8. Epilogue - Jacob
White silk fabric is my new enemy.
All I wanted to do was to throw my new bride down on the bed and sink myself into her, or bend her over the couch and fuck her until she screamed. But I had just been informed rather matter-of-factly that it would ‘ruin her dress’. She’s an absolute vision - but this strapless dress that hugs her breasts before falling like a silky river over her body was ruining my plans.
“You’re no fun today” I whisper into her neck as I not-so-gently nibble her ear.
Alex sighs. “Excuse me, I’m a lot of fun today - but we do have a bar filled with people expecting to see the bride and groom at some point.”
I can’t help but smile. My bride. Mine forever. I still can’t quite believe that this perfect, sassy, intelligent woman agreed to be my wife, to stay in my small town, and be the light I didn’t know I was missing in my life. Seeing her walk down the aisle brought me to actual tears, which unfortunately Ethan didn’t miss. As best man it was his duty to behave himself today, but I know he’ll find a way to mock me for it.
He doesn’t get it. He’s never felt like this. But god, I hope he does one day. Everyone should feel this kind of happiness.
And speaking of happiness - I distract my blushing bride with tantilising kisses as I slowly unzip her dress. Of course it doesn’t work for long.
“Jacob! The dress!”
“You said not to take it off - so I won’t.” With a wink I twist her around so her back is against my chest, and angle our bodies towards the full-length mirror in the corner. My mouth gets back to work on her collarbone at the same time as my hand slides through the now open zip and skims over her corset - damn, I cannot wait to get that off later. I watch her eyes close and her mouth falls open as she enjoys the sensations. Watching her pleasure is my new favourite hobby. Knowing we only have a few minutes, I only lightly brush over her breasts before sending my fingers south and sliding them straight to her centre. Which is surprisingly lacking in panties.
Alex catches the look of surprise in the mirror and giggles. “Told you I was a lot of fun today.”
This woman. My bulge strains against my pants but there’s no time to take care of that. Instead I nudge her legs apart and sink two fingers into her. The giggle dissolves into a gentle cry as her cheeks flush with desire. Alex melts back into me and curls her arm around my neck to help her stay upright. In no time she’s panting and softly moaning my name, and her climax hits her so hard she has to clamp her lips closed to muffle the scream. I continue to stroke her and kiss her neck as she rides my soaked fingers through her bliss. Fuck, she’s incredible.
Suddenly the music cuts out and there’s three loud bangs on the door. “Can you two stop fucking so we can cut this cake?” The crowd cheers.
“Fuck off, Ethan. We’ll be there in a minute.”
The DJ (and by DJ I mean Lucas and a playlist) cranks out some Michael Jackson and the party continues.
I untangle myself from Alex and zip my new wife back into her wedding dress. She turns to face me and smiles softly, a mix of post-orgasm bliss and post-wedding bliss. “I’ll pay you back for that tonight.”
I kiss her forehead and chuckle. “Oh honey. I haven’t even started.”