Chapter Sixty-Six
Jessica
I sat in the nursery, pumping breast milk for the third time that day.
Just what every bride wants to do after taking off her wedding dress, I mused.
But I wanted to make sure Ruthie had enough milk if I was going to drink champagne with my new husband tonight.
I have a husband.
And not just any husband who would be kind enough to Ruthie and me, but a good man who would take care of us. I wanted to be a good wife in return.
After finishing my session, I went to our bedroom and into the walk-in closet.
Lainey had told me she’d washed the ivory babydoll trousseau for me and placed it in the bottom drawer of the closet’s built-in dresser.
With a deep breath, I slid it open, pulled the lacy garment out, and held it up to my body while I studied my reflection in the mirror.
It’d looked a lot sexier hanging from the store rack.
Am I going to look ridiculous wearing this thing?
I mean you could dress up a dairy cow in lace, but it was still a dairy cow.
The little voice in my head sounded an awful lot like Lainey’s when it scolded, “Stop it! You’re beautiful! Put that on and go out there and seduce your new husband!”
Maybe the champagne would help.
I heard Alan call, “Babe?” from the doorway.
“I’ll be right out!”
Okay Jessica Rose, you can do this.
It’s funny how different I’d felt about wearing this when I was shopping with my girlfriends. They were walking hype-women.
“Alan is going to flip when you come out in that!”
“Oh my god, that’s so beautiful! You’re going to look amazing!”
“No! The pretty ivory nursing bra you got to wear under your wedding dress will be fine! It will look like part of the set!”
Even the sales clerk had chimed in how pretty it’d look on me, but she didn’t really count because I knew she just wanted the sale.
I slipped the loose-fitting, sheer, silk and lace over my bra and pulled on the matching panties, then smoothed the imaginary wrinkles away as I looked at myself in the mirror.
Okay, not bad.
Kristy had told me to be sure to put my tiara and glittery wedding pumps on, too, but I decided I was being brave enough with this.
All right, Jess. Channel your inner hot girl and go knock his socks off!
Or something like that.
****
Alan
I popped the champagne cork literally the second Jessica walked out of the closet. She looked so damn sexy, I didn’t even notice that the bubbly spilled out the top and onto the floor.
“Damn, baby. You look fucking hot.”
Her cheeks went pink like they always did whenever she was nervous, flustered, or, as I’d recently discovered, excited.
“I feel silly.”
“Uh uh.” I shut that shit down right there. “You are a goddamn goddess.”
And I was going to worship her. All. Night. Long.
She turned and disappeared into the bathroom, and for a second I thought she was going to change, but she came right back out with a towel and threw it on the floor on the spilled champagne.
She moved to kneel, like she was going to wipe it up, but I commanded, “Leave it. I’ll clean it up later.”
I lifted the bottle higher and asked, “Do you want a glass?”
“Yes, please!”
After filling two flutes a little over halfway, I put the bottle in the ice bucket, handed her one and raised mine to make a toast.
“To the most beautiful bride I’ve ever seen. Thank you for marrying me.”
I clinked my glass against hers and took a sip, but she didn’t drink. Instead, she whispered, “I’m the one who should be thanking you for marrying me.”
Yeah, not even close.
“How about we just agree that we’re fortunate to have married each other?”
That brought a smile to her face.
“Okay,” she said as she clinked her glass against mine and finally took a sip.
She let out a giggle and touched her fingers to her nose and mouth. “Oh! That tickles!”
I couldn’t help but smile. I loved that I was going to be the one she’d experience all her future firsts with.
I set my glass down and reached for her hand, telling her, “Don’t drink it too fast! You didn’t eat very much at the reception.”
She took another drink then replied, “I was able to grab a bite here and there. I didn’t get a chance to ask you if you liked the cake.”
“Babe. I loved everything about today.”
Jess got a faraway look in her eyes and smiled. “I did, too. We’re very lucky we had so many people helping us. I completely forgot about music at the ceremony. Thankfully somebody remembered! And they picked the perfect song for me to walk down the aisle to.”
I felt my chest puff out a little. I’d been worried when I made an executive decision while she was getting ready.
“Actually, it was your brothers who remembered we needed music and got the speakers from your parents. I picked the song.”
“Aw, you did?”
I wrapped my arm around her waist and looked down at her. “Yeah. I couldn’t think of a better song to fit the occasion.”
I’d chosen “I Get to Love You” with the hope she’d get why that had been my choice. We hadn’t said the three little words yet, but I felt them in my soul.
“Did you pick the recessional song, too?”
“That depends… did you like it?”
She giggled. “Who doesn’t love that song? It was the perfect, upbeat song to walk out to.”
“I’m surprised you’d even heard it before since I think it came out when our parents were young.”
“It’s the opening song in one of my favorite movies, While You Were Sleeping.”
Score two for me.
“Then, yeah. I picked it.”
“Did you really?”
I made an “X” over my heart with my finger. “Swear to God.”
“I think you picked “I Don’t Want to Miss a Thing,” as our first dance, too.”
“Actually, it was my mom who suggested that one. Growing up in Boston, she’s a big Aerosmith fan.”
“Well, I loved it.”
