I nod rapidly. Thank God Lily took my veil off back at the farm, so we don’t have to contend with that. My hair is loose as well, so as soon as I turn in his arms, Hunter brushes the long strands over one shoulder and gets started on the buttons.
“Babe. Next time, pick something with less buttons,” he huffs, his fingers clumsily working their way down.
I grin, even though he can’t see me. “There’s not going tobea next time. I’m Mrs. Callaghan for life.”
Hunter’s hands still for a beat. “Fucking right.” His lips find the bare skin of my neck as he gently nips at me. “Mine.”
Finally, he’s finished, and I can slip off the lacy sleeves and let the fabric fall to the floor. I turn as I step out of it, wearing only my pale blue lingerie. “Do you like mysomething blue?” I ask, running my hands down my sides.
I see the bob of his Adam’s apple as Hunter swallows. “You’re stunning, Kitty Kat. Absolutely, breathtakingly stunning.”
What’s a girl to say tothat?
I choose action instead, stepping back until I feel the bed behind me. Crooking my finger at him, I sit down.
He manages to get his tie off and flung to the ground, as well as the top three buttons of his white shirt undone before my hands can reach the belt around his waist.
“God, Kat,” he groans. “I still feel like I’m dreaming.”
His pants are open and my hand is wrapped around his already hardening cock before I gaze up at him. “How can I prove to you this is no dream. This is our life together. Starting right now.”
I can see his chest rising and falling rapidly as he stares back down at me, his fingers still frozen in the middle of unbuttoning his shirt. “Never stop loving me.”
“Never.”
Leaning in, I take him in my mouth, sliding as far down his length as I can before pulling back off with a swirl of my tongue over the tip. In the background, I hear a faint rip; I guess he got tired of dealing with the shirt buttons. Then his hands are in my hair, tangling it around his fist as he guides me on and off him.
“Fuck, yes. Kitty Kat, you’re an angel. You’re my everything. Goddamnit, babe. You feel so fucking good. Jesus. My wife is sucking my cock. Holy hell.”
His endless words get progressively dirtier and I grow increasingly wetter until I can’t stand it anymore. Keeping one hand wrapped around the base of his cock, I move my other toward my aching core, but Hunter’s hand grabs my wrist.
“No way, babe. That pussy is mine.” He gently pulls back, and I release him from my mouth with a small whimper.
“I wasn’t finished,” I rasp, but I’m not really complaining. Not when I suspect Hunter has a more mutually beneficial plan in mind.
Sure enough, he gives me no warning before lifting me up and placing me on the pillows. “I’ll never be finished with you, Kitty Kat. Right now, you need to come for me. Once, maybe twice. Then we can discuss you finishing what you started.”
My lace thong is pulled down my legs, and then Hunter’s tongue is sweeping up my slit before I can even say his name. I tunnel my fingers into his hair as my body starts to tingle with the first of what I assume will be many orgasms.
“Oh my God, Hunter,” I manage to squeak out. But then he slides two fingers into my pulsating core and my hips arch off the bed. “God, yes!”
I seriously hope there’s no one in the room next to us because there’s no holding back my screams as I fall off the edge of bliss.
“Another.”
I look down at Hunter, even as my pulse is still racing. “Wh-what?” My tongue darts out to moisten my lips as my new husband gives me a wickedly dirty smirk.
“I said, another.”
The lock of hair that is always flopping down over his forehead tickles my pubic bone as he returns his focus to my clit, sucking and licking, his fingers slipping and sliding in and out of me.
My legs lock tight around his head, shaking already as he swirls circles with his tongue. Vaguely, I realize I’m chanting his name rather loudly, but yet again, I can’t bring myself to care as tremors rack my body from the orgasm Hunter pulls out of me.
At some point, my eyes must have shut, because when they slowly open, my vision is filled with a smiling Hunter, love radiating from him. I become aware of the feel of his hand slowly tracing circles on my bare stomach, and the scratch of the hair on his legs draped over mine.
“Hey there, wifey. Feelin’ good?” he quips, and I can tell he’s fighting back a laugh. “Thought I lost you to orgasm oblivion for a second.”
My tongue darts out to lick my lips and his eyes zero in on it. “I think you did, to be honest.”
