Chapter 19
Millie
A fter the cake cutting, I change into a shorter dress and dance until my feet hurt. Champagne, sparkling cider, and beer flow freely for hours. We’re on the dance floor, wrapped in each other’s arms. Beyoncé’s Crazy In Love plays while our friends and family danced around us.
But we were lost in our own world. A world of teasing touches, glances, and kisses. My husband leans down. My husband. Oh, my heart. “Let’s get out of here.”
“Yes.”
He picks me up into his arms and carries me off the dance floor. People part like the red sea leaving room down the middle for him to carry me through. Our brothers hurry to open the doors. Wrath carries me out while our friends blow bubbles and shower us with a mixture of bird seed and flower petals as he carries me to a black carriage drawn by a matching pair of midnight black Percheron. Their manes are entwined with silver and cobalt blue ribbons. Pale pink and bright blue roses are interspersed in the ribbons. Their long tails are braided to match.
The stunning black carriage has chrome trim. The wheels have chrome accents as well. The back of the carriage has a large bough of blue roses. More shades of blue than I knew existed in nature. On the seat is a small bouquet of pink sweetheart roses. The same shade my father gave me on my sixteen birthday and every special occasion since.
Wrath carries me to the carriage steps, then sits me inside. I pick up the bouquet and scoot over. Wrath climbs in and takes a seat beside me. He puts his arm around my shoulders and pulls me closer. The driver starts the carriage.
“I thought we’d go on a quick ride, my love.”
“It’s a beautiful night.”
I’m both in a hurry and not to get to our cabin. I want him. I ache for him, but I’m nervous as hell. I fidget a little in my seat. I feel a warm breath on my neck a millisecond before soft, warm lips.
“I’m a little nervous too,” he whispers in my ear. “I’ve never wanted a woman so much in my life. I’ve made love to you a hundred times in my head. Every night when I close my eyes, I dream of you. I ache for you every morning.
“But I wanted to wait and make it special. Do something most people don’t do anymore. Wait until after the honeymoon.”
I giggle. “We did everything else a little differently, too. I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you. My panties are constantly soaked. I bought six extra pairs already.”
His lips are back on my neck, kissing the exposed flesh. Shivers of desire run down my body, straight to my clit. It throbs and I resist the urge to touch myself. Suddenly, I’m lifted in the air and spun at the same time. I’m now facing my husband, straddling his lap. He puts a hand on each globe of my ass and pulls me closer before delivering a smoldering kiss that leaves me whimpering with need when he pulls away.
“I want this to be a first for us in all ways, Nightingale. Let’s forget the past. Forget the partners and come to each other with a renewed spirit. I don’t care if it’s been one man or a thousand. From this night forward, it’s you and me. No past, only the future.”
“I love you.”
“I love you more.”
The carriage comes to a stop.
“Turn around, baby, and lean back on me.”
I do an about face on his lap without flashing too much, scoot forward, and lean back. The full moon hangs low in the sky, making it look much larger than normal. Thousands of stars sparkle in the midnight sky, twinkling like scattered diamonds. It’s breathtaking. I feel hands roaming over my dress and hot breath on my ear.
“Keep looking at the sky, baby. And be quiet unless you want the driver to know what’s happening.”
I stiffen for a moment before relaxing against his gentle touch. Right now, his hands are over my clothing, caressing the soft fabric. It’s frustrating and erotic as hell at the same time. I bite the inside of my lip to keep my moaning and keep my eyes on the sky. He nibbles my one ear lobe while caressing the other. I whimper softly.
Wrath’s large hands cup my breast through the fabric. His thumbs stroke my nipples into stiff peaks. I gasp softly, arching my back and writhing against him.
One large hand slips under my dress. A thick finger moving aside my panties and running up my lower lips. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck! I fight to keep quiet, but I’m not a quiet woman. He strokes my wetness before plunging a finger inside. I bite my lip so hard I feel blood. It’s so fucking hot. I feel like a volcano that’s about to explode. He strokes in and out a few times before curling his finger and hitting that magic spot. I go off like a bottle rocket, screaming his name.
“Wrath.”
I hear him chuckle. To my shock and gratitude, the driver never flinches or tries to turn around. My husband adds a second finger and continues stroking me through the orgasm. I feel a second one coming on as the carriage begins to roll.
Wrath uses his other hand to draw down my zipper and undo my bra. He slides a hand around through the back of my dress to cup my breast. I arch against him. My juices are soaking our clothes. He rolls one hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Wrath continues the onslaught the entire way to our cabin. I’m a quivering pile of need by the time we arrive.
“Please,” I beg.
“Please, what Nightingale?”
“Please make love to me. I want to feel you inside me.”
“Damn, baby. You’re going to make me lose control.”
“Lose control. I want you in the worst way.”
The carriage stops. Wrath stands up with me in his arms. We get off the carriage with ease and he traverses the boardwalk with urgency and gets us inside our cabin. He kicks the door closed and carries me upstairs before setting me on my feet.
“Fuck let’s get naked,” I say.
I laugh and start stripping. He does the same. We’ll have time later to undress each other and take our time. Right now, I need him. I need him more than I need my next breath. Clothes off, we collide in a tangle of limbs and fall to the bed. Our kisses are lips, tongue, and teeth. My hands explore his chest and the hard planes of his abs.
And O M G, my man has an Adonis belt. We’ve been almost chaste these past few days, staying up and talking into the wee hours of the morning. We’ve made out and done some heavy petting, but that’s all.
Wrath
M y dick’s so hard it’s about to burst through my pants when she says let’s get naked. I’ve been dying to taste her again since I licked her juices from my fingers. I pick her up and put her on my shoulders. With her pussy in my face, I turn us around and slam her against the wall, before devouring her pussy like a starved man. I suck her lower lips into my mouth and graze them with my teeth.
She screams and grabs my head. Her moans only encourage me. I flatten my tongue and tease her, licking her like an ice cream before plunging it deep inside her and fucking her with it. I smile as I continue as her screams increase in pitch and fervor. I hope the entire valley hears my woman scream.
After I’ve given her two more orgasms, I lift her off my face and lower her onto my cock. Her hand comes down between us to guide the head of my cock inside. Her body shudders and she moans again. It’s taking every ounce of willpower not to blow my load deep inside her right now.
I power through two more orgasms before I finally give in. I scream loud enough to rattle the windows when I cum.