I leaned down and murmured, “Me, too,” before softly pulling her bottom lip between mine.
She tasted like champagne and happiness, and I knew I could get drunk on her taste alone.
I reached for her almost-empty glass and set it next to mine on the dresser, then took her hand and guided her to the bed.
The covers were already turned down, and she climbed into bed, then sat back against the pillows and purred, “You have far too many clothes on, Mr. Callahan.”
I’d shed the suit jacket and loosened my tie at the reception. And when we got home, I’d added the vest and tie to the pile on the bench in the entryway, along with my shiny shoes next to it.
Jess watched me unbutton my shirt and let out a small, “Oh my,” when I peeled it off. After placing it on the back of the chair in the corner, I sat down and took off my socks, dropping them on the floor before I stood to unbutton my pants. They landed on top of my shirt after I pulled them off.
I was left in nothing but my black boxer briefs when I walked toward the bed.
“Is this better?”
“Mmm, much.”
I don’t know if she was aware she licked her top lip, or if she was being flirtatious, but either way I liked it. I crawled in next to her and pulled her soft body against mine.
“You are so sexy, Mrs. Callahan,” I whispered before kissing her again.
Her arms wove around my neck as she pressed against me. “So are you, Mr. Callahan.”
I leaned back to roll her on top of me.
After she’d shared her story about her loser ex only doing missionary, I’d vowed that wasn’t going to be our first position. But I wanted to watch her face, so cowgirl was the obvious choice.
I’d planned on going slow and taking my time to make sure she was ready for me.
Jessica, on the other hand, seemed impatient.
****
Jessica
My new husband was H-O-T. Way the heck out of my league. I still had no idea what he was doing with me, but the way he’d stared at me all day, and kissed me so tenderly when Reverend Sutherland told him that he could kiss his bride, left me with no doubt that he thought I was beautiful.
Not to mention he’d said it practically every time he’d kissed me throughout the reception whenever someone clinked their water glass.
So, when he rolled me on top of him so I was straddling his cock with the only barrier between us being our underwear, I didn’t hesitate to shamelessly grind my hips while we kissed.
The pressure on my clit was perfect, and I could feel myself getting wetter the more turned on I became.
His hands were on my waist and crept higher, then he stopped.
“I need to know if there are any rules.”
I felt a crease form between my brows. “Rules?”
“Are your boobs off limits?”
I winced. I couldn’t imagine squirting him in the eye with breastmilk would be very sexy, or leaking all over his hands, so I replied, “Yeah, I think until I stop nursing. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry, that’s why I asked. But just so you know, I’m not afraid of a little milk.”
That was good to know.
“Maybe we revisit that at a later time.”
“Okay.”
I tugged on his waistband and moved to the side of him. “But right now, the rules are you need to take these off.”
So I can ride you like a drunk cowgirl.
I kept that crude thought to myself, but man was I thinking it.
The corner of his mouth turned up as he lifted his hips and tugged his boxer briefs down his thighs. “Yes, ma’am.”
His cock bounced when it sprang free from his underwear, and I swear it hadn’t been that big when I’d given him a blowjob.
But if I could take all of him in my mouth…
I quickly dispatched my panties and straddled him again. The feeling of skin on skin was incredible, and he reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear.
“We didn’t talk about birth control, baby. I have condoms in the nightstand.”
I didn’t want anything between us tonight.
Besides, Jon had allegedly used a condom every time and we all know how that turned out.
“My doctor said that breastfeeding is an effective form of birth control for up to six months.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. When you exclusively breastfeed, your body naturally stops ovulating. You can’t get pregnant if you don’t ovulate.”
“I had no idea. So, you’re okay with us not using anything?”
“I am if you are.”
“More than okay.”
I leaned down, my face hovering over his as I murmured, “Good,” then sank down on his cock at the same time I kissed his mouth.
He groaned against my lips, then his arms slowly came around me and held me close. His tongue tangled with mine as I started to find a rhythm, sliding my pussy up and down his dick.
French kissing while riding him only turned me on more, and soon, I sat up straight so I could take him even deeper.
He reached between us to find my clit, and I moaned out loud and piled my hair on top of my head like I was some kind of porn star.
I kind of felt like one.
And I liked it.
My body began to tingle, and I felt my stomach tighten as my pussy clenched his cock.
I leaned back to give him better access to my magic button as I started to moan louder.
I couldn’t believe how wanton I was being. Or how unabashed I felt doing it.
His finger polished my clit faster, like he understood the assignment, and he snarled, “Come on my cock, beautiful. Show me how naughty my wife can be.”
My climax slammed into me, and I lurched forward when my body started to quiver from head to toe.
“Good girl.”
I started to come down from my orgasmic high, and he gripped my hips and thrust in fast and deep. His grunts were feral and sexy as hell. Then he pulled my hips down and held them there as he let out a roar. I felt the ropes of cum spurt inside me.
Holy shit, that’s hot.
My body spasmed all over again as another orgasm took hold.
“That’s it, baby. Come again for me.”
He held me tight to keep from thrashing too hard, then it felt like I was made of Jell-O, and I collapsed on top of him.
“Married sex is the best,” I murmured before I passed out cold.