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“The thanks I get is when I see the groom’s face at the end of the aisle.” She smiles. “It’s my favorite part of weddings.”
When I watch those videos on YouTube, they’re my favorite part too, and I can’t wait to see what Mason’s reaction is to me.
“Alright, lady.” She pulls my veil over my face. “Let’s get you married.”
With a gentle hand, my dad pulls me to the edge of the aisle that’s been set up for the night in their yard. A plain white runner leads to where the ceremony will take place. Glancing down at my shoes, I take a moment to gather my breath. I inhale, exhale, and vow to myself I will never forget what this feels like.
Then I lift my head, look down the aisle, and stare directly into the eyes of the man I’ve come to love more than life itself, and as his gaze meets mine, the tears are almost instantaneous. I know without a doubt, this is the best decision I have ever made.
“Let’s go, Dad, I have a groom you need to give me to.”
I can feel him look over at me, but my eyes never leave Mason’s, not once as we make our way down the aisle.
Menace
My Rina is the most beautiful bride I’ve ever seen. Not that I’ve seen a lot, but all of them pale in comparison to how she looks coming down the aisle toward me on her father’s arm. I’d had to fight back tears when I’d first seen her, gripping my hands in front of me tightly, hanging on to whatever I could in order not to let the emotions spill out from me in front of the fifty guests we invited to the wedding.
“Dad, she looks amazing,” Caleb whispers to me from where he stands as my best man.
“She’s gorgeous,” I answer back to him, my eyes never leaving her. So breathtaking I almost can’t get air into my lungs.
Like a lot of things that have happened since she came into my life, I pinch myself, not sure I deserve it. Not at all sure I deserve the look of adoration she’s giving me as she floats down the aisle toward where Caleb and I stand.
When her dad gives her hand over to me, I can’t help but talk to her before we turn to face the preacher. “You look amazing.”
“Not so bad yourself, big guy.” She smirks, looking me up and down in the tux I wear.
Given the way she’s eating me up with her eyes, maybe I’ll need to dress like this more often during the marriage.
The ceremony is a blur. I know we exchange rings and repeat vows, but I can’t tear my eyes away from her. Can’t help but glance down at the neckline of the dress she wears, showing the upper swell of her breasts, can’t wait to take it off her and see what kind of lingerie she’s got covering herself underneath. There’s a primal part of me that can’t wait to claim my wife.
“Do you Karina, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?”
Those words bring me back to the present, they remind me that we have an audience, and me standing in front of a group of people with a hard-on is probably not the best thing for me to do right now.
“Do you, Mason, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?”
“I do,” I answer, the same way she had.
I let my eyes eat her up; don’t hold back the desire I’m feeling from her, let her see all of it exposed. She’s licking her lips, knowing what that does to me. And when we’re pronounced husband and wife and I’m fucking finally told I can kiss her, I crush her body to mine. The kiss is borderline inappropriate, but I’ve spent a lot of years of my life waiting for something like this to happen. If anyone deserves to do something inappropriate, it’s me.
She takes the hand I hold out for her, and together we walk down the aisle as Caleb and Violet follow behind us. We try to get a moment alone, but immediately we’re waylaid by different family members and then photographers want pictures.
It’s an hour later, when we’re finally getting into a limo taking us to the restaurant where we’re having a reception.
“Finally got you alone.” I pull her into my arms, planning on disrupting the careful up-do her hair is in, planning on smearing the lipstick she wears. Karina is never this put-together and it kind of unnerves me to see her this way.
“I never thought it would happen.” She willingly comes to me, straddling my lap as she situates herself. “God, you look good.” She runs her hands up my white tuxedo shirt.
“Me?” I move the skirt of her dress away, unzip my pants, and press up into her. “Do you feel what I’ve been dealing with since I saw you walk down the aisle? You know how hard it was to keep this shit contained for pictures? You think I want someone to ask us in twenty years why grandpa has a tent in the front of his tuxedo pants in the wedding pictures?”
“Yeah, well.” She reaches up, pulling down the front of her dress, easing up on her knees so that her nipples are at mouth level. “Thank God for padded bras because these would have given me away quicker than your hard cock would have.”
I see what she’s talking about when I glance at the skin she’s just exposed. Her nipples are hard, pulled taut and tight against the flesh, pointing out at attention, seeming to beg for it.
“And this,” she adds as she sneaks a hand under her skirt, when she pulls it back out, I can see the moisture glistening on her two fingers. Feeling depraved and wanting to make a memory neither one of us will ever forget, I grab hold of her wrist and move her hand to where her nipple is still peaked.
“Touch it, Rina, rub your juices all over it,” my quiet voice is a command. One I don’t think she can refuse, even if she wanted to.
