Our Little Wedding (The Spencer Brooks Diaries #3)

Ainsley

The room erupted with laughter as Carly said a few words at the end of dinner. She took her seat beside Max and whispered something to him.

Spencer had arranged for all of us to share a private dinner in one of the resort restaurants. We’d just finished eating and were waiting for dessert to be served. I slid my hand into his and met his eyes.

“I love you,” he mouthed.

“I love you,” I whispered.

“Who’s up for dancing?” Carly questioned, looking around the table. “It’s a wedding. Hell, we must dance.”

“Oh, well, I think we are going to retire for the night after dinner,” my father and Jane said in unison.”

“Yeah, us too. It’s been a long day,” Mike and Trina replied.

“Spencer, ?” Carly questioned, looking at us, “It’s your wedding, you guys have to dance!”

We both looked at one another and shook our heads. “Not tonight,” Spencer answered.

“Jesus, it’s their wedding night, for god sakes. I’m sure they have far more exciting things to do than go dancing,” Max quipped, pushing into her with his shoulder.

“Also, aren’t you supposed to be watching Nikki?” I questioned, looking at my best friend. “She needs to get to bed on time.” I giggled, knowing full well it was already way past her bedtime.

Carly looked at me, smiling. “Yes, she can go with me.”

“We will take Nikki for the night,” Mike said. “Carly, you go dance.”

“You sure? She is welcome with us as well,” Jane answered, my father nodding his head.

I looked over to see Nikki let out a yawn and put her head down on the table, her eyes fighting to stay open.

“We’ll stop by on our way back to the room and get her pajamas and clothes for the morning,” Trina told me.

“Carly has them.” I nodded in her direction.

Trina nodded, “Okay, I will get them from Carly.”

“No problem, I’ll get them from my room. Yet I still want to know, who is going to go dancing with me?” Carly pouted.

“Max?” Spencer said. “Do us a favor and take Carly dancing.”

Max turned to Carly and grinned. “Sure thing, boss.”

Dessert was served, and once we finished, Spencer grabbed my hand in his. “Everyone, I just want to thank you for joining us on our special day. Now, if you will excuse us, I am going to take my wife back to our room.”

Spencer

Our suite was dimly lit as we made our way into the bedroom. I closed the door behind me and looked over at . Her eyes reflected that same want and desire as mine. I walked over to her and allowed my fingers to graze over the skin on her arms, watching it pebble at my touch.

She closed her eyes as I reached behind her, slowly lowering the zipper on her dress. She raised her eyes to mine as I removed my suit jacket and shirt, then my pants. She leaned forward and placed a kiss on my chest as my fingers caught the shoulder straps of her dress. My fingers slid down the length of her arms, and the dress fell into a pile on the floor.

She stood before me in the white lace bra and thong I’d gotten for her for today. “I've been waiting to get you out of that dress all day,” I whispered as I bent and kissed her shoulder, then reached down and picked her up, carrying her over to the bed.

I placed her down on the bed, both of us moving toward the center. I leaned over to my side of the bed and opened the drawer, pulling out the surprise I’d gotten for . I placed it beside my leg without her seeing it and then moved up and held my weight as I hovered over her. I placed a kiss on her chest and moved my way down, kissing the top of her breasts. I flicked the clasp open in front, her bra falling away.

Her nipples were already hard, begging me to take them in my mouth. I placed a kiss between her perfect tits as I allowed my hands to explore her body. I kissed my way down her body, running my tongue down her stomach, stopping at the start of her thong, allowing my fingers to play with the elastic.

I could feel my cock straining against my boxers. I opened her legs and once again held myself over her, allowing my cock to press between her legs with just enough pressure as I kissed her neck. I took one of her breasts in my hands, squeezing it, letting my hand play with it, and ran my thumb over the hardened nub.

“Take it in your mouth,” said quietly, arching her back.

I rolled her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, and then sucked it into my mouth, grazing it with my teeth. A loud moan escaped her as I repeated that on the other side.

“I love these. So sensitive, so beautiful,” I said, taking them both into my hands and rubbing my thumbs just under her nipples.

I kissed my way down her stomach, stopping at the elastic once again, and slipped them off her body. I forced her legs open, looking down at her slick, wet pussy. “So fucking wet,” I hissed as I brought my lips to her center, lapping and sucking as I slid two fingers inside of her.

I listened to her moans as I continued, placing my hands under her ass so I could fuck her with my tongue. She moaned even louder when I continued flicking my tongue against her clit.

