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Our first dance was unusual like everything else we’ve done tonight. We danced to Ain’t Nobody by Chaka Khan and while the music was playing Savvy was singing the song to me. After that she dances with her dad and since her mom has passed away, I dance with Skai. She dances with my dad and I dance with my mother. After that it was a free for all, we danced, ate, drank, cut our cake and enjoyed the night. Eventually I looked over at Savvy and she looked ready to curl up in her chair and go to sleep.

I wave Joseph over and told him I was taking Savvy home. He looks at Savvy barely able to keep her eyes open and laughs at her, “amateur” her calls her. She responds with the middle finger. I changed clothes earlier when Savvy told me to cover up her stuff, I was so caught off guard I spit out the drink I was drinking. But I obeyed my wife’s orders and covered her stuff.

I pick her up and carry her out of the hall, once we are outside, I put her in one of the golf carts we got to transport guests and take her to the compound. When we finally make it to the house, she is already asleep. I carry her in the house to our bathroom and help her out of her clothes and into the shower. She is so dead on her feet I end up taking her makeup off and carrying her to the bed. I got in with her and laid her across my chest and we both fell asleep, no consummation tonight only sleep.

Savvy

When I wake up, I am lying across Jag’s chest, but I am his wife this time. I can’t help the smile that breaks across my face and I realize I am in almost the same position I was in the very first night we spent together.

“Give me a kiss, wife,” Jag rumbles out.

“I have dragon breath, Jag.”

“I don't care, I want a kiss right now.”

I look up at him and lean in and give him a peck on the lips.

“I’ll take that, for now,” he says. “Let’s get up, get dressed, get some breakfast and head to our honeymoon.”

“That sounds good to me”, I say.

And that is exactly what we do. Most of our guests stayed at the compound so they are there at breakfast, well more like a lunch buffet. Breakfast turns into another mini party before we know it. Before I can get wrapped up in the festivities Jag tells me we need to be leaving. I say goodbye to everyone and Jag ushers me to the cars.

“Where are we going Jag?”

“It’s a surprise woman, sit back and enjoy the trip.”

“Yeah, right,” I say.

"We make it to the airfield, but we are not flying commercial, we are boarding a jet.

“Whose jet is this Jag?” I ask.

“A friend loaned it to us as a wedding gift.”

Nice, I think as we board. I have known this man for nine months and in that time, he has not pushed to sleep with me although on several occasions we have come close. He has always pulled back. We’re married now though and ok last night I was in no condition to do anything other than sleep. We didn’t make it to the house until damn near six am. But it is just us on this jet for the most part so what is he waiting on?

And on cue as if he can hear my thoughts, he leans over in his chair and says, “When I finally fuck you, we will need time because once will not be enough and a few hours damn sure isn’t enough time for all I have planned for that delicious body.”

I swear I am having a hot flash as the heat from his words light up every inch of my body.

“Go to sleep baby, we’ll be there soon.”

* * *

When I wake up, we are being served a late lunch by the flight staff I didn’t even realize were on the plane. Lunch was amazing, Jag pulled me into his lap as we talked about our wedding and how amazing it turned out.

“How much longer Jag?”

“Impatient hatima yangu?”

“Yes, it feels like we’ve been on this plane for days.”

“Such a whiner,” he says. I just roll my eyes.

“You still aren’t gonna tell me where we are going?”

“No baby I refuse to spoil the surprise.”

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