Chapter 32 – Andie
ANDIE
“This is a beautiful room,” I said as we dropped our bags by the room door.
We were at the hotel where Baz and Alice were getting married the following day.
It was an old manor house with original flooring and mouldings.
The fireplaces were huge and most of them still worked.
It had so much character and I loved looking at all the intricate details on the walls and ceilings.
“It is; everything is so clean and tidy. Let’s mess it up,” Morgan said, pulling my arse into his already hardening cock and unzipping my dress.
My breath hitched and my pussy pulsed. I would never ever get enough of him. He pulled the dress down my arms and let it