Chapter 22

I’ve been to quite a few weddings in my life. The first one was my mom’s wedding to the man she always deserved. It was great, honestly. Quiet, intimate.

Leila and Aiden’s was the complete opposite. It was huge, and expensive as fuck, and had way too many people. They had a blast, though, so that’s all that really matters.

Carter and James’s was more intimate, too, as was Lucas and Madi’s.

I might be a little biased, but I’ve got to admit, my wedding was the best one I have ever attended. Hands down.

Not only did I make sure Gabi got everything she wanted—from the venue, and the food, down to her dream dress—we invited the people who mattered the most to us. Every person who attended our wedding was someone we both loved.

It was fucking amazing. Add in the fact that I got to marry my best friend, and we’ve got a winner.

And even now, not even five-minutes into the drive back to the hotel, my wife is already trying to defile me in this limo.

Best. Wedding. Ever.

“God, you’re so hot,” she mumbles into my mouth as she unbuttons my shirt, making me groan into her mouth.

“Baby,” I murmur between kisses .

“Hmmm?”

“We’re in public,” I manage to say when she leans down and runs her tongue over the ripples of my stomach.

“We’re in a car,” she replies, continuing to unbutton my shirt.

“Which has a driver,” I try to say, my head dizzy and my body aching for her, unable to think properly when she kisses me.

“He can’t see us,” she says, working my belt off. “Or hear us.”

I groan. Highly fucking doubt that. How soundproof are these things anyway? What if he has a secret camera in here, or microphone, and is secretly recording this?

Gabi lifts her head, making my snap out of my thoughts. “Do you want your cock in my mouth or not?”

Christ.

My jaw clenches as I think over the million and one reasons why we shouldn’t be doing this, but then I look at my beautiful wife, heat swimming in her eyes and I throw it all out the window.

“Fuck it,” I say, gripping her waist before I pull her onto me, her thighs spreading open to straddle me. I curl a hand around her neck and pull her down, our lips meeting in a hot kiss as she continues to work my belt, pulling it off a second later.

Fuck, I want to feel her. My hands fumble around, attempting to lift her wedding dress that’s drowning us as she grinds down onto my cock, making me moan into her mouth. Fuck yes. I grip her waist tighter, helping her grind down onto me as her arms wrap around my neck, kissing me deep as every brush of her pussy against my cock makes me light the fuck up.

I need closer, deeper, but I don’t know where the dress starts, and where she ends. “Fuck, this is a lot of dress,” I say, trying to move it out of the way.

“Don’t rip it,” she warns, grinding down on me. “It was very expensive, and might come in handy for my next wedding.”

The teasing smile on her lips makes me narrow my eyes as I grip her waist, and flip us around, until her back is pressed against the leather seats, and I’m crowding her. “Don’t even joke about that.”

She laughs, running her hands over my hair. “I like seeing you jealous.”

“You want to drive me crazy, huh?” I ask her, parting her legs with my thigh, slowly lifting her dress until I can see her lacy white panties that pull a groan deep from my throat.

“Yes,” she gasps when I run my finger along the lacy material.

“Needy little thing,” I murmur, pulling the material to the side, until I can see her pretty pink pussy slick with juices. Completely unable to resist her, I run my finger along her pussy, before slowly thrusting it inside her. “Fuck you’re drenched,” I husk out, dying to taste her, to feel her. There isn’t enough room back here, and seeing as we’re almost at the hotel, it’d be fucking torturous to start something I couldn’t finish .

“Chris,” she gasps, tilting her head back as I crook my finger inside her, my thumb slowly rubbing circles over her sweet clit.

“You’re almost there, baby?” I ask her, slipping another finger inside her when I feel her walls tighten around my fingers.

“Yes,” she says, squeezing her eyes as she grips onto my arm. “Please,” she moans, moving her hips as my fingers reach exactly where she needs me to. Her body tightens up, her lips part and I can tell she’s about to come, when the car comes to a halt.

Her eyes snap open when I pull out of her, and they widen as she glances around the stopped car. “ No ,” she says, shaking her head. “No. I was so close.”

I smirk, unable to resist a taste as I suck my fingers into my mouth. “That’s too bad.”

Her lips part as she lets out a deep breath, and narrows her eyes at me. “You dick.”

I let out a chuckle, leaning close to her. “You want my dick, baby?” I ask, kissing her briefly.

