14. Sadie
Chapter 14
Sadie
W e host our wedding reception in the town square. It only had minor damage from the storm that was quickly cleaned up earlier. Then some of the women in town decorated the square for our reception.
A few of the cowboys got out their grills, and the scent of hotdogs already fills the late summer air. The breeze ruffles through my hair, and I pull off my veil. I hand it to Dotty who’s holding my bouquet.
Noah and Lizzy are watching over Coco and Skip for us. They’ll drop our fur babies back at home later tonight after our reception is over.
Just as we step arm-in-arm into the town square, thunder cracks and the skies open. Rain drenches us, and I sputter out a laugh. “What is it about us and rain?”
Barrett quickly slides out of his jacket and holds it above my head to shelter me from the rain. I think he’ll spend his whole life doing that, sheltering me and protecting me. “It must be our thing.”
Before I can answer, Ernie is rushing over. He and Lorna own Ernie’s Diner down the street. He gestures behind himself with his thumb. “We’re thinking of moving this inside. That work for y’all?”
Lightning flashes, and I give a grateful nod. We follow him into the diner where Lorna has already started the grill. Our guests have gathered here, and there’s the soft, cheerful hum of community while the storm outside rages.
Waitresses pass out napkins and drinks while someone starts the jukebox. An old country love song plays, and Barrett smiles down at me. His wet hair is dripping in his eyes. He pushes it back and gazes at me with tenderness. “May I have this dance?”
I step into his arms and even though the restaurant is crowded with people, we still manage to sway together. His big hands are on my hips, and the way he’s looking at me fills me with desire.
He drops his head, his voice a quiet rumble in my ear, “I can’t wait to get you alone and taste you again.”
“I’m wet…” I blush when I realize what I’ve said and bury my face in his white dress shirt. It’s still crazy to think this man is my husband. I get to go have sex with my husband! “My clothes are wet. No one will question it if we slip out to change for a few minutes.”
“I want to rub my beard all over your sweet pussy and get it nice and soaked with your juices. Everyone will think it’s the rain, but you’ll know the truth. You’ll know it’s because I licked your pretty little cunt.”
I call his name with a soft moan. It’s taking all of my self-control not to grind against him right now. Everyone else sees the sweet moment of a cowboy and his wife dancing together for the first time. But he’s turning it into something filthy, and I love that.
His possessive hold on my hips and his dirty words are pushing me to the edge. “That’s right. That’s the name you’ll be calling when I’m between those sweet thighs of yours.”
The song ends, and I glare at him. “We have to go. Now.”
He smirks down at me before taking my hand. We thread our way through the crowd and back into the women’s bathroom. He does a quick stall check, making sure we’re alone before grabbing the mop and bucket to jam the door.
I hop onto the countertop and swing my legs. I never imagined all the places around town where we could have our own little secret rendezvous. Now I can’t stop thinking about that, secretly touching him in semi-public places.
He stalks across the tiled floor. “Do you know what it does to me to know you’re my wife?”
I glance at the growing bulge in his black dress pants and part my knees automatically. My breath is coming in little pants, and he hasn’t even touched me yet. “Show me.”
He gives a brief shake of his head that almost has me crying out in frustration. He cups himself through his slacks. “Take your clothes off. I need to see my girl completely naked.”
“There’s a zipper in back,” I tell him.
He reaches around me, letting his fingertips ghost across my back. He’s leaning over me, so close I can see every laugh line beside his eyes, every faint gray hair that’s just starting to mix into his beard, and every fleck of gray in his blue gaze.
“Out, now,” he commands, his voice gritty.
I let him undress me. I love the way he moves me like I’m his doll. When he sets me back down on the counter, I shiver in the cool air of the bathroom. My nipples are pebbled, and all of my curves are on display in front of him. He can see every silvery stretch mark and every bump of cellulite. But the look on his face is hot enough to burn down this whole diner. He’s clearly enthralled with what he sees.
He rubs his hands up and down my thighs. “You’re beautiful from every angle, wife.”
I blush when I realize he can see not just the front of me but my reflection in the mirror too. There’s nothing hidden from him. My body has no more secrets from my husband. “You promised me a good licking.”
“And I’ll make good on my word,” he reassures me as he cups my face.
He angles his head and presses a soft kiss to my lips. He starts gently, exploring and teasing my mouth.
When I moan, he uses the moment to slide his tongue against mine. He strokes me slowly, savoring this moment between us.
I slip my hand under his dress shirt, feeling the way the muscles in his abdomen relax under my touch. He loves my body, just like I love his. He never has to hide his scars, and I’ll never hide my curves from him. We accept each other completely.
I trail my fingers lower until I find his belt buckle.
He breaks the kiss and captures both of my wrists in one hand behind my back. “Let me have my frosting first.”
“Well, then do it already,” I insist. He already has me achy and needy and squirming on this counter. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me.
He runs his teeth along the column of my throat before sucking lightly at the skin. “Patience, sweet girl. You have a lifetime of orgasms to look forward to.”
His filthy words stoke the fire even more. He’s so damn sexy when he talks like that in his deep, growling tone. It makes me feel like the luckiest girl in the world to be wearing his rings.
“Now spread those sweet little thighs of yours wider.” He nips at my throat, just enough to let me feel his teeth against it. It feels primal and wild and so damn sexy when he does that.
Liquid heat gushes between my legs at his stern tone, but I spread my legs further apart to reveal my puffy, glistening folds.
“Good girl.” He kisses me and this kiss is different than his first. This one is rough and commanding. He demands entry to my mouth this time instead of coaxing me. He cups my head with the back of his hand and it’s only when we’re both barely breathing that he finally stops kissing me. His voice is laced with need when he says, “You have to be quiet when you come, or everyone will know. Do I need to gag you, or can you be good?”
I widen my eyes. I didn’t even know that was an option or how wet the thought of being gagged would make me. But that’s something to explore later, not now. “I’ll be good.”
“I know you’ll make me proud.”
He finally unclasps my wrists, and I glance down at them. There’s a red circle in the shape of his thumb where he was holding them together so tightly. I like the little reminder that he was holding me captive. Hmm, maybe I need to leave a few of my alien books lying around for him to find.
“Keep your hands on the counter behind you. Yeah, just like that. Look down right now. Look at how pretty your big tits are when they’re thrust out just like that.”
I do what he says, loving the way my body looks when my rolls are proudly on display and my pussy is open to him. I feel like a vixen wearing only a pearl necklace and white kitten heels while my man stares in amazement at my body.
Beyond the bathroom door, I can hear the jukebox playing and our friends out there talking. Everyone will know if I’m not quiet. What would they say if they knew I was so horny that I pulled my newlywed husband into the bathroom to have him lick my pussy?
He drops to his knees and swings my legs over his shoulders. With a firm grip on my hips, he pulls me to the edge of the counter. “Look at all your glaze. All for your husband to eat right up.”
His tongue is gentle but insistent against my aching folds. He lavishes me with attention, drinking in my juices until I’m coming. I grind my pussy against his face covering him in my essence.
I start to make a noise then remember I have to be quiet. I press my hand against my face to keep from screaming and letting the entire restaurant know I’m getting the best orgasm of my life in a public bathroom.
He rises to his feet, his beard and face covered in my sticky juices. “Come here. Kiss me, sweet girl. Taste yourself on my lips.”
I lean forward and kiss him eagerly, enjoying the salt tang of my juices. Our combined flavors taste like sunshine and oranges.
“You’re so good to me,” I mutter, reaching for his belt again.
He steps out of the way and fixes me with a stern glare. “Not until we get home, wife. The things I’m going to do to your body will have you screaming for hours.”