Chapter 25
Haden
I haven’t stopped smiling for hours. She’s mine. She’s really mine. It’s official; signed in ink.
This day couldn’t have been more perfect or gone more smoothly. I was able to get wedding bands, the stunning dress my wife is wearing, as well as several other items, without a problem this morning.
And damn. I chose well. I’ve spent hours just looking at her as she giggles and blushes. Most of that time, I’ve held her hand in mine, but occasionally, we have separated so her sisters could fawn over her and her male relatives could congratulate me and give me shit.
We called our parents after lunch to share the news. Hers were shocked. They joked that something must be in the water at this mansion. Most of us would agree with that sentiment. But they were happy for us.
My parents were beyond tickled. I’m forty. They thought I would never marry. I promised them we would visit them in Florida sometime soon.
The biggest relief of the day came when the sheriff called to say that Leonard Winters had confessed to forgery and was being handed over to Nevada authorities. We could stop worrying about that problem for now. It wasn’t going to affect our day.
When Gretchen brings out the cake, Emilia twirls around and floats toward me. Her dress is a pale pink. So pale it’s almost white. It has layers of lightweight material and a sequin-covered bodice. She looks like a fairy.
She grabs my hand. “Come on. Cake.”
I didn’t know she was so interested in cake, but I follow her indulgently and enjoy the tradition of cutting a slice and feeding each other a bite.
As soon as she licks her lips of the lemon frosting, she rises onto her tiptoes, pulls my head down, and says, “Can we be done with this party?”
I chuckle. Now I understand why she was eager to cut the cake. “Yes, baby. Let’s escape.” It’s the best idea I’ve heard all day. I’m eager to have my wife all to myself.
Granted, there will be four other couples in the house.
We can’t help that. I considered other options.
Kicking everyone out for the night isn’t reasonable.
Sleeping in the RV for privacy sounds awful.
It’s cramped. The bed isn’t as comfortable as hers.
The bathroom is so tiny that we can’t fit in the shower together.
We could have gone to town and stayed in the bed and breakfast, but then Emilia would have been worried about strangers hearing her moan. At least at the house—even though eight other people will undoubtedly hear us fucking—they won’t be shocked. Hell, they’ll probably be having sex, too.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned since I moved into the house—there is no lack of sex. Whimpers and gasps and moans can be heard at all hours in this mansion, especially on the second floor.
It needs better sound-proofing. I’m going to work on that in the early renovation stages. Not only to cut down on the noises from kinky play, but when babies are born, all we’ll hear in every corner of the house is crying. No one will get any sleep, including the children.
With my wife’s hand in mine, I tug her toward the back stairs while no one is looking. As soon as we’re out of everyone’s line of sight, I press her against the wall in the stairwell and kiss her deeply.
She melts against me, her hands coming to the front of my suit. A suit I bought this morning before buying her dress. Thank goodness I was able to find one that fit on such short notice.
Finally, I bend down and lift Emilia into my arms, cradling her against me bridal style as I climb the stairs. Enough wasting time. No more waiting. I’m going to make this woman mine in every way.
She giggles as I slam the door to our room and lock it. I head straight for the bed, where I unceremoniously drop my girl so that she bounces. Her face is lit up as she laughs.
I’m a man with a mission, though. I flip her over and pull the zipper all the way down her back before shoving the straps down and tugging the rest of it off. Her heels fall to the floor with the dress.
She’s wearing a very sexy strapless bra-and-panty set.
I bought those, too. Emilia likes it when I buy her lingerie, and I like it when my wife smiles.
So I’ll buy her sexy intimate apparel as often as possible for the rest of my life.
Lots of it. She’ll need new pieces as her body changes over time.
When I step back to remove my suit, she scrambles to turn around and slide off the edge of the bed. Her hands come to the buttons on my shirt to help me as I shrug out of my jacket and kick off my shoes. We’re like frantic teenagers who need to hurry before our parents get home.
“So many buttons,” she complains. When she reaches the last one, she switches to opening my pants while I yank the shirt off my arms. We throw my clothes on the floor to join hers.
My girl is still wearing her lingerie, but as soon as I’m naked, she drops to her knees, grabs my thighs, and sucks my cock into her mouth.
“Emilia…” Fuck me. My eyes roll back. This was not in the plan, but it’s difficult to stop her. Nothing has ever felt so good in my life.