She moans into my mouth, her fingers tangling in my hair, gripping tightly. “Chris, please,” she begs, making me fucking shiver.

“You know that hearing you beg makes me weak to my knees,” I tell her, buttoning up my shirt. “But the car’s stopped. We’re at the hotel.”

“I don’t care,” she says, attempting to unbutton my shirt again. “I want you.”

I let out a laugh, tugging her toward me, before I open the door and carry her out. “I’ll make it up to you,” I tell her, lowering her to the ground before I kiss her forehead and make her look a little less disheveled. “I promise.”

She lets out a sigh, but behaves as we check into the hotel, and before we know it, we’re pushing the door open to our hotel suite, my eyebrows lifting when I see a bunch of roses and chocolates spread out on the bed.

Gabi doesn’t seem to care about any of the fancy shit, though, because as soon as the door closes behind us, she tugs on the collar of my shirt, her eyes pinned on mine. “You said you’d make it up to me,” she reminds me, making me laugh at her eagerness.

I lift her into my arms, walk toward the bed, and drop her on the mattress, watching with a huge fucking smile as my dream woman scoots back, and throws all the shit on the bed off, clanking to the ground as she never once leaves my gaze.

When I start to lift her dress, my mouth waters at the sight, and I groan, gripping her thighs. “Fuck, Gabi. I can’t wait to be inside you.”

She lets out a heavy breath, shaking her head as she leans up on her elbows. “Not yet,” she says, spreading her legs wider on the bed. “I want your mouth first.”

Fuck. I can’t believe this is my life.

“Fucking fine by me,” I tell her, ripping off my tie before I start to unbutton my shirt, flinging it across the room a few seconds later. “I’m dying to taste my wife’s pussy.”

As soon as I’ve got my shirt off, I kick my pants off, until I’m buck naked, stroking my cock at the sight of my wife lying in bed, with her pretty little dress on. Gabi starts to attempt to shuffle out of her dress, but I stop her.

“Let me take it off,” I tell her, my voice husky from pleasure. “I want to be the one to strip you down.” I lean down, unzipping her dress—very fucking carefully considering how much this cost—and my throat tightens as the dress slips off, leaving her in a matching pair of white lacy lingerie.

I shake my head, a groan leaving my throat. “Fuck, Gabi.” I don’t waste any time before I grip her thighs apart and drop to my knees to ravage her, French kissing the drenched lacy material, hardly covering her sweet pussy.

“God,” she moans, her hand tangling in my hair. “I need closer.”

I pull back, and hook my fingers on the hem of her panties, sliding them down her legs, before placing her feet back on the bed, spreading out her legs until she’s completely bare to me, glistening, drenched, and so fucking pretty I’m about to go mad.

I can’t look at her and not want to devour that gorgeous pussy. And I do just that, shuffling on the ground, grabbing a handful of her ass in each of my hands to pull her closer to me until I kiss her pussy, soft at first, teasing, slow, fucking delicious.

“Make me come,” she begs, starting to close her thighs around my head.

She does that whenever it’s too much for her, when she’s done with the teasing and just wants to come, but she’s not getting what she wants tonight .

“I’m not rushing this, Gabi,” I tell her, pulling back an inch to spread her thighs wide open again, falling to the bed. I lean down and press the softest kiss to her inner thighs, bringing out a soft moan from her lips. “This is our first night being married,” I remind her. “I want to take every second slowly,” I say, pressing soft kisses to her thighs after every word. I know I’m driving her crazy, and the feeling is fucking mutual as my cock presses against my pants.

She groans. “I hate going slow,” she whines.

I hum against her skin, smelling how wet she is, dying for a taste of her. “Patience, baby,” I murmur. “I want to make you come over,” I say, flicking my tongue over her clit. “And over.” Another lick. “And over.” This time I wrap my lips around her clit and suck it into my mouth. “Until we both can’t take it anymore,” I say, rubbing my two middle fingers over her wetness before I thrust them inside her in one go, crooking them until she moans loudly. “And then,” I continue, crooking my fingers inside of her as I continue to tease her clit with my tongue. “I’ll slide deep inside of you, fucking you until you can’t think, or breathe, or do anything but come all over my cock.”

As soon as the words are out of my mouth, her thighs tighten around me again, and she throws her head back, letting out a loud moan, my fingers getting coated with her orgasm.

