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My cock went rock hard. I’d underestimated what seeing her in bridal lingerie would do to me and all my hope of lasting more than a minute vanished.
I took her half-empty glass and set it aside. My hands were on my shirt, tearing down the buttons, and on my belt. My clothes hit the ground and I picked her up in my arms.
A soft gasp escaped her mouth. Her pupils were wide and her lower lip was swollen from being bitten. I laid her on her back and knelt between her spread thighs to tug her panties to the side.
My wife’s pussy—my God, it felt so good to say that—was the prettiest thing I’d ever laid eyes on. Naked and glistening with sweet arousal. Head empty and cock throbbing, I bent and buried my face in it.
She tasted like my woman. Sweet like ripe oranges, salty like her sweat, and musky like pure arousal. Her hips worked and her fingers tangled in my hair. Time felt like it was slipping through my fingers like water and I didn’t care. I was in heaven.
She came hard and there was no shame afterwards. Just wide, sparkling eyes and panting breaths. I made her come again, this time around my fingers, and one more time with her soft, little pussy on my face and her thighs tight on either side of my head.
I would have kept going if she’d let me. Finally, panting and soaked, she pushed my head up and pulled me up to kiss my mouth. Our tongues collided and I drew back just enough to spit past her lips. Letting her taste how sweet she was.
“Little drunk, princess?” I asked.
She giggled. “Let’s announce our marriage.”
My brow shot up. “How do you propose we do that?”
Her lips curved and she wriggled beneath me until I slid aside. “Give me my phone. Do you still have it?”
“I was just about to give it back to you,” I said, leaning over and pulling it from the suitcase. I dropped it in her lap. “We’ll talk about privacy and boundaries to keep us both safe later. Don’t post anything until then.”
She bit her lip. What was that mischievous little glint in her eyes? She snatched the phone and swiped the screen.
“Oh my God, I have literally millions of notifications,” she groaned. “And my email is flooded.”
“Who cares?” I said, falling back on the pillows. “Tonight is about us.”
She took her champagne off the bedside table and drained it. “Take a picture with me,” she demanded.
I snatched her around the waist, pulling her back against my chest. She tilted her camera up and smiled the most beautiful, drunk, euphoric smile. I slid my arms and the comforter up to cover her breasts fully. My hand rested at the base of her throat. I buried my face in her neck and I heard her take the photo. Our first photograph together, as a married couple.
“God, you smell so fucking good,” I murmured.
She wriggled. “I’m going to post it,” she teased.
She turned the camera around, flashing what was clearly a post-sex photo of us. In the background was the rumpled bed, the hotel window, and the city skyline.
Wait a minute.
That was clearly a drunk picture, we both looked like we’d been dancing and drinking for hours. We looked reckless and we glowed like we’d just fucked each other’s brains out.
“Post it,” I said.
Her brow crooked. “Huh?”
“Post it, it’s perfect,” I said. “Caption it with something like…something about how you made a mistake, but it’s a good mistake.”
She bit her lip, sobering a little. “Really? It’s kind of racy.”
“I know,” I said. “It’s a mistake to post it, but you need to.”
“Oh, it’s evidence,” she said. “Okay, okay, let me see.”
Her fingers flew over the keyboard. There was a faint bloop and she flipped the phone around with a triumphant grin on her face. Almost at once, her notifications turned red. My eyes darted down to the caption and I couldn’t keep back a snort of laughter.
Just met and just married!!!
