Forever (Empire High Book 8)

Chapter 44

Friday

Matt

We said goodnight to Jacob and goodbye to all our friends. They responded by throwing more snowballs at us. Getting pelted by snowballs for our departure wasn’t exactly what I’d pictured. Weren’t you supposed to throw seeds or have sparklers or something?

Part of me wanted to stay and win this fight. But a much bigger part of me wanted to be alone with my wife.

Brooklyn and I ran hand in hand through the snow falling in Central Park.

Her laughter was the only thing I could hear in the snowy night. Walking in Central Park with her had always been one of my favorite things. But running with her through the snow in her wedding dress? Nothing was ever going to top this.

When we reached the hotel, she pulled me to a stop.

I put my hands on her hips as she put hers behind my neck. Her mittens were cold from the snow, but I barely felt it.

We just stood there, staring at each other.

“Here’s to forever,” I said and leaned down, stopping a fraction of an inch from her lips.

She stood on her tiptoes, closing the distance, and kissed me.

I pulled her hips, pressing her against me.

“Here’s to never growing up,” she said with a smile. “I think snowball fights on our anniversary should be a new tradition.”

“Then I promise to take you somewhere it’s snowing every year on our anniversary. But there’s something else that needs to be a tradition too.”

“And what is that?”

“Ravishing your body.”

She squealed as I lifted her into my arms. “What are you doing?!”

“Carrying you through the threshold.” I walked up the steps to the hotel.

The doorman opened the door and we ducked inside. The heat was on full blast and I could almost feel my nose again.

“I think that’s for our door, not the hotel door,” Brooklyn said.

“Eh, I wasn’t sure. Just wanted to be on the safe side.”

“You can put me down.” She looked up at me.

“Not a chance.”

She laughed the whole way to the check-in counter. And as I managed to balance her in my arms and grab the keycard.

I carried her to the elevator. The instrumental music seemed endless as the elevator climbed to the top floor. Brooklyn looked amazing in her dress. But I’d been waiting all day to get her out of it. The doors finally dinged and parted. I carried her to our door and swiped the keycard against the lock.

The suite was exactly what Nigel promised. The fireplace even had a roaring fire already going. I carried Brooklyn over to it and put her down on her feet. I leaned down to kiss her, but she’d already spun around.

“Oh my God.” She looked out the window at the snow falling slowly over Central Park. She turned back to me with a smile. “So this is how the other half lives, huh?”

“Baby, you’re the other half now. Better get used to it.”

She laughed and turned back to look out at the snow.

I pulled off my mittens and jacket and tossed them on the couch.

“You can see the twinkle lights on the bridge, even from all the way up here.” She pointed to our bridge in the distance.

I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her.

“Oh my God, I think I can see our friends too! Look! They’re still having a snowball fight.” She laughed.

I didn’t need to see our friends throwing snowballs right now. All I wanted was her. I slowly unzipped her jacket.

Her laughter died in her throat as I pushed her jacket off her shoulders.

I kissed the side of her neck. Her skin pebbled under my lips, but I wasn’t sure if it was because of me or the cold. “Let’s get you warmed up,” I said and pulled her in front of the fire. I peeled off her wet mittens and tossed them onto the ground.

The shadows from the fire danced across her face.

And for some reason, I felt like a teenager again. Staring at her for the first time. Desperate to make her mine. Sixteen years ago, I’d stolen her first kiss. I didn’t want to steal anything from her ever again. I wanted her to give me everything willingly. I wanted her to beg me for it.

“Tell me what you’re thinking,” I said.

“That I’ve never seen you look so handsome before.”

I reached out and trailed my fingers down the fabric between her breasts. She wasn’t wearing the rings Miller gave her tonight. She was only wearing the ones from me. I knew how hard that must have been for her. Tonight she was mine, and only mine.

“What are you thinking?” she asked.

“All I’ve been thinking about all night is how much I want to get you out of that dress. But now that we’re standing here, I kind of want you to keep it on.”

She smiled. “So you just want to stand here staring at me in my wedding dress?”

I shook my head. “No, I want my head beneath your skirt and you screaming my name.”

Her cheeks flushed. But I knew it wasn’t from the fire.

I ran my fingers lightly across one of her rosy cheeks and brushed my thumb along her lower lip.

She bit down on my thumb.

Fuck me. I pulled my thumb out of her mouth. “God I love you.” I grabbed her ass and lifted her up.

She wrapped her thighs around my waist as my teeth sunk into her lower lip. I loved when she bit me. But I liked biting her even more.

She moaned.

I kissed her hard as I moved to my knees. I did my best not to slam her back against the carpet as I set her down in front of the fire. All I wanted to do was fuck her senseless. I knew how much she loved when I was rough with her. But I was very aware of my baby growing inside of her. And tonight wasn’t about any of that. It was about savoring every inch of her.

She tried and failed to unbutton the buttons on my vest, her fingers frantic. And I knew her thoughts had been just as sinful as mine all day.

I bunched up her skirt in my fist, pushing it up her thighs. This was way too much material. Especially when I preferred her in nothing at all.

She laughed as the fabric started to fall back into place.

Well, I did say I wanted my head beneath her skirt. I ignored the fabric and pulled off her snow boots. And then I leaned down and kissed the inside of her ankle. I kissed and nipped at the skin along her shin.

“Matt,” she moaned.

But I was taking my damn time. I left a trail of kisses up the inside of her knee and thigh. I stopped right at the top of her thigh and then moved to her other ankle to repeat the whole thing over again.

She groaned in frustration.

“You know what I want,” I said and kissed her calf. “I want my wife to beg me.”

“Matthew Caldwell, fuck me right now.”