I almost grin at how easy that was, and how I’m dying to make it happen again.

“That’s it, baby. You’re going to give me one more.”

“God, you’re going to kill me,” she says on a rough moan, thrusting her hips up as I continue to lick her clit .

“Not until you come on my tongue again,” I tell her, holding her waist with one hand as I keep my fingers inside of her, and eat her pussy, kissing and sucking and licking until she’s moaning again, her legs shaking as her second orgasm of the night crashes into her.

I keep licking her, sucking on her sweet clit as she shakes, overstimulated. She tastes so fucking good. It’s hard to think of a reason to stop.

I pull away from her when she twitches one too many times, and stroke my aching hard cock at the sight of her. Eating her pussy makes me so fucking hard. Gabi’s eyes zone in on my hand working over my cock, and they burn with need as she sits on her knees, scooting toward me.

I walk toward her, slowly stroking my cock, breathless grunts leaving my throat. “Open your mouth. Show me that pretty tongue.”

She sticks her tongue out, those bright blue eyes locking with mine as I continue to stroke my cock, groaning at the sight of her. Gabi leans forward, capturing the tip of my cock in her mouth as she gives it a slow, hard suck, making my head lull back.

It isn’t long until she takes over, wrapping her fist around my cock and sucking me into her mouth, making me forget my name, age, location. I focus on the intense pleasure she’s giving me until the feeling winds up way too tight.

“Fuck,” I curse, pulling out of her mouth. “I can’t take it anymore,” I say, admitting defeat. I want inside of her. Right fucking now .

“Good,” she says with a smirk, wrapping her arms around my neck. “Neither can I.” Her lips find mine as she kisses me, dragging me onto the bed, on top of her, while I reach around to take her bra off, until she’s completely naked.

“Fuck me, Chris,” she pleads, bumping her hips up so her pussy grazes my cock.

I look down at her, seeing her cheeks flushed, and her eyes burning with need. I spread her legs open with my knee, and grab my cock in my hand, fitting it against her entrance. I run my dick along her pussy, coating myself in her wetness before I slide inside, both of us moaning as soon as I do.

“Fuck,” she gasps. “More.”

I thrust deeper inside her, letting out a groan when I’m to the hilt. “Christ, Gabi. Fuck, you feel so good, baby,” I murmur, sliding a few inches out before I thrust right back into her tight pussy. “You’re gripping me so tight.”

Her moans of pleasure make my balls wind up tight, and I lean down to kiss her, needing to be as close as physically possible. I’m inside of her body, her skin plastered against mine, her lips on mine and I still need closer.

“I love the noises you make,” she says against my lips as moan after moan leaves mine. The pleasure I feel is un-fucking-describable, and I can’t help the noises that leave me.

“I know,” I reply with a grin. “Your pussy drips whenever I moan in your ear,” I tease her, kissing her full pink lips. “So fucking wet. So tight.”

“Chris,” she yells out, her hands grabbing my ass to push me deeper inside of her, harder, faster .

“No one can hear you,” I tell her, grabbing her hands and pinning them above her head, our fingers intertwining. “It’s just us. Let it out, Gabi.”

I thrust into her until Gabi shakes underneath me, her face screwing up tight as she comes, flooding my cock.

“Shit,” I gasp, feeling her tighten around me. “I’m not going to last.”

“I don’t want you to,” she says, breathlessly. “Come inside me,” she says, her pussy fluttering around my cock. “Fill me with your cum.”

Jesus. Her filthy fucking mouth gets me every time. My cock thrusts into her one, two more times until my balls tighten up and I come inside of her, continuing slow, lazy thrusts as I empty deep inside of her.

I fall to the bed once we’ve both come down from the high and immediately pull her into me, needing to kiss her, to feel her. “Fuck,” I murmur against her lips. “I can’t wait to do that with you for the rest of our lives.”

She chuckles, reaching for my hand to intertwine our fingers together. “Hey, you have another one of my firsts.”

My lips are parted as heavy breathes leave me, and I furrow my brows, wondering what the hell she’s talking about.

She must see my confusion from my expression, because she rolls on top of me, her tits pressed against my chest and leans down to brush her lips against mine. “My first time having sex with my husband.”

I let out a laugh, and cup her face, kissing her again. “Damn right. And I’ll have all of your lasts, too, pretty girl.”