The kiss morphed quickly into more, my hands exploring over her dress, her veil long since having been stolen by one of the cousin’s kids, probably Eliza. I lifted her up in my arms and carried her up the stairs.
“I remember the first day you came here and I showed you round.” I headed straight for our bedroom, no need for a tour this time.
“And I never left.” She laughed as I almost dropped her down onto the mattress. The bedroom was filled with clothes and make-up, this being the place where Iris and her bridesmaids had gotten ready.
“That was kind of the plan.” I pulled off my tie that had managed to outlast the day by some miracle.
Her hands lifted to undo the buttons of my shirt, pulling it away at the same time as my morning suit jacket, her eyes absorbing what she could see in the light of my body.
“I don’t think it’s going to be that easy to get your dress off.” I had no idea where to start.
Iris giggled, sitting up and turning round. “Start at the top. There’s about a hundred buttons.”
It was like opening a very well wrapped Christmas present, each button exposing more of her silky soft skin, each exposed inch kissed before the air could cool it.
I slowed it down, because there was only one first night of being married, only one time I’d get to take the wedding dress off my wife, and I was going to make sure I could remember every second of this.
“Have I told you how beautiful you are?” I guided her off the bed so we were standing and turned her round, the dress still covering her front.
“This dress - ”
“The dress has nothing to do with it.” I put my hands on the straps of her dress and moved them slowly off her shoulders, more flawless flesh on display for my eyes, the material sliding over her breasts, changed with pregnancy, changed with feeding our daughter, still as fucking gorgeous.
“You still look at me the same.” She said it was if she was surprised.
“I always will.”
She laughed, her tits moving so I had to hold them, make sure they weren’t injured. Yes, I was that puerile sometimes.
“You’re incorrigible.”
“It’s part of my charm.” I shifted myself up by kissing her neck, her collar bone, pressing her back onto the bed, her dress now on the floor, leaving her in just a tiny pair of underwear which I disposed of without lifting my head from her breast, and then I was free to explore the rest of her inches, telling her how much I loved each one, how much I loved her.
I made her come first with my head between her legs, my cock hard and angry, feeling punished because I was making him wait his turn, then I worked my way back over her, enteringher sweet cunt slowly at first, letting her get used to the size of me, letting me get used to the feel of her.
It felt different tonight. Maybe it was because we’d had a baby together, maybe it was because we were now married, or maybe because it was just how it was meant to be. Her arms wrapped round me, her eyes stayed on mine as I rocked us both to an orgasm that felt like the force of a major earthquake, but this time it put all the pieces back where they should be.
“I love you, Gulliver Holland.” Those were her first words when she caught her breath, her hand on the back of my neck, her legs still wrapped around mine. “I always will.”
“That’s good. Because I’m not going anywhere.”
“Me neither.”
We slept, somehow finding it easier than we thought without Aurora, and even managing time for round two in the early hours of the morning and again in the kitchen while we were making coffee, the dawn already there.
The other dawn arrived a couple of hours later, smiling and babbling, happy with her nana overnight but very pleased to see her mamma.
I knew how she felt.
We were both lucky.
Epilogue
AURORA
Twenty-Seven Years Later
“Any idea what’s in this box?”
