Chapter 51
As the setting sun illuminates our bedroom and our wedding guests take their leave, I take my time undressing my wife.
Bringing my lips to hers, I invade her mouth with my tongue while my hands skim her waist down to her hips.
Reaching around, I admire the curves of her backside before bringing my fingers to the laces of her corset.
With military-level precision, I undo the knotted fabric while my tongue dances against hers.
As I finally pull the last of the laces, Darcy moans in both pleasure and relief.
She then moves her hands from caressing the back of my neck to removing my tux jacket.
The garment falls to the ground with exciting force, and I reciprocate her desire by snatching her tight against me.
She gasps and her eyes meet mine. There’s a sense of surprise in her gaze brought on by my abrupt movement and yet, also a fiery passion that’s been growing in her over the months.
“You know, I know the priest said wives submit to their husbands. But I’m enjoying this demanding, impatient, dare I say possessive side of you, my love.”
“Well, I learned from the best,” she replies. “Besides, it’s all about balance, right? You give, I take. I give, you—”
“Reciprocate.” I finish her sentence for her and silence her by kissing her once more.
She tastes like cake, but, fortunately for her, I didn’t get quite enough dessert at our reception.
Moving my hands to her dress, I strip the fabric from her skin, leaving her standing before me wearing nothing but a white lace thong and gloves, diamonds, and high heels.
As I take her in, my jaw tightens, and I wonder how I got so lucky.
“Spin for me.” She blushes and smiles but obliges my request. This is the only wifely submission I’m interested in.
As she finishes her twirl, she steps forward and brings her fingers to the buttons on my dress shirt.
My hunger for her is insatiably gnawing at my insides.
Yet, I allow her to take her time with the buttons.
This is her moment just as much as mine—the first time we’ll make love as husband and wife.
As she gently pushes my shirt off my shoulders, I smile as I imagine all the remaining firsts we’ve yet to experience.
There’s so much uncertainty in life. Surprises abound, both good and bad.
But with Darcy and Delilah by my side, I know my life will be full and my heart warm.
As Darcy looks up at me, the fire and playfulness have left her.
It is replaced with all the love and emotion of the day—our day.
I know exactly how she feels, yet it’s a feeling that words cannot describe.
So, instead of trying, I simply pick her up and carry her to our bed.
Of all the memories these sheets hold, this will be my favorite.
Touches. Kisses. Loving bites. Teases that make her thighs shake.
I imagined us so many times and in so many ways, but I never could’ve imagined this.
“I love you, Darcy Moretti. Today, tomorrow, and forever.” With those words, I enter her, and she wraps her legs around my waist, locking her ankles to pull me closer.