“What do you need?” He asked me with an intensity in his eyes that wrecked me.
“All I need is you.” I whispered.
He kissed me then, none of that polite stuff he’d given me upstairs. He pulled me into his erection, bruised my lips with his, and held me by the back of my neck. I swayed on my feet and he caught me effortlessly.
I tried to climb him, because I needed him that badly. He lifted me, and backed me into the wall where we groped, kissed, fondled, moaned, and set free the desire that we’d been holding back. Dez was about to enter me when we heard a throat clearing.
We turned to see Gianna standing at the end of the hall.
“You better have a good goddamn reason for interrupting us.” Dez barked.
“All the guests are waiting for you. You look like ten minutes would never be enough, so my suggestion is that you get through the necessary parts and then we can get you out of the reception sooner. Then you won’t have to worry about any interruptions at all.” She stood there with her arms crossed.
“She’s right.” I muttered. “I don’t want to rush our first time as husband and wife.”
Dez put his forehead to mine and closed his eyes. “You have no idea how bad I fucking want you right now.”
“I do. Feel me…” I took his hand and pushed it under my dress.
His eyebrows furrowed and hit bit his lip. “Fuck, sweetheart.”
“So I understand. We can do this. Let’s stay an hour and then I’m all yours. Promise.”
“Take it back.” He looked into my eyes. “Cause you’re all mine now.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Shit… You know I don’t give a fuck about seeing those people right now.” He said very seriously.
I laughed. “I do, my love. But do we really want to miss the opportunity to tell my uncle fuck you to his face?”
“Good point.” He kissed me briefly and then let my legs down. Then he fixed his clothes and straightened mine. “Let’s change and get this shit over with.”
“Yes, sir.”
We approached Gianna and when I walked inside the room to change, she stopped Dez.
“Not so fast. If you go in there, you’ll never make it out. She can get dressed in there and you can get dressed out here.” She followed me inside and grabbed his garment bag, then handed it to him. She turned my way and asked, “do you need help with anything?”
“Probably a makeup refresh.” I admitted.
“I’ll have Violet come down.” She closed the door and I heard her poking fun at Dez.
I smiled big to myself, completely smitten with my husband.
We are finally married… Now, it’s time to get on to the baby making part.
Dez
Istood in the hallway adjusting my tie for the third time, trying to get my body under control. Angelina was my wife. The thought alone was enough to keep me half-hard, but adding in the feel of her wet heat against my fingers, the way she'd tried to climb me in that hallway, the desperate need in her eyes…
"Stop thinking about it," Gianna said, appearing beside me with a knowing smirk. "I can literally see you getting worked up again."
"Shut up."
"You can survive one hour." She adjusted my pocket square with the efficiency of someone who'd been managing events her entire life. "Besides, you want to see Vincent's face when you two walk in there as husband and wife. That's worth postponing the honeymoon activities for sixty minutes."
She was right. Damn her.
