Chapter 11
Marci
It's crazy to have a wedding day in the midst of a storm and with a pregnant woman having contractions.
Jacob and I left Hope Peak to visit my friend Sasha at her home in the mountains at Hunter's Peak.
Sasha's first baby is due any minute, but her water hasn't broken, and the contractions are too far apart.
She made me promise I'd get married today, either way.
There are only a handful of us, so we brought everything that was in the backyard for the wedding into the house. Sasha's husband's friend, Fletcher, ordained himself through the internet to marry us, and now we're minutes away from starting the ceremony.
We decided the ceremony would happen in the living room, with my maid of honor, Sasha, sitting down on her husband Brody's favorite recliner.
She's a little flushed but seems happy to see everything is coming along smoothly.
My mom and I stand at the back of the house, waiting for the music to start.
"Are you sure he's the one, baby?"
"Yes, Mama. He's the perfect man for me."
"I love you, sweetheart. May your marriage be blessed."
"Thank you. Oh, it's starting, let's go."
We do the symbolic march toward the living room, hand in hand. When we get to where Jacob is standing, my mother puts my hands in his, whispering something to him I can't quite catch. He gives her a somber nod and squeezes my hands gently.
I smile up at him, and our eyes meet. I see my future right there in front of me. Blessed, indeed.
Fletcher starts the ceremony, and I swear I try to concentrate on his words as hard as I can, but all I'm focused on is the man I'm about to marry.
My Santa Daddy has worked hard all this past year in therapy, and we've seen the improvements in his moods and demeanor. I'm so proud of him. When it's time to say our vows, he squeezes my hands again, and I come back down from the clouds.
His words are candid and heartfelt, and I have to read mine because I started crying in the middle of his and can't remember a word I was supposed to say. When I'm halfway through the vows, I get my bearings again and finish without needing the card.
We're pronounced husband and wife, and that first kiss sweeps me off my feet like his kisses usually do. I once again lose all sense of time and space while he kisses me and dips me down for the audience.
Before I know it, we're eating and toasting with cider, because he knows I prefer it to champagne.
Sitting side by side with him never gets old, because he makes sure his arm and thigh are glued to me. The heat his body gives soothes me. He leans down to whisper something in my ear.
"You haven't eaten anything, baby girl."
"I have butterflies in my stomach."
"Oh, yeah? Why is that?"
“My husband is about to make love to me for the first time since we got married.”
"You want to leave the party?” He grins. “It's for us."
"I have my own celebration in mind."
"How soon do you think we can get away?"
"Soon."
With that, I take his hand in mine and pull him toward the kitchen. It's a decoy. I place our plates in the trash and then push my husband toward the back entrance. There's a path there that leads to the guesthouse, where we are staying.
We hurry along because we aren't wearing our coats, and snow is falling droves.
When we close the door behind us, we're both flushed.
Our escape has been successful, and now I have him all to myself.
I give a little prayer that Sasha doesn't go into labor tonight, but then all thoughts return to my handsome Daddy.
I grab his tie and pull him down to me for a gentle kiss.
"We should have gotten married in our Santa and Mrs. Claus suits."
"I don't think your mother would have liked that."
"You don't want to be my Santa Daddy anymore?"
"I'll always be that, baby girl."
He scoops me up in his arms and carries me bride style as he walks toward the bedroom. As he crosses the threshold, I look into his eyes. There's a certainty there that I saw during the ceremony. He's all I'll ever need. He puts me down next to the bed and turns me around to unzip my wedding dress.
It's just a white cocktail dress, and maybe I should have worn that Mrs. Claus suit after all. When the dress falls to my feet, I kick off my shoes as well. I'm wearing very basic, cotton underwear, but by the look in his eyes, you'd think I was wearing the sexiest lingerie there ever was.
"Do you like what you see, husband?"
"Very much so."
His voice is rough and low, as if he can't get the words out. I try to get his jacket off, but he won't let me.
"You need to be naked first."
"This only works if we're both naked, Daddy."
"Don't think you can push me to the edge by calling me that. I know better now."
I pout as if I'm hurt by his words. Many a time, I have gotten the best of him by calling him that during our lovemaking. He turns me back around so that he can unhook my bra, and then he lowers my panties to the floor. I step out of them and turn around once more.
