“We'll have a brief honeymoon,” Re said. “We can go on another if history isn't fixed.”
“All right,” I agreed.
“Now, let's get you into your gown,” Re declared.
“You bought me a wedding dress?” I asked in surprise.
“I wasn't expecting you to walk down the aisle in that.” He looked down at my simple dress. “Although, you do look lovely, La-la.”
“Thank you.” I grimaced. “All right; show me the dress. I just hope it fits.”
“I have a very good eye for sizes,” Re said with a smirk.
“He means that he's very familiar with women's bodies,” Trevor translated.
“Yes; I got that,” I said dryly to Trevor.
Re cast Trevor an irritated look as he went to a wall and pushed against it. A panel slid open to reveal a hidden wardrobe. From this wardrobe, Re pulled out a garment bag full of pale fabric. He unzipped the bag and slid out a slinky, silk dress. I lifted my brows as he brought it over to me.
“That's a bit sexy for a wedding,” I noted.
“It's very elegant,” Re protested. “You'll see when you put it on.”
Re handed me the dress and went back to the wardrobe. There was a set of drawers beneath the clothes rack; he opened one and pulled out some sexy lingerie. I was still just standing there—holding the wedding dress—when Re returned to me with the underwear.
“Trevor, could you take the gown from her?” Re asked. “She seems to have forgotten how to undress.”
Trevor chuckled as he took the gown and stood aside. Re laid the scraps of silk on his bed and then came back to me with a sensuous smile. He held my gaze as he pulled up my dress and lifted it slowly off my body. Re tossed the dress aside, and then his hands coasted down; over my breasts and then around to the back of my bra. Re undid the clasp and then eased the bra off my shoulders; slowly easing it off me.
“If you keep doing shit like that, we're never going to make it downstairs,” Trevor said. “I'm barely holding on here, Re.”
“Sorry.” Re gave me a look that clearly said he wasn't sorry, and then he crouched to pull down my panties.
I held Re's shoulder as I stepped out of my underwear, and he looked up; placing his face right before my sex. Re leaned forward and gently nuzzled me before he stood.
Trevor groaned and turned away; setting my gown on the bed as he did. “I can't watch; I'm going back to the balcony.”
Re chuckled as he fetched my bridal lingerie. “Amateur.”
“Just give me the underwear.” I rolled my eyes.
“Uh-uh,” Re tsked me. “You had your chance. Now that the wolf is gone, I can take my time.”
“As if you weren't already?” I huffed.
Re came up behind me and angled his arms before me; lifting the bra. I slid my arms through the straps, and he pulled them over my shoulders before he fastened the back.
“Bend over, La-la,” he purred.
“What?”
“We have to properly adjust your breasts,” he said innocently. “Don't you know how to put on a bra?”
“Yeah; it's kind of self-explanatory.”
“Alas; it is not,” Re said. “You must bend over like this.” He pushed me over gently; his hands moving slowly but firmly over my back. “And then your breasts will fall forward into proper position within the cups.” He leaned over me and moved his hands around my sides and over my breasts. “They sometimes need a little help,” he whispered into my ear.
Re's hands began massaging me as he lifted my breasts. But damn if they didn't settle more fully into the bra. He tweaked my nipples before he lifted us together.
