15. Oliver
15
OLIVER
H ailey’s eyes gleam with blazing interest, while I’m a man with a desire within that’s roaring to come out.
Her attempt to end our intimacy failed. I would have followed if it was what she truly wanted, but I saw through her. She is scared that we will mess up any potential that we might have for more. But that theory gets pushed away by my current need.
I take one step and then one more. “Dress off,” I demand with a firm voice.
The dress is a problem for many reasons. Besides being the perfect fit that accentuates every slope of her body that I plan to draw on with my tongue, but the dress is white. Wedding dresses are white. I’ve imagined her always in a dress that she would have spent hours picking out, with a veil, something long, too. I’d be a fool to think that she didn’t have a dream wedding somewhere in her head.
But the main problem of a white dress? It reminds me that I married Hailey today, because something inside of me stirred and I asked her to be mine.
Now I have a wife.
I meant what I said the other day. Once I finally cross a line that I’ve been desperate to cross, then there is no going back, and I go all in. That’s probably why I’ve never touched her; I knew it would unleash me. A decision not to stop with whatever we started the other week was the tipping point. Marriage, however, shouldn’t have been on my radar. It’s full speed ahead, even for me.
Yet here I am with a beautiful wife.
Pushing away all logic in a situation that I suggested, with indescribable reason as to why I didn’t backtrack.
Nonetheless, I kind of want to rip that dress to shreds. Naked or not, Hailey is gorgeous, and naming her my wife doesn’t sound bad at all.
Call me traditional but her listening to her husband is how this is all going to go right now.
A sultry smirk ghosts her face as she slides her fingers underneath the straps that are already loose below the curve of her shoulders. She slowly drags one strap off and then the other, until the dress pools on my floor by her feet and she’s left wearing only white lace panties.
White.
That color is beginning to taunt me as a memento of today, which to most is kind of fucked up for normal standards, and I treated today like a normal day at the office.
Until I said I do.
A sudden possessiveness and twist of satisfaction that I get to be her husband briskly breezes through me. Surely, it’s because I care for her, always have, and even when she makes no effort, she’s always painfully beautiful.
And now she’s unconventionally my wife.
With our eyes not breaking contact, she steps out of the dress, waiting for further instruction.
I grip her arms and turn her to press her back against my front in a flash, causing her to release a quiet yelp.
“You’ll listen like the good wife that you are,” I whisper heavily into her ear, and her body sinks into my touch.
“Yes, Husband.” I hear the smug smirk in her voice because she’s playing along.
But I’m not playing a game right now.
I widen my stance, encouraging her to wobble forward as I keep our bodies glued. Her legs touch the foot of the bed, and I nudge her calf, causing her knees to drop onto the mattress. She is now on all fours.
Planting one palm splayed down by her belly button, my other hand cups her breast to fondle, and her nipples are hard as pebbles. She draws in an audible breath from the touch.
“I wonder if you’re needy in a different way now,” I say against the back of her neck, causing her head to ease down.
“Oliver,” she softly grits out.
Abandoning her nipple that I twist once, I skate my fingers up to gingerly brush her hair to the side, and my lips feather kisses down the curve of her shoulder. “Is that a yes, Husband, I want your cock even more?”
I half-circle around her head and kiss her because she meets me halfway. It’s a firm kiss, and her tongue delves into my mouth for our tongues to duel. I don’t waste a second as soon as our kiss breaks.
I slide my palm down her belly to let her panties glove my hand, allowing my fingers to swipe along her pussy, surprised at the way her juices coat my skin.
“Ahh, so you do want me even more. You’re soaking,” I rasp. I guide her up to her knees, bringing her back against my front. My other hand returns to her breast, and I have her still firm in my grasp with her breath thick with pleasure.
Circling her clit, she attempts to find stability and touches the sides of my body. “Tsk-tsk, Wifey. Those arms need to be up and circled around my neck.” She doesn’t hesitate, and the moment her arms wrap around me, her body elongates, making it even easier to drive her crazy.
I slip one finger inside of her, and she squeezes instantly around my flesh.
“That feels too good,” she hums. “More.”
I’m so thankful that Hailey isn’t shy in the bedroom because I keep going. Another finger and I lick and kiss her neck, and I pinch her nipple with a little extra force which causes her to yelp then moan.
“There is something about you right now that has me about to lose it.” I push her forward until she is on her hands and knees. Lowering myself, I lick her from behind over the lace of her panties with one sweep of my tongue.
“Fuck, Oliver.”
I still mid flick of my tongue. “Yes, Wife?”
“Can my husband just skip this? I need you inside me.” It’s a torturous plea.
Gently spanking her once, I dig my fingers into the skin of her ass. “I haven’t even done anything yet,” I say as I skim her panties down her thighs with urgency before pushing her back to all fours and kissing her pussy and returning to exactly where I was, this time my tongue diving inside of her to flick against her walls.
I’m completely drowning in wanting to do everything with her.
Noticing that her hands are clawing the bed, I smirk to myself with pride. “There is something about you writhing under me that’s dangerous. I might take you to the edge then stop as punishment.”
“No. Don’t do that,” she weeps and pants. “I want to come on your cock.”
With that, I lean forward and stuff my fingers into her dirty mouth, and she sucks instantly. “I want that too, but it’s our wedding night,” I taunt her.
I kiss down her back, appreciating every inch of her dewy soft skin, pausing at the bottom of her spine and feathering her skin with my lips. My fingers find home on her pussy again, and I can’t help but tilt my head to examine her. “Hailey, you’re glistening wet.”
“Isn’t that how I’m supposed to be on my wedding night?” she coyly reminds me.
Taking hold of her hips, I flip her body so she’s on her back staring straight into me. Her eyes are hazy with lust, and I’m beginning to wonder if we should really be playing this game of wedding night. It’s roleplay, isn’t it?