"I love you, Jacob."
"I love you, Marcie. Now get into that bed and let me love you properly."
I do as he orders, and a thrill runs down my body. He has a predatory, almost savage look about him. That means he's going to claim me once more, like the first time we were together. The butterflies in my stomach start flipping their tiny little wings, making the wait unbearable.
I watch as my husband takes his jacket off and then his tie. He opens the button below his collar and takes the cufflinks off. He rolls his sleeves up, and I can see the veins going up his strong forearms. His weight makes the mattress dip as he gets between my legs.
I open my legs, extending an invitation. He rubs my legs up and down and then bends them. I know what he wants. What he always wants. To make me come as many times as possible with his tongue, his fingers, and then his cock.
He starts placing small kisses on my knee and goes up and up towards my pussy. I'm trembling with excitement as he comes closer to my center. I always feel vulnerable when I'm naked and he's dressed. He does it on purpose, but I think he also does it to keep his cool.
My man can turn into a wild animal in bed. That's one of the things I adore about him. His ability to let loose and carry me with him. I let out a small sigh when his kisses cover my pussy. He knows I love it when he's tender like this. It's the calm before the storm.
When he carefully places a kiss on top of my clit, I roll my hips to get more friction, but he's gone. He opens me up carefully and starts licking me up and down my slit. My body is vibrating with need for him, but right now he's controlled.
"Jacob, baby. I need you inside me. I feel empty."
I know this plea will not give me his cock, only his fingers. As if on cue, he slides two fingers up my wet channel. The invasion is welcome, and I squeeze as hard as I can around his fingers. That'll make him wish he were inside me already.
You wouldn't know it by looking at him, but my Jacob can be very methodical when he sets his mind to do something.
Like pleasure his wife. His tongue teases my clit while his fingers fuck me with a steady rhythm.
This makes me start to fuck his face as hard as I can.
My body already knows how to respond to him after a year of training.
When the sensations get too much for me, I start whimpering. It's my husband's cue to penetrate me. I know he wants me to come at least once before he's inside me, but this is our wedding night.
"Inside, Jacob. I want us to make a baby. I don't want to waste a single drop of your cum."
He goes up on his knees and unzips his trousers. His cock is hard and ready for me, and I gasp as it twitches with the need to be inside me. He strokes his cock from base to tip over and over with calculated movements.
"Is this what you want, wife?"
"Yes." I gasp again.
"Then you shall have it."
He nudges his cock at my entrance and gives me a heated look.
When he pushes inside me, I let a moan out and pull him down to me.
The fabric of his clothes is a little rough against my sensitive skin, but it helps me know that he's in charge and he'll take care of my every need. From this day forward. My husband.
I tug him in for a kiss and realize he's been keeping himself in check for me, but now that he's starting to let loose, his thrusts come faster and harder. It's like he wants to possess me. I respond, putting more passion into our locked lips, teasing his tongue with mine.
It can be a battle sometimes to see who comes up the victor. I always let him win, because that way I win too. I hear a groan come out of him and realize he's still trying to control everything, so I pull back from our kiss and look at him.
"You are my husband. You belong to me. You can give me all of you now. No need to hold back, Jacob."
His eyes light with a fire I don't always see, and if I thought his rhythm was punishing before, I wasn't really paying attention. As my husband puts his all into this claiming, I decide I need to let go as well. My moans start to grow in pitch and frequency as I get closer and closer to the edge.
Sometimes my husband will edge me for hours, and I'm glad that is not the case tonight. I need him too much for that. I need to be filled with his baby-making seed. When the dam bursts inside me, I yell out his name. I know the storm outside will muffle my cries of passion.
My pussy clenches around his cock like a vise and starts to milk him for all he's got. Pretty soon, his movements become erratic, and his hot cum is squirting inside my womb. He collapses on top of me, being mindful of his weight.
"You've just killed me, wife."
"And you've just claimed me, husband."
After a few moments, he gets off the bed and starts undressing. Finally, now we get to be skin to skin. I watch him carefully as he climbs back into the bed. He immediately draws me on top of him, and I sigh in relief. We're together, we're in love, and we're making babies for our future.
There's nothing more I could ask for than this.