Chapter 40
The Heels Stay On
? Lose Control - Teddy Swims
Griffin
I couldn’t have pulled off the surprise without Selena’s help. She did the bulk of the planning, down to selecting a gown and a wedding venue. It’s been in the works for months now, and everything went off without a hitch.
After the wedding ceremony, we pose for photos, then we join my family back on the cliffside terrace for a fully catered meal. Good food and good company, as my father so often says in his toasts.
As the night winds down, we share our first dance in front of the glass railing where we said, ‘I do,’ the sunset sky casting my wife in an ethereal light.
Halfway through, I motion for Mama to bring Jessie over, and we finish the dance together as a family. There isn’t a single thing I would’ve done differently, except maybe marry her six years sooner.
I give a short speech to thank everyone for coming, and we head back to our suite for a repeat honeymoon that we’ll both remember this time.
We’ll see everyone again tomorrow. Angie doesn’t know it yet, but I extended our stay to make the trip worthwhile for my family.
For now, I’m itching to strip my wife out of her dress and have my way with her.
I carry Angelina bridal style into the suite, not stopping until we reach the balcony. She laughs as I set her down on her feet.
“You know there’s a perfectly good bedroom in there, right?” Her voice is quiet and sultry as she slides her hands beneath the lapels of my jacket to push it off my shoulders and down my arms.
“We’ll get there later,” I murmur, fingering the ends of her silky dark hair. “First, I’m going to take you right here like I did that night in Vegas, and I’m going to make sure you remember it tomorrow and every goddamn day after that.”
Her fingers move to the buttons on my dress shirt as I cup her face in my palm, kissing her roughly. Her tongue tangles with mine, frantic and so goddamn delicious. I drop my arms so she can tug it all of the way off, never breaking the kiss.
Once my arms are free, I grip her hips and whirl her around to face the wall that serves as a balcony railing. “That sexy little slit in your dress has been taunting me all goddamn night.”
She rests her palms on the edge as I work at the corset laces, keeping her body hidden from view.
It takes far too long, and my patience is wearing thin.
I let out a low groan as the gown pools at her feet, leaving her in nothing but a lacy white thong and a pair of white high heels that tie around her ankles. “Fucking hell. The heels stay on.”
She glances over her shoulder at me, a mischievous smile on her pouty pink lips. Without breaking eye contact, she widens her stance, one foot at a time. “Touch me. Please.”
I click my tongue. “Patience, baby girl. I’m just getting started.”
I run my palm from the nape of her neck all the way to her round ass, giving one cheek a light squeeze. “I want to memorize you just like this.”
I lay a stinging slap on each side of her ass, watching the soft flesh ripple as redness blooms across her creamy skin.
Needing relief, I tug over my belt buckle and pull down the zipper, freeing my straining erection from its confines. I’m hard as steel and already leaking pre cum.
Angelina’s tongue peeks out to lick her lips, and I nearly come undone. I want to feel her mouth on me, but there’s something else I want so much more than that.
I sink to my knees behind her and spread her cheeks, running my tongue along the length of her. I pause, flicking over her clit several times. Her breath hitches, and she shudders.
I squeeze her ass, licking around the tight ring of muscle between her cheeks, then back down to circle her clit again. Her pussy gives me everything I need, soaking my beard, her arousal dripping down her thighs.
Sliding two fingers into her tight heat, I begin to stroke her inner walls in time with my ministrations.
Her moans and sighs fill the quiet balcony, and her body begins to convulse.
“That’s right. Give it to me. Let me feel you come on my fingers and tongue like the good little wife I know you can be. ”
She unravels at the sound of my voice, body convulsing. I return my mouth to her pussy, tongue fucking her through the high. I stand with my fingers still inside of her, stroking slowly now. My lips skate along her neck and upper back, peppering her with soft kisses.
“Give me one more.”
“I can’t,” she says breathily.
“You can and you will.”
I turn her face and take her mouth, giving her a taste of her arousal. She moans against my lips as I slide my thumb into her ass.
“Touch yourself,” I tell her. “Play with that pretty little clit for me.”
One hand disappears between her thighs, and she drops her head against her forearm. Both holes clench around me as I match her pace. After a few more rough strokes, she comes for a second time, whimpering my name as the orgasm overtakes her.
As the climax subsides, I slip my fingers into my mouth and lick up every drop of her release. She watches me with hooded eyes, still catching her breath.
She stands and takes my cock, stroking me languidly. “Let me taste you,” she whines.
I press a gentle kiss to her lips. “We have all night for that. First, you need to be stuffed full of my cock.”
I take a fistful of her hair, angling her head to the side.
“God yes,” she breathes.
“Say my name.” My lips travel down the side of her neck, licking and nipping at her flesh.
“Griffin.” She whimpers my name, sending a jolt of electricity to my dick.
“That’s right. Remember that when I’m buried deep inside of you.”
I reach into my back pocket and pull out a condom, holding it between us.
She glances from the small foil wrapper to me with some unspoken emotion on her face.
She takes it between two white-tipped fingers and tosses it aside.
“I want you to fill me up completely.” She captures my hand and presses it to her soft belly. “Put another baby in me, Griffin.”
My throat constricts, and my heart lurches in my chest. I sweep the hair away from her face, letting my fingers trace the line of her cheek and jaw. “I promised I would never make you go through that again. Jessie is enough for me, you know that.”
“I know, and I love you for it, but I want this. I talked to the doctor and stopped my birth control before the trip. I wanted to surprise you.”
“Says the woman who hates surprises.”
“But you love them, so it balances out.”
A laugh escapes me, and I kiss her soundly. “Are you sure?”
“Positive. I want to have another baby with you.”
Waylaying every plan I had for fucking her on the balcony, I scoop her into my arms and carry her into the bedroom. I lay her across the soft mattress and strip off my pants, but I don’t move over her just yet.
She props herself on her elbows, watching me stroke my rigid length. “I’ve seen some of the most gorgeous places in Europe, but nothing compares to this view.”
I climb onto the bed, covering her body with mine. “I can’t wait any longer to be inside of you.”
“Fuck me, husband.” She reaches between us, taking my cock in hand and lining it up with her entrance.
I push forward, sliding into her wet pussy inch by inch.
I pull out and thrust forward again, slowly sinking deeper and deeper each time until I can’t get any closer.
Once I’m fully seated, I still, relishing this feeling of completeness I’ve only ever experienced with my wife, the woman I love more than life itself.
“I love you,” I murmur. “I love you so fucking much, Angel.”
“I love you, too.”
She winds her arms around my neck and kisses me again. That’s the last tender moment before I lose control and fuck her fast and hard. Each thrust feels like pure ecstasy. We moan and whimper, our combined sounds filling the quiet bedroom like a lurid symphony.
Her fingers tangle in my hair, and she clenches around me as I drive her closer to her third climax. “Yes. Fuck. Don’t stop.”
She finally tumbles over the precipice, taking me right along with her. The orgasm tears through me, and I fill her with my release, careful to keep it all inside so it can take root.
I roll us onto our sides and gently pull out. When my cum leaks out of her, I take two fingers and push them right back in. “Can’t waste a single drop.”
“You’re ridiculous,” she says.
“No, Angel. I’m just a man in love.” I cradle her in my arms and press her palm against my chest, above the rapidly beating heart that belongs to her and Jessie, and perhaps, someday soon, another little baby who looks just like his mama.