I chuckled against her skin. That was not at all what was about to happen. Maybe after I made her come with my tongue and made slow love to her in front of the fire. Yeah, definitely after those two things. I kept kissing up her thigh.

She put her hands on my shoulders, trying to pull me up.

But I wasn’t hurrying the moment. I’d already told her what I was going to do. And I always made good on a promise. I’d have her screaming my name with my head beneath her skirt soon enough.

She gave up and grabbed the sides of her white silk thong to lower it.

But I pressed my fingers along the front of it to stop her. “I like this.”

“Matt!”

She’d be saying my name a lot differently in a few minutes. I bit the top of her thong and pulled it down with my teeth. After removing her garter earlier, all I wanted to do was remove all her clothes like that. I pulled it down her thighs.

She kicked it off and then put her bare foot on my chest. “Now fuck me.”

I shook my head.

“Matt!”

“Not until I taste you.” I bunched her skirt up her waist, leaned down, and placed a long stroke along her wetness.

Her hips rose to meet my face and her fingers tangled in my hair to hold me in place. But I wasn’t going anywhere.

I slid my tongue deeper, pressing my nose against her clit.

She moaned.

I knew I’d have her in less than a minute. I knew her body like the back of my hand. I knew everything she liked. Everything she needed.

I swirled my tongue around her and her thighs gripped the sides of my head.

She was always so worried that I’d pull away. But I loved when she finished on my face. I moved my hands to her ass and lifted her up so I could feast on her sweetness.

Each squirm and moan made me know I was close.

Her fingers tightened in my hair.

I moved my mouth to her clit and slid two fingers inside of her. She was so fucking wet for me. So ready to grip my cock. I sucked on her clit as I slowly slid my fingers in and out of her. Come for me, baby. Scream my name, just the way I like.

I lightly bit down on her clit and her pussy started pulsing around my fingers.

I moved my fingers and thrust my tongue back inside of her. I loved the way her coming felt against my tongue. I traced slow circles on her clit with my thumb as her hips rose again.

“Matt,” she moaned exactly the way I liked. Her fingers dug into my back, trying to rip off my shirt.

I just thrust my tongue deeper, lapping up her juices as her first orgasm subsided. Yes, her first. Because I wasn’t going to be able to keep my hands off of her tonight.

I slowly lifted my head and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. “Delicious.”

She grabbed my tie and pulled my lips to hers. I knew that she could taste her own sweetness on my tongue. And it was so fucking hot that she didn’t care.

She reached down and palmed my erection through my tuxedo pants.

I groaned as my tongue swirled around hers.

Unlike her attempt on my vest, she managed to undo the buttons and zipper on my pants. She pushed them and my boxers down my hips and grabbed my cock.

Fuck.

She guided my tip to her wetness.

She was trying so hard to be fucked right now.

But I wasn’t doing that. I pressed just my tip into her wetness.

Brooklyn groaned in frustration.

“Baby, it’s our wedding night.” I slowly slid in another inch. “Let me cherish you.”

She wrapped her legs around my waist and used the leverage to make me thrust my length into her hard. All the way to the hilt.

I groaned. What was she trying to do to me? “I love you.” I buried my face in the side of her neck, biting down on her flesh, trying my best to keep my pace slow.

“Harder.” She tried to match my slow thrusts with her hips.

She was driving me crazy with her requests. Suddenly all I could think about was tying her up. Teasing her. Fucking her senseless. I was trying so hard to remain in control. But even the heat from the fire seemed to be spurring me on.

I reached up and pulled the front of her dress down. I heard something pop.

“Matt! There’s buttons!”

I knew she’d specifically asked me not to ruin her dress, but she was driving me fucking crazy. “We can get it fixed.”

“Screw it.” She grabbed the sides of my face and pulled my lips back to hers.

I undid a few of the buttons on the back of her dress as she pushed off her sleeves.

I pulled down the front of her dress without any resistance this time. I kissed between her breasts.

“Harder,” she said again.

I bit down on one of her nipples and she moaned. But I didn’t increase my pace. I slid in and out of her slowly. She gripped me tight, like she was trying to make me lose control.

“Harder,” she repeated.

I chuckled against her skin. “Baby, do you seriously want to remember our wedding night with…you on your knees and me fucking you from behind?”

“Yes, that! Good idea.” She pushed on my chest and slid away from me. And then she got on all fours. She hiked her skirt up out of the way.

I was really loving what being pregnant was doing to her. I leaned forward and kissed one of her exposed ass cheeks.

“Matt,” she said. “Fuck me so hard that I can’t walk for days.”

If that’s what she wanted, I’d give her what she liked. I’d wanted this to be the perfect romantic night. But it didn’t matter, we’d always remember tonight as being romantic. And I had an idea. “Be a good girl and go put your hands against the glass.”

She looked over her shoulder at me.

I nodded toward the windows and then spanked her ass.

She moaned.

I stared down at the wedding band on my finger. The red mark left on her ass was the same, but the ring made it feel different. And I could definitely get used to the sight of that. I massaged where I spanked. “You know I hate repeating myself. Hands on the glass. Now.”

Brooklyn stood up, lifted her skirt, and walked over to the window. She let her skirt fall back in place. And she didn’t seem to care at all that the front of her dress was pulled down. I could see the reflection of her tits in the glass.

She was so fucking gorgeous.

I watched her place her hands on the glass and arch her back.

I stood up and pulled my pants back up. My erection strained against the zipper. I slowly approached her. I was completely transfixed by the shadows dancing across her skin.

I’d wanted to make love to her.

To take our time.

But I could make this memorable too. I glanced out at the view of Central Park and the city in the distance. She was about to give me another first.