33. No Regrets

NO REGRETS

Keepingmy hands off of her the ride back to the hotel is nearly impossible. Trying not to push her against the elevator wall and fuck her is even harder. But somehow I persevere as we speedily walk to our room.

As soon as the lock churns, we're pushing through and I have her back against the wall in a moment. My hand tangled in her hair, preventing the back of her head from resting against the hard surface while another grips her ass.

She's shrugging my jacket off of my shoulders and I have to move one arm at a time to get it off and immediately go back to having my hands all over her.

I pepper kisses along the side of her throat, licking and tasting and not being able to get enough.

She's mine. She's not going anywhere.

Her fingers are messily unbuttoning my shirt, her lips swollen from our kisses, and I can't get enough.

"You're my wife," I say and she pauses, undressing me for a moment to give me a smile.

"I am."

"I love you," I tell her. It's like now that I've said it, I can't stop saying it. I need her to know how important and deep saying those words out loud is to me. "I've never said that to anyone else before."

"I haven't felt it with anyone else before. I love you too," she tells me honestly, and I can't fault her for that.

I capture her lips in another kiss as I walk backward toward the bed. Penny tugs my shirt out of my pants and works on my belt buckle while I untie her dress and push the thin straps over her shoulders. The sparkling material pulls to the floor, and she steps out of it, only wearing a nude pair of panties and her heels.

I grab her by the back of her thighs, tossing her on the bed, making her laugh as her breasts bounce and her hair pools around her head like a halo.

My fingers wrap around her ankle as I press kisses against her calf before unfastening her shoe and then moving on to the other. I bend over her body, placing a tender kiss against her covered pussy, and her hands run through my hair.

I roll the offensive material down her smooth legs and toss them to the floor as I undress myself. The carpet is riddled with our clothes when I'm finally naked and Penny scoots down the bed and I follow her, covering her body with mine.

She licks her lips and spreads her legs wide for me, making room as I grind my cock against her wet cunt before pushing into her entrance.

Her back arches, pressing her tits against my chest, and I push myself closer to her, resting enough of my weight on my elbows and my fingers tangling in her hair.

Each thrust is slow and sensual as we look at each other while she takes me. It's like no matter how hard I try, not enough skin is touching, we aren't close enough.

I don't know that the reality of us being married has sunk in, but at this very moment, all that matters is us.

Her nails dig into my shoulder and she grips my ass while I fuck her, slow and deep.

"Are you going to come for me, pretty wife?" I ask, leaning down to whisper against her face, my pelvis dragging along her clit with every thrust.

Whoever said missionary isn't a good sex position clearly never had sex like this. I'm so deep inside of her with so much skin touching, it's like I can't get enough.

Her hand moves from my backside, cradling the back of my head as she holds me closer to her. My heart aches, knowing she feels the same way as me. She loves me too; she wants me too; she tied herself to me without a second of remorse.

I feel so much love for the woman underneath me, I'm not even sure how to express it.

"Right there," she moans and I pick up my pace slightly, rubbing my pelvis against her clit faster.

Her moans ring out around me as her cunt grips me tightly, and she falls apart. Penny holds me tightly against her with her hands and her thighs as I fuck her through her orgasm.

I pant as my body meets hers and I reach my release, spilling my cum inside of her. We lay like that for a long moment, her cunt keeping my cock warm as I pull back and look at her face.

Nothing has ever felt like this—ever.

I think for the first time in my thirty-six years of life I finally made love to someone, and she just so happens to be my new bride.

"No regrets?"

"Not a single one," she whispers, cradling my face in her hands.

It might as well be my heart, because she has the power to destroy me like no one else ever has.

I hold my weight on her, still not pulling out and twirling a piece of her hair in my finger.

"We can wait to tell our families, but I'd like it if you moved in with me."

"Moving a floor down seems like a downgrade," she jokes. "I want to tell them. I don't want you to feel like a secret, Lincoln. I'm tired of secrets."

I lean down and kiss her softly.

"Or we could buy a house, move somewhere else, whatever you want."

