs and toss them to the floor as I undress myself. The carpet is riddled with our clothes when I’m finally naked and Penny scoots down the bed and I follow her, covering her body with mine.
She licks her lips and spreads her legs wide for me, making room as I grind my cock against her wet cunt before pushing into her entrance.
Her back arches, pressing her tits against my chest, and I push myself closer to her, resting enough of my weight on my elbows and my fingers tangling in her hair.
Each thrust is slow and sensual as we look at each other while she takes me. It’s like no matter how hard I try, not enough skin is touching, we aren’t close enough.
I don’t know that the reality of us being married has sunk in, but at this very moment, all that matters is us.
Her nails dig into my shoulder and she grips my ass while I fuck her, slow and deep.
“Are you going to come for me, pretty wife?” I ask, leaning down to whisper against her face, my pelvis dragging along her clit with every thrust.
Whoever said missionary isn’t a good sex position clearly never had sex like this. I’m so deep inside of her with so much skin touching, it’s like I can’t get enough.
