15. Addie
Chapter 15
Addie
I ’m nervous, but not in a bad way. I’ve never felt more sure about anything in my life. It’s not even that I’m nervous about marrying Noah. It’s more like I’m just anxious to be his wife already. We haven’t even told anyone what we’re doing yet. I know everyone is going to be shocked, and maybe a little hurt that we didn’t include them, but we decided we’ll have a party later so everyone can help us celebrate. For right now, it’s about us, not everyone else.
I’m sitting at a vanity table in a little room at the back of the chapel by myself, putting on my make-up as I dream about my wedding night. I think I’m more excited about that than I am the actual wedding ceremony.
Nate will be here any minute with the dress, so I better pull it together. I expected to be buzzing with nervous energy, but a strange calm has settled over me. It’s like everything just feels right. Like this was always the plan.
There’s a knock at the door, and then it opens to reveal my dad carrying the garment bag containing my dress. He hangs it on a hook on the wall before turning to face me.
“You look beautiful, monster,” he says, and I can hear the emotion in his voice. “I’m so happy to be here to see this.”
“I’m glad you’re here too. I’m glad we found each other.”
“Me, too... And I have something for you. I know it’s not exactly the real thing, but I’ll get you one soon enough. Here,” he says and hands me his phone.
I look on the screen and see a beautiful young woman, smiling, holding a baby as sunlight kisses her skin. She’s got long dark hair, and bright hazel eyes. Her skin is a soft golden tan, and her nose is adorned with a cute little stud.
“Oh my god,” I whisper. “Is this her?”
“It’s both of you. I had my neighbor go in my house and get in the trunk where I keep it. He snapped a picture and sent it to me. I’ll get you a copy made just as soon as I get home, but I can text this one to you in the meantime so you have it.”
“Thank you,” I say, and my eyes fill with tears. “She was so beautiful. I look like her.”
“She was,” he says, his voice cracking. “And you are, too... I better let you get changed. I’ll go check on the groom,” he says, and pats my arm before leaving me alone. I want to bawl my eyes out, but somehow I manage to keep the tears at bay.
Slipping into my dress, I look in the mirror and can’t believe how different I look. I feel like a princess, even if this is a very non-traditional wedding and I’m wearing a black dress. I don’t give a fuck about tradition. I just care about what feels right for us. And this feels right.
There’s another knock on the door just after I’m dressed, and Nate pops his head in to tell me it’s time. I nod and take one last look in the mirror. “I hope I make you proud, mom,” I whisper. “I know in my heart you’re here with me.”
“You look amazing,” my dad says as I join him in the hallway. He holds out his arm for me to take and leads me into the main room of the chapel. It’s not overly decorated or anything, but it doesn’t matter though, because all I see is Noah standing at the end of the aisle waiting for me. He looks so handsome in his black suit that I can’t help but swoon. He’s got on a tie, and his hair is slicked back away from his face. His beard is neatly trimmed, and his green eyes sparkle as they meet mine. I’m lost in his gaze, and I don’t even notice when we stop walking until Nate kisses my cheek. He takes my hand and places it in Noah’s.
“Be happy, monster,” he says with a warm smile before taking his seat.
Noah takes both of my hands and holds them tight. The minister begins the ceremony, but all I hear is my heart pounding. It’s like I’m in a daze, and the whole thing is a blur. Before I know it, we’re saying our vows and exchanging rings that we only picked out this morning. It’s not the traditional vows, but we didn’t want that.
“Addison Winters,” he says, taking a deep breath. “I promise to love you forever and always. I promise to cherish every moment we have together, and I promise to make sure that you never forget how much you mean to me. I promise to always be your home, your family for the rest of our lives.”
“Noah Thrasher, I promise to always stand by you, to support you no matter what. I promise to trust you, even when my instinct is to run... I promise to love you with everything I have. You are my best friend, and the only partner I want to travel through this life with me. I love you so much.”
“I now pronounce you Mr. and Mrs. Thrasher,” the minister declares. “You may kiss your bride.”
Noah leans in and kisses me deeply, passionately. I wrap my arms around his neck, and he lifts me off the ground. Our tongues dance together as we lose ourselves in each other. He sets me back down and looks into my eyes, smiling widely.
“I love you, baby girl,” he says softly, kissing me again before taking my hand and leading me back down the aisle.
“I love you, too, husband,” I reply, my heart bursting with happiness.
We have a few photos taken in the chapel before we all head out. Nate hugs us both and says, “I’ll give you two newlyweds some time alone.”
“Breakfast tomorrow?” I ask. “Before we all head home?”