"Would you mow the lawn?" she asks with a smile.

"Don't get fucking crazy now."

Her thumbs graze my cheeks, and she searches my eyes. "You're my husband."

I grin down, finally pulling out and willing my dick to harden again so I can fuck my wife another time tonight. In the meantime, I kiss down her body, with her hand in my hair as I put my mouth on my wife, wanting another orgasm out of her on our wedding night.

It'sthe last day of the trip and we have a team building excursion that was booked. Even though I'd much rather have stayed at the hotel with Penny all day.

While the bulldozer company experience was a great add on by Penny and working heavy machinery is funner then I imagined, I'm ready to have her to myself again.

There was no regrets in the morning, just my pretty wife stealing the majority of the sheets and telling me to fuck off when I tried to wake her up.

Life is good.

Half the team seems to be a little hung-over while the other half are enjoying the event that Penny set up. It's fitting being in the field that we're in, though most of us sit behind desks all day.

With brunch already out of the way, we finish up our team building exercise and it's time to tell everyone to fuck off and I'll see them in the hotel lobby tomorrow morning to head home.

I look down at my watch, and Penny glances over at me skeptically. "What do you have up your sleeve?"

The rest of the employees take a van back to the hotel while we wait in the parking lot.

"You'll see."

The white Ford Mustang convertible and another vehicle pull up into the lot. The young man smiling as he opens the front door and greets me.

"Mr. Carlson?" I nod, and he hands me the keys as he jumps into the car that was following him.

We're already a ways out of the city for the event and I thought the middle of the desert would be the perfect place for Penny to practice.

I grab her hand and put the keys in them.

"I don't know, Linc. I haven't driven in over a year." Her cheeks heat, like she's embarrassed about it.

"If you don't like it, we'll switch. But there's hardly anyone on these back roads. They're straight and usually two lanes, way different from home."

She bites her lips and nods, looking at the flashy white convertible.

"Okay," she sighs, getting into the driver's seat and moving the mirrors and making adjustments to her seat so it's just right. "Are we going anywhere in particular?"

"Nope, just drive," I tell her.

With her sunglasses in place, she starts the engine. She's nervous and hunching over the wheel like a grandma as we leave the parking lot.

"Relax," I say, reaching over and placing a hand on her thigh.

"You relax," she snaps back and I bite my lip to hold in a laugh.

"Go right."

She puts her blinker on and waits a ridiculously long amount of time to make a safe right-hand turn. She's tense for a while, but the dry desert air flings her hair around as she drives. Nerves quickly dissipate as she relaxes in her seat and we enjoy the endless scenery around us.

Eventually, she gives me the okay to put on the radio and we listen to music while she drives us with no destination in mind.

When I look over at Penny, smiling as she drives for the first time in a year, my heart feels full. We pass a sign for a truck stop and I point at it and she nods, expertly taking the exit and pulling into a parking spot.

"How'd it feel?" I ask as she turns off the engine.

"It feels like I've been holding myself back for a long time and I'm tired of it," she says, and I know she means more than just driving.

"It's just you and me, baby," I say, leaning across the console to grab her chin.

"Yeah, it's just me and you," she replies dreamily, capturing her lips with mine.

I don't know what I expected to gain from this trip, but Penny making this large of a commitment wasn't even on my radar. I grab her hand and bring it to my mouth.

"When we get home, you can pick something out," I say, kissing her ring finger.

"Are you ready for when we get home?" she asks.

"We can stay in this bubble for as long as you want, but I'd really like to introduce you as my wife to people, and that doesn't seem fair to do without our families knowing."

She nods, looking down at where I hold her fingers.

"Maybe we can tell your brothers first, and then our parents?" she suggests.

"We can do whatever you want, but we have one more day till we have to face reality. So let me take my bride into this shitty truck stop and show her off."

She grins, kissing me again as we get out and step into the largest truck stop that doubles as a bar and restaurant.

We eat peanuts, order burgers without a care in the world.

No matter what tomorrow brings, we have each other and right now, that's all that matters.