11. Celeste
Eleven
Celeste
I lie in bed admiring the way the moonlight glints off my diamond solitaire. It’s the most beautiful ring I’ve ever seen. I told Nathan it was too much, but he insisted. He has spoiled me rotten for the entire trip. Not just everything for the wedding, either. He also bought me a whole new wardrobe. We’ve also had some of the most delicious food I’ve ever tasted. A girl could get used to this.
Nathan pulls me close. I push my ass back against his hardness, teasing him. His lips kiss my neck, sending chills down my spine. “Mmmm. That feels good.”
“I bet I know something that would feel even better.”
“Really? Whatever could that be?”
“Let me show you.”
He flips me around and takes my mouth ravenously, like he hasn’t had me several times in the last few days. “You’re mine, wife,” he says, thrusting to the hilt inside me. “Say it.”
“I’m yours, husband,” I moan. It’s difficult to concentrate with him pounding inside my pussy. “Nathan, it feels so good.”
“Hell, yes, it does. It always will. Love you, baby. Nothing will take you from me. Ever.”
“Yes, Nathan.”
He pounds harder and harder until I explode, nearly losing consciousness with the force of my orgasm. “Mine!” he screams as he fills me up once more. I know we need to discuss the possibility of pregnancy. We haven’t been using any type of birth control. With all the sex we’ve been having, I’ll be shocked if I’m not already knocked up.
He looks at me, smiling. “Quit worrying, sweetheart. Everything will work out.” I know he’s right, but a part of me worries. Everything has been so perfect. I feel like I’m living in a fantasy. I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop.
We spend the next few days exploring the city and each other. If I had any doubts at the start, they are gone now. I am irrevocably, head over heels in love with my husband.