“I wouldn’t miss it,” he says. “Congratulations again,” he says as we all walk out of the chapel. He heads off to his truck and we head to ours.
Noah opens the door for me, but stops me before I can get in.
“What should we do now, Mrs. Thrasher?”
“I don’t know, Mr. Thrasher. What do married people do?”
“They fuck, of course,” he says, smirking. “They fuck until they can’t anymore... or at least until they’re hungry and have to stop to eat.”
“So, what you’re telling me is that we’ll have sex, order room service, have more sex until the food shows up, eat the food, and keep having sex until we finally collapse from all the sex we’ve had? Does that sound right?”
“That about sums it up. We’ll have to get up pretty early to have breakfast with your dad before we head out, but we can probably squeeze in a morning fuck before we go.”
“So we better get started then, don’t you think?” I say, and he pulls me into his arms, kissing me hard. “We have a lot of fucking to do,” I say as he pulls back.
“That we do,” he replies, kissing me once more before taking my hand and helping me up into the truck.
It isn’t long before we’re back in our room, and Noah is pushing me against the door as soon as it’s closed, crashing his lips against mine. I wrap my arms around his neck and moan softly when his tongue slides against mine. His hands are on my hips, and he grinds his cock against me. I can feel him getting harder by the second as he rocks his hips back and forth, making sure I know just how much he wants me.
He pulls back, breaking our kiss and says, “Are you ready to be mine forever?”
“I’ve been yours since the first time we met,” I say, running my fingers through his hair. “I just didn’t know it yet.”
“Aren’t you glad you made that stupid, drunken bet with me then? Even if you did want to kill me after you saw what I’d done?”
“Very,” I laugh. “But I’m still not sure how I feel about that tattoo,” I tease.
He laughs, and I can’t help but join him.
“You fucking love it,” he says, and I can’t deny that I do. “Now as gorgeous as you are in this dress, let’s get you out of it because you’re even more beautiful when you’re naked.”
I smile, and he takes my hand, leading me over to the bed. He slowly unzips my dress, letting it fall to the floor in a pile at my feet. He kisses me again before he unhooks my bra. I let it fall down my arms and drop it onto the pile with my dress. He cups my breasts in his hands, kneading them gently, and I moan, eager for more. He runs his thumbs over my nipples, causing them to harden under his touch.
“Fuck, I can’t wait to taste these again,” he says, bending down to suck one into his mouth while pinching the other one between his fingers. I moan again and arch my back, pressing myself farther into his mouth.
“Oh god,” I breathe as he switches to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment. He keeps going back and forth, sucking, licking, and biting my nipples, driving me wild with desire.
Dropping to his knees, he pulls my panties down my legs and looks up at me as he runs his hands over my thighs. “I’m the luckiest man in the world,” he says, his voice full of awe. “Look at how sexy you are,” he says, kissing my stomach. “Every inch of your soft skin, ever curve of your body.” He moves down, kissing my hips, kissing the tattoo that he marked me with. “You’re my own personal amusement park, you know that.” He kisses my inner thigh. “And I’m about to take my favorite ride... But not before I have my favorite snack.”
I gasp as he parts me and his tongue flicks against my clit. My knees nearly buckle from the sheer pleasure of it. He wraps his arms around my legs, holding me steady as he devours me. His tongue slides through my folds, circling my clit before he sucks it into his mouth. I cry out and tangle my fingers in his hair as he continues to lick and suck and drive me insane.
He slips two fingers inside me, and I’m so wet that he slides right in. He curls them upward, stroking that sensitive spot that makes me see stars. My legs start to tremble, and my breathing is ragged. I fall back onto the bed, and Noah follows me, never missing a beat. He keeps fucking me with his tongue and fingers until my orgasm crashes over me. It’s so intense that I’m almost embarrassed by how loud I’m moaning. He doesn’t stop, though. He keeps going, drawing out my pleasure for as long as possible, until I finally have to push him away because I can’t take anymore.
“Fuck, that was hot,” he says, standing up and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
“You’re too fucking good at that,” I pant.
“I know,” he says smugly. “It might be my greatest talent. Fuck the tattooing. My real artistry is in pussy eating.”
“Only mine though, right?”
“Oh fuck yea. Your pussy is the only canvas I need, and I’ll gladly continue to improve my artistic skills every chance I get.”
“Good,” I say and reach for his belt. “Now let me practice my skills.”
I unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants before pushing them down his hips along with his underwear. His cock springs free and I wrap my hand around him. I stroke him a few times as he kicks off his shoes, pants, and underwear before pulling his shirt off and tossing it onto the floor. He stands there naked, his cock hard and ready for me. I lean forward and gently take him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head, deliberately sucking him as slowly as I can. He groans and grabs my head, guiding it back and forth as I continue to suck his cock. I relax my jaw and take him deeper into my mouth, feeling him hit the back of my throat. I pull back, then go down again, repeating the process until he’s a groaning mess.
“Enough,” he says. “I need inside you. Now.”
I release him from my mouth with a pop, and he pushes me back onto the bed, climbing on top of me. He kisses me hard as he lines himself up with my entrance and pushes in slowly. I moan into his mouth, loving the feeling of him filling me completely. He starts to move, thrusting his hips as he kisses me again. I wrap my legs around him and pull him deeper into me.
“I want you to ride me,” he says, breaking the kiss. He rolls us over and I find myself on top of him. “I want to watch those beautiful tits bounce as you take my cock.”
I start to move, slowly at first, but then faster and faster as I get into a rhythm. I place my hands on his chest, bracing myself as I bounce up and down on him. His hands grab my ass, squeezing and kneading the flesh as I ride him. He reaches between us and rubs my clit with his thumb, sending shockwaves through my body.
“Fuck, you look so fucking hot like this,” he says, his eyes locked on mine. “Riding my dick like a good little wife.”
I moan, and he pinches my nipple, sending a jolt of pain mixed with pleasure through me. I throw my head back, arching my spine and pushing my breasts out. I ride him hard and fast, and he matches my pace, thrusting his hips up to meet me. I can feel my orgasm building, and I know I’m close. I can tell by the way his cock is swelling inside me that he is, too.
“I want you to come inside me. Come so deep inside me. Give me a baby,” I tell him, and his eyes go wide. I don’t know where it came from, but it’s what I want. “Will you give that to me, husband?”
He doesn’t say anything, but his grip on my ass tightens, and he flips me to my back where he starts pounding into me harder. I cry out as he slams into me over and over again. I’m so close, and then it hits me. It’s like a wave crashing over me, and I’m drowning in it. I’m gasping for air, and my entire body is trembling as the pleasure courses through me. Noah keeps thrusting, his dick pulsing inside me as he finds his release. He keeps going, fucking me through both of our orgasms until we’re both spent and struggling for breath.
“Holy shit,” he says, and I can’t help but agree. “That was fucking hot.”
“Fuck yes, it was,” I say. “I can’t believe I came that hard. I do believe an addiction just took root. I’ll never get enough of that.”
“Well, good thing for you, we are far from being done tonight.”
I laugh and run my fingers through his hair. “Maybe time to get some food? Gotta build our strength back up.”
“Food it is... Just give me a minute. I don’t want to let you go yet,” he says and kisses me again, hard and deep. We lie here like this for a while, just enjoying each other’s bodies. I run my hands over his chest, tracing the lines of his tattoos, exploring every inch of him. Eventually, he breaks the silence. “Did you mean what you said?”
I start to ask him what he means, but I already know.
“Yes, I think I did. I know we haven’t talked about it, but I can see the future that I want with you so clearly... I want a family with you... I want to break the cycle that my own parents tried to break. I want to have children with you, but even more than that, I think I want to adopt kids, too.”
“I can’t wait to do all of that with you,” he murmurs against my lips before kissing me again. “I love you so much, baby girl.”
“I love you, too, daddy.”
“Okay, now if you keep calling me that outside the bedroom when we do have kids, it’s going to make me hard every fucking time. You have no idea.”
“Oh, I think I do. I get wet for you every time you look at me, every time I think about you. Like, I had to change my panties before I got into my dress today because I got so worked up at the thought of getting married to you. I can’t control the way my body responds to you, so I don’t expect you to either.”
“Fuck, now I’m thinking of you sitting on my cock in your wedding dress. I’m gonna need that visual, baby girl. As soon as we eat, you’re putting it back on, and we’re making that a reality.”
“Deal,” I say and giggle.
“God, I love that sound,” he says and kisses my neck, causing me to giggle again. “I’m gonna order room service,” he says, rolling off the bed and grabbing the menu.
I can’t believe this is my life now. I have a husband, a father, and a future family to look forward to.
And apparently a whole night of fucking my husband in my wedding dress ahead of me. This is the happiest day of my life, and I know that there are so many more to come. So many more happy moments with Noah. I just can’t believe that this is really happening. That this is real life. That I’m not dreaming. That Noah and I are married, and we’re going to spend the rest of our lives together.
It’s too good to be true, but it is.
I’m the luckiest girl in the world.