But fuck it. I’m going to reap every second of getting to call her my wife.
She nibbles on the tip of her finger with a lazy smile painted on her lips, watching me as I strip naked from any clothes that I still have on. I’m between her legs in no time, abruptly shackling her one arm above her head against the mattress. She reaches between us to stroke my cock, and my eyes close for a second, only to see her soft eyes speaking to me in a silent language.
Her body rocks up and rolls against my length as we slow our pursuit of exploring each other’s bodies. Our lips chase one another, tracing an unknown path.
Something inside of me ignites, and suddenly, my wish to fuck her senseless is replaced with a tenderness that is confusing.
I hover over her and rest on my forearms against the mattress to frame her face. She attempts to kiss me while I settle between her legs that she butterflies out. I trail my mouth down to the base of her throat and feel her pulse pounding.
“Oliver,” she begs, her words scraping from her throat.
“Shh,” I tell her in a long hush as my lips drag until I latch onto a nipple. Both nipples get the attention they deserve as I take my time.
But I feel the tip of my cock press against her center and gravitating toward entering her drenched pussy.
She guides me straight into her, and we sync on the first thrust, with her mouth softly biting into my arm causing me to let go of her breast.
I start slowly but speed us up, with Hailey breathing into my neck. Our bodies mold as we move together, and our kisses are randomly placed.
Her moan is a driving force for me to begin to slam inside her, filling her to the hilt. I do this for a bit then rise slightly on my knees when I pull out, to enable me to hook my arms under her knees to jolt her forward. Lifting her legs while I lean in, I kiss her ankle, her calf, her knee, working my way up until I reach her apex and align my cock with her, entering with a reverence that surprises me.
“Deep. That’s how I’m going to fuck you, until you’re filled up with your husband’s cum.”
Her jaw hangs low in fake surprise from my choice of words, but then she smirks to herself, her hands attempting to paw my stomach. I hold onto one of her bent legs to keep her wide, but I bring my other hand down to interlace with hers.
Perhaps this is the best way to fuck your wife. Blunt thrusts but holding her hand?
I can’t help it, and I quickly scoop my head down to capture her welcoming lips for a kiss before returning to my position to ensure we both burst from pleasure.
I still just as she murmurs and clamps around my cock, bringing her fingers to her clit. “That’s it. I’m giving you what you wanted. You can come all over my cock now.”
She nearly screams as her body thrashes and her pussy convulses.
I don’t wait, I pick up my speed and chase her orgasm until reaching my own, and I empty into her.
My vision is blurred and the room is spinning, but still I manage to see that our hands didn’t let go.
We’re still connected when I leave her warmth and collapse on the bed next to her.
I also notice that we both still have rings on.
Hailey lies naked on the middle of the bed on top of the sheets. Propped on her elbow, she watches me as I emerge from the bathroom. Her closed mouth is slanted to the side due to approval of how this night is going.
“I mean, I guess we’re following the tradition of fucking like crazy on your wedding night, even if this wedding is, well…” Her brows furrow. “Something different.”
I scoff to myself, as that is some way of putting it. Joining her on the bed, she instantly swirls the back of her fingers along my torso.
“I’ll walk home in the morning if that’s okay?”
Glancing to her, taken aback, I realize she is almost checking with me about our rules.
My hand covers hers. “Did you seriously just ask if it’s okay to spend the night?” I want to laugh.
She instantly pinches me and grins. “I don’t know. I mean, we’re not living together.”
“I didn’t mind that we spent the night together the other night.”
“Before we got married.”
Now I chuckle to myself. “On paper… and possibly when I want to fuck you into another galaxy.”
Hailey sighs. “Very true on both counts.” She turns onto her side to stare at me. “You know, since I’ve known you, sometimes you’re quiet. But in the bedroom…” She clucks her tongue. “You’re a dark horse that is even better than the dirty dreams I’ve always had about you.”
I nod slowly to myself, getting an ego boost if I’m honest. “Lucky you then.”
“Indeed. But I’m also lucky or crazy that I’ve agreed to your out-of-this-world plan that now has me with a ring.” Her lips roll in and her cheeks tighten because she wants to smile, and it might be so damn big that my not-so-shy wife may blush.
“Trust me, this is a surprise turn of events, but I meant what I said. Once I cross a line, then things just…”
“What?” She’s melodramatic. “You have ex-wives because you’ve crossed lines before and things just…?”
I roll my eyes and shift to my side, taking hold of her leg to swing over my hip. “Ha-ha. Crossing this line is new, so we’re going to have to just roll with this situation.”
Her eyes strike to mine but there is something peculiar in the gleam. What is it?
“Oliver, really.” Her voice is serious. “It’s because of your insanity that I have a real chance in opening the preschool. But what happens if the time comes and poof.” She gestures with her hands. “What if I play the part of the best wife possible, the kind that you never want to let go of, even if I decide that’s what I want in the end?”
Oh.
Yeah, right.
This marriage thing is for convenience.
This isn’t the clear-cut version of marriage. Not quite fake nor real. I wonder what she would give if I had gotten on one knee and promised a long future with kids, two dogs, and the best safe bagel cutter there is?
Instead, I skipped a few steps.
Maybe it’s possible that we can grow into a marriage that could be…
No. I need to focus on the present.
“What is the wife version of Hailey like?”
“This is a preview of… hmm, a wife in training? Nah, huh, I’m not sure.” She smiles widely. “But wife-me is someone who cares a lot and hopes you kiss me right now. We don’t have any champagne, so strong kisses will have to do.”
It’s her who initiates the kiss. A cementing kiss that won’t let me go. The kind of kiss that roots me down.
Because we’re just going with the moment, and right now, it’s just Hailey and me in our own little world.