I nod. “Yes. I’m just a little nervous.”
“Me too,” he admits, stroking his thumbs along my cheeks. “But I’m going to take good care of you, Selena. You’re in safe hands.”
“I always know that.” I kiss him again before standing. “I’ll be back in a few.”
I dart into the bathroom, closing the door behind me, reaching for the bag I stashed in here earlier. I remove my dress and hang it up on the back of the door. I shimmy my panties down my legs and slip off my sandals. Then, I pull the sexy lace nightie on, staring at my glowing face in the mirror.
I inspect my hand, loving the new additions to my ring finger.
I’m married.
To the man of my dreams.
Life doesn’t get much better than this.
I smile at myself in the mirror, feeling more content and moremethan I have in a long time. And that’s all thanks to the amazing man patiently waiting outside to make love to me.
I quickly remove my makeup, clean my teeth, and take care of business. I spray some perfume on my neck and my wrists, and I give myself one final pep talk. I’m scared, but I know Keanu will make this good for me. And if I’m not enjoying it, I know he’ll stop if I ask.
But I’m determined to relax and enjoy his touch, because this is the part where my life truly begins.
And I’m going to embrace it fully.
28
Keanu
My jaw slackens when my wife walks out of the bathroom in this sexy, white lace number that clings to her delicate curves, leaving little to the imagination. Her rosy pink nipples are taut, poking through the flimsy material, causing blood to rush straight to my dick. She leans against the wall, her cheeks flushed, looking nervous as hell.
“Wow. You look so beautiful and so sexy.” I stand. “I love you, Mrs. Kennedy.”
“I love you too,” she says, giggling. “And I love hearing that. I can’t wait to change my name.”
I know lots of women like to keep their own name, and I wouldn’t have held it against Selena if she did, but I was overjoyed when she told me she had every intention of changing her name as soon as possible. I grab the small glass of champagne I poured for her, walking toward her. She’s consumed a couple glasses over the course of the night, and while I think the alcohol will help her to relax, I want her to be fully cognizant and aware of everything we do. I don’t want to make love to my wife for the first time if she’s drunk. “Let’s toast,” I say, handing her the flute while I pick up mine.
“To us,” she says, pushing off the wall and chinking her glass against mine.
“To eternal love,” I add, taking a sip as I clasp her hand and pull her over to the bed.
We sit cross-legged on the bed, facing one another. Her in her sexy nightgown. Me in only my boxers. Sipping our champagne, our knees touching, feeding each other strawberries, as we gaze into one another’s eyes. When we’re finished, I set our glasses down and gently haul her into my lap. “I love you, Selena. Thank you for agreeing to share your life with me.”
“No one has ever made me as happy as you do, K.” She drags her fingers through my hair. “No one has ever loved me as fully as you do.” She presses an open-mouthed kiss just under my jawline, and I shiver all over. “No one has ever worshiped the ground I walk on like you do.” She runs her fingers along my face. “I am going to spend the rest of my days honoring and loving you, starting with right now.”
With shaking hands, she pushes the straps of her nightie off her shoulders. The straps slide down her arms, pulling the top of her nightie down, exposing her bare chest to me.
I caress her tits, one at a time, gently kneading her soft flesh. Her nipples are like bullets against my palms, and I flick at them with my fingers in the way I know she loves. She throws her head back, moaning as she wiggles on my lap, her face drenched with desire. My cock jerks behind my boxers, eager as ever, as I lift her off me, placing her flat on her back in the center of the bed.
With slow, careful movements, I slide the nightie down the rest of the way, kissing every inch of her skin as I pull it off, leaving her totally naked, laid out before me with her hair fanning around her head, like a beautiful Aphrodite in the flesh. I yank my boxers down, kicking them away as I crawl back onto the bed, spreading her legs wide and kneeling between the apex of her thighs. “You are so beautiful, Selena.”
Her face relaxes, and the wanton look she sends my way has my cock bobbing against my stomach.
“Make love to me, Keanu. I need to feel you inside me.”
“Soon, baby. Let me get you ready first.” I take my time warming her up. Licking, kissing, and sucking every inch of soft, creamy skin. I tease her pussy with my tongue and my fingers, and when I suck hard on her clit, she falls apart underneath me, moaning as she fists the covers, her hips bucking wildly as she rides out her climax.
I can’t wait any longer, so I climb over her body, keeping myself propped up by my elbows as I kiss the shit out of her. When we break for air, I examine her face closely, looking for any signs of discomfort. But all I see is love and desire staring back at me.
I angle my hips, lining my cock up at her entrance. “You feel me, baby?” I ask, nudging her opening, and she nods, threading her fingers through my hair. “Can I make love to you?”