I could tell she was close, so I stopped and knelt before her, removing my boxers. I rested my one hand on the back of her thigh, angling her just right, while I gripped my cock with my free hand, giving it a couple pumps before I lined up with her entrance. One swift movement, and I was buried inside of my wife deeper than I’d ever been.

“Oh God, Spencer,” she cried out as I thrust myself even deeper into her.

“What do you want?” I asked, gripping her waist.

“Make me come,” she begged.

I repeated the short, deep thrust again, then reached for the little finger vibrator I’d gotten. I slipped it onto my finger and placed one hand on the back of her thigh again, holding her in place. I hit the little switch, and a buzzing sound filled the room.

“What’s that?” questioned breathlessly.

“You’ll see,” I whispered, thrusting myself deeply into her before placing the little vibrator against her clit.

“Oh, fuck…” she screamed as I held that vibrator against her clit while I continued pumping into her.

“Let yourself go, baby,” I said, reaching up and taking her nipple between my fingers and squeezing it.

I could feel her beginning to tighten as her body stiffened. I pulled the vibrator off her clit and began pumping into her hard and fast. “Spencer…” she screamed. I wrapped her in my arms and continued fucking my wife.

I felt her pussy clenching my cock as she came. I felt my balls tighten and allowed myself to let go, pouring myself into her.

Breathless and exhausted, I fell onto the mattress. I covered my eyes with my arm, my body covered in a sheen of sweat. I swallowed hard and let my body come down while lay beside me, doing the same.

I lay there listening to him breathe. He’d been quiet now for twenty minutes, sometimes even lightly snoring. My eyes travelled over his muscular frame. Even though he’d just given me one of the best orgasms he’d ever given me, I wanted him again. I was ready.

I nuzzled into his neck, pressing my lips to his warm skin. “You awake?” I whispered.

“Barely,” he muttered. “That was so fucking hot.”

“Yes, it was,” I said, leaning down and kissing his chest. When he didn’t move, I looked down to his cock. My fingers trailed down his abs and over his hips, his cock beginning to stir at my touch. I looked back at him. His eyes were still closed.

I took a moment and took his cock in my hand, then I slid down, bringing his cock to my lips. I licked his shaft, running my tongue all the way up, letting my tongue hit the rim of the head before taking his cock all the way into my mouth.

He let out a deep breath as his fingers slipped into my hair. “That’s it, baby,” he said, his voice throaty. “Fuck, suck me.”

I took him all the way to the back of my throat, my hand working him, the other cupping his balls. The more I sucked, the harder he fisted my hair. I pulled my mouth from him, running my tongue once again from the base of his cock all the way to the tip, in time to lick the drop of pre-cum that was waiting for me.

I crawled up his body and straddled his hips, reaching between my legs, grabbing his cock and lining him up with me. I slid down onto his cock, taking him in. I loved hearing the guttural groan that escaped him as I lifted myself up and slid back down.

His powerful hands gripped my hips, and he took control, guiding my movements as his eyes washed over my breasts. I loved how he watched me, how his eyes skimmed my naked body. He sat up, still working my hips. He sucked my nipple into his mouth, letting his teeth gently graze over it.

I could feel a flood of heat between my legs as he moved to the other one and repeated that again before he laid back. He adjusted the pillow behind his head so he could watch me as I rode him.

“That’s it, baby. Ride my cock.”

He reached for that little finger vibrator again, and I felt my excitement build as I watched him slip it onto his finger. He pushed me back, raising his knees up behind me for something to lean on so he could place it once again on my clit.

This time he’d turned the vibration up higher, and the second it touched me, I tightened around him. “God, Spencer, I can’t.”

“You can,” he said, as he pulled it away for a moment, then placed it against me again for only a second before removing it again.

“Please, Spencer…” I cried.

“Please what? Please do it again?” he asked, placing it against my clit for only a brief second.

I could feel my orgasm building each time he did that, and it faded as soon as he pulled it away.

He allowed me to stay on him for only a couple seconds more before he lifted me off his cock and flipped me around so I was on my knees. He pulled me back and slid himself into me from behind, fucking me hard.

“Yes…” I cried as he slammed into me. He reached around, placing that little vibrator on my clit while he continued at an unrelenting pace. I pulled at his hand, begging him to remove that little vibrator, but it was useless. He refused. He held himself deep inside of me as I felt an earth-shattering orgasm rip through my body, while Spencer emptied himself into me again.