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Today is my wedding day. To Paul. My Pauly, as I’ve come to think of him. I honestly don’t know how far we would have gone in that empty storefront. Thanks to Paul, Miriam’s Place will officially open next month. I’ve asked Lavinia to help me with the baked goods as well. He took care of everything for me since I have no credit yet. He signed the lease with an option to purchase. There are even two little apartments upstairs that we’ve decided will be good rental income. I love that we are already making decisions together as a husband and wife should.
I know I accidentally started it, but his kiss set me on fire. I’ve read the books we checked out from the library and gotten quite a bit braver on my Kindle. If he had asked or even nudged me in the right direction, I would have given him everything and then some.
His family started arriving the day before yesterday. All of his Florida family came in at once, with his brothers Logan and Harry coming in with their wives from England last night. They are staying in Charleston to give us privacy tonight. Our first night as husband and wife. I’m excited and nervous. No one has ever seen my body before, at least since I was a baby. What if he doesn’t like what he sees? That thought leaves my head as I walk down the aisle toward him. He’s staring at me like he wants to devour me just as much as I want to devour him. I had enough time to find an actual wedding dress, and instead of white, I opted for a green dress.
We opted not to have anyone stand up with us. It would have been too hard for either of us to decide amongst our siblings. Instead, our witnesses are the town lawyer and judge. I don’t know them well, but Paul works with them often, being sheriff. His big tan hat makes him look so sexy. As I reach him, he takes my hand in his and pulls it to his lips, kissing it. Then we face forward, and Alton begins.
He says things, but I am so focused on Paul that I miss it until he starts to speak.
“I, Paul Benedict Reynolds, take thee, Miriam Eve Yoder, to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, I promise to love, honor, and cherish you.”
“I, Miriam Eve Yoder, take thee Paul Benedict Reynolds to be my husband. to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, I promise to love, honor, obey, and cherish you.” We put wedding bands on each other, and then we’re married. Thank God. I couldn’t do this with anyone else.
“I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss your bride.” He’s so much taller than me. His lips take mine, and I am lost in his kiss. “Please join me in congratulating Mr. & Mrs. Paul and Miriam Reynolds.” Eventually, he stops kissing me, and I miss him.
“Please join us at our house for a small reception,” Paul says to everyone in the room, who starts leaving. He then leans into me, his lips touching my ear. “Come with me, Miri,” he rasps, sending shivers down my spine. He takes my hand and leads me away from the rest of the group.
He takes me into an empty room with a dark leather theme. I am not sure what room this is or why it’s in a church, but it’s nice… and we’re alone. Married and alone. He backs me toward the arm of the couch, and I sit. He places his hands on my thighs, squeezing them, and then he spreads them apart. He steps inside and kisses me.
“Paul”? What are we doing in here?”
“I can’t wait another second to be inside you. I’ve wanted this for so long.” His hands move further up my thighs, pushing my skirt as he goes. He kneels in front of me and lifts me a little as he pulls my panties down my legs. He puts them into his pocket. Then he kisses me there. Down there. I moan, throwing my head back, and grab his shoulders. “Tell me that I can have you,” he growls, his lips and tongue torturing me. He makes me cry out, and then he’s standing between my thighs again. His hands squeeze me so tight; I know he’ll leave bruises, but I want his mark on me.
“Take what’s yours husband,” I respond, kissing him again.
He pulls off his dress shirt and hat before wrenching open his tight jeans. My mouth drops open at the sight of him. He’s so big and so hard. My mouth is watering. I want to taste him as he tasted me.
“Touch my cock, Miri. I am yours. Touch me.” Boldly I reach out and touch his cock, wrapping my fist around it. Thinking back to my books, I drag my fist up and down until he groans, and his breathing becomes shallow and more rapid. “Enough.” I immediately drop my hand from him.
“Did I hurt you?” I ask.
“No, my sweet girl. I need you now.”
“I need you too,” I say, smiling at him.
“This might hurt,” he says.
“It’s okay; I can handle it. I can handle you,” I tell him, and he pushes into me shallowly and then stops.
“Oh, fuck, Miri. You’re so damn tight. Your pussy is the only pussy I’ll ever know. I swear it. Please tell me that you ready for me.” His feral growl goes all through me.
“Only?” I ask, confused. I would have thought a worldly man like him would have been with a woman before now.
“One and only. I waited for my wife.” He says it so matter of factly. He says it like every man does this. I know they don’t; even back home, I heard rumors. No, Millersburg isn’t home anymore. Home is here, with this man.
“I waited for my husband,” I say, and he pushes into me all the way and then stops again. He’s torturing me. The pain I feel is fleeting as the feeling of being full overtakes it.
“Fuck,” he says through clenched teeth. His curse makes me happy for some reason. “So good, Miri. You feel so good wrapped around my cock.”
“You feel so good inside me. Is there more?” I ask greedily, kissing any part of his body I can reach.
“Yes,” he hisses as he begins to move within me.
Oh. My. God. This is amazing. I never want this to end.
ChapterThree
Paul
