Gently grasping her chin, my lips caress hers in a soft kiss. “Making you happy is now my life’s work, Mrs. Gallant.” It’s the first time I’ve called her that, and I love how it sounds. From the little sigh she makes, I’d say she does, too.
I’m tempted to leave the stockings and garter on, but I’d rather have her naked against me. After quickly stripping her, I lay her on the rose petals. Naked Emma, stretched out on top of the flowers, takes my breath away.
Once I’ve shrugged out of my suit jacket, I rip open my shirt, not giving a fuck that the buttons go flying across the room. My pants and boxers come down together as I kick off my shoes. Men’s clothes are so much more practical. I probably should have done a sexy striptease for her, but the way her gaze tracks my hands as I undress lets me know she’s still enjoying the show.
I feel like a wild animal stalking its prey as I crawl up from the bottom of the bed. “You’re mine, Raindrop. Mine to love, to take care of, and to breed. No more condoms. I’m going to fill you so full of my come, you’ll be pregnant by morning.”
“Breed me? We just got married, what happened to the honeymoon phase?”
“This is it—tonight—all fucking night long. If you can walk tomorrow, I didn’t do my job right.”
“Ash, maybe we should talk about babies first.”
“What do you call me in the bedroom, baby?”
“Sir, can we talk about this first?”
“No, baby. I love you, and I will take you in every way possible. We’re going to have beautiful children. I can’t wait to see a bunch of little Emmas running around. But most of all, I’m going to enjoy filling you so full of my come you will always be dripping.”
“Oh God. Why is that so sexy?” she moans.
I push her thighs apart and settle between her legs. She’s soaked and dripping. I want to eat her and fuck her pussy at the same time. Even though tonight is about romance, my Dominant side will never go away. She’ll have to get used to that.
Caging her in with my arms on either side of her head, I nip her bottom lip, then thrust my tongue into her mouth. Licking, sucking, tasting. Moaning, “Mine,” as our tongues tangle together.
“What’s your safe word, baby?”
“Hemlock.”
“Good girl. Use it if you need to and everything stops. But tonight, I need to teach you that you’re mine no matter what.”
“I’m yours, Daddy. I won’t forget.”
And there it is, said with love and submission. Finally. I’ve been waiting for her to say it, and it’s the best gift she could give me tonight.
“Say it again.”
“What? I’m yours?”
Grunting, I lean down and suck on the sensitive spot underneath her ear until it leaves a mark. “Emma…”
“Daddy. Daddy. Daddy. I’m all yours.”
My restraint is gone. So much for taking it slow and gentle. The need to ravish her outweighs everything else. With one of her pink nipples in my mouth, I suck it hard while pinching the other one. She arches up against me as I lick and nibble on her soft breasts. Moving to the other one, I give it the same attention until both nipples are hard and swollen.
“Don’t come until I say. Tell me you understand.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Eating her cunt is one of my favorite things, and tonight is no different. This is the only wedding feast I need. I suck her clit between my lips, teasing it with my tongue. Adding two fingers to her pussy, I rub her G-spot with every thrust inside. Over and over, I bring her to the edge until she’s begging for me to let her come.
“Come for me, baby. Now.”
Her mouth opens in a soundless scream as she bucks against my mouth, squirting around my fingers. Beautiful. Perfect. Mine. But I can’t wait another second to be buried deep in my wife. My cock has been leaking for hours.
“Wife, I’m going to put a baby in you now.” It’s the only warning I give as I bury myself inside her in one deep thrust. Her cunt clenches hard around me. Her pussy is so tight it’s practically strangling my dick. It feels so fucking amazing.
“Daddy, move, please. I need…”