This is not how I want to come for the first time tonight, though. I want to be buried in her pussy. So deep she forgets her new name. Emilia Geltman.
Grabbing her face to steady her, I pop my cock free of her mouth and tip her head back. “Naughty girl.”
Her cheeks are pink, and she gives me a devious grin.
I laugh before reaching down to lift her onto her feet. Before she can protest, I spin her around and press her chest against the mattress, leaving her feet dangling. I pop the clasp on her bra and tug her panties down her legs.
She yelps when I give her bottom a hard swat. But she moans when I push one knee between hers and bring my thigh up to rub her pussy.
With a hand in the middle of her back, I hold her down and rub her against my leg until she’s writhing.
“Haden…”
I need to taste her.
I love how confused she is as I manhandle her again, flipping her over and spreading her out in the middle of the bed.
My girl is panting and trembling. “Please…”
“I’m going to take care of you, baby. Every inch of you.” I bring my mouth to her pussy and drag my tongue through her folds before pushing it inside her.
Her small hands come to my head, threading though my hair, holding me against her pussy. I’ve denied her even this much penetration for a week. The only thing she’s had inside her was tampons.
When I switch to suckling and flicking her clit, she cries out. Her first orgasm of the evening. I continue eating her like a starving man, forcing my girl’s release to build again until her body jolts with another strong orgasm.
After wiping my lips on the sheets, I rise over her.
I love how flushed she is, how sated as she whimpers and squirms. I need to take a moment to stare at her body. I never want to forget this day.
Suddenly, I scoot off the side of the bed and stand.
“Don’t move, baby.” I find my pants and extract my phone from the pocket.
I need to capture the way she looks right now.
She doesn’t know what to expect. She’s never had her cunt filled with my cock.
She thinks she feels amazing from what I can do to her clit and her labia.
Emilia doesn’t know what she’ll feel when I fill her with my cock.
I lift the phone and start snapping, moving around her so I can get every angle.
“Haden…” Her voice trails off. She’s too limp to close herself off from me. Her heavy arms and legs are spread open, allowing me to take all the pictures I want of her swollen pussy and gorgeous nipples. Her breasts are perfection. They’ll never look like this again.
“Can you turn over for me, baby? Get on your hands and knees?”
She gives me a languid smile. “You’re so kinky.”
“I am. You love it.”
After slowly rolling onto her stomach, she pushes to all fours, spins around, and crawls toward me. She holds her head high, her hips swaying seductively, her breasts so fucking mouth-watering.
“There… Stay right there.” I bend down and keep tapping the screen. I probably have a hundred pictures already. I don’t care. I can never have too many.
I love the way she pulls her shoulders back and lifts her head farther, bringing attention to her tits.
With one hand, I reach out and fondle a nipple before giving it a tug. “I can’t wait for these to swell and elongate. I’m going to suckle them every day and take pictures as they grow.”
“Haden…” My name on her lips is so breathy. Desperate.
“Come up onto your knees, baby.”
She pushes up so that she’s now a goddess on display for me, back straight, knees planted wide.
“Place your arms behind your head, Emilia.”
She obeys me so quickly. Her eyes are glassy with lust. She knows how sexy she is. Her breasts are amazing like this, pulled high. So pert. Her nipples… Damn. Tiny and hard. Not as hard as my cock, though.
I’m naked, too, so my erection is bobbing in front of me. Impatient, but I need these pictures.
“Good girl. Lie back now. Spread your legs open.”
She whimpers as she follows my orders and parts her thighs obscenely.
“Fuck, you’re sexy, Emilia. I’m breathless looking at you.” I keep taking more pictures.
My girl reaches between her legs and parts her folds, exposing herself more fully to my camera and my gaze.
I finally toss the phone onto the nightstand and climb over her.
Her eyes are barely open, but she’s smiling. “Are you satisfied that you got enough dirty pictures?”
I lean over her and kiss her nipples one at a time. “Yes, baby. But I’ll take more later because you like how naughty it makes you feel knowing there are dozens of pictures of your naked body on my camera in so many compromising positions.”
“How about you fuck me now?”
I kiss her nipples again, teasing her, making her arch and squirm. “What do you want, baby?”
“I want your cock inside me. I want your come filling me.”