He ends up impaled on me, riding me like his life depends on it, his ringed finger clutching the space above my heart as we fall over the edge.
EPILOGUE
One year later
“That took way too long,” Caleb says, shrugging off his tux and throwing it on the ground in a heap.
I eye it and sigh, picking up the jacket and setting it on a chair.
“It was our wedding reception,” I say, and watch as Caleb rolls his eyes. He pulls me into him and kisses me roughly.
We’d decided on a winter wedding, much to Aunt Del’s delight. And it was everything I could have hoped for. It was simple, no fanfare, nothing like my family was planning on doing for Emily and me.
But in that moment, watching him walk down the aisle toward me…I was happier than I’d ever been.
“I just wanted them all to go away so I could get you alone. You made me wait two whole days before I could see you. Torture, babe. Pure torture,” Caleb says, nipping at my chin.
I smile at him, knowing what that time apart did to him. He made sure to let me know each night via text message.
But I wanted to do something a little traditional. “I wanted to see your expression as you walked down the aisle.”
“And did you get what you wanted?” he asks, linking our fingerstogether and pressing a kiss to the ring he bought. The one that matches his.
“You looked at me like you always do,” I say, and Caleb looks smug.
“Told you,” he says, licking into my mouth and moaning before pulling away. “I will always look at you like that. Get used to it. Don’t know why you thought it would be any different on our wedding day.”
He pulls my hand to his crotch, and I feel his hard cock waiting for me.
“Alright, I can’t take it anymore. Undress before I rip that suit off you,” he says, always so eager.
But I have different plans.
“How aboutyouundress and wait on the bed?”
“Nah,” he says, but I shoot him a look, and he sighs, doing as I ask. I watch him crawl on the mattress and turn around, pouting a little as I move into the bathroom.
I know what he’ll be doing as I prep myself for this. He’ll be whining and stroking himself, as impatient as ever. But he can wait.
He needs to wait.
I stare at myself in the bathroom mirror, my hands shaking slightly.
I hear a crash in the other room and sigh loudly.
“Do not break anything, your body parts included. It will ruin the night.”
I hear him laugh, but then my focus goes to other things, to working myself open for him.
For taking cock for the first time.
On our wedding night.
I’ve never been interested in doing this with anyone else, but with him…
I want to.
I want to give him all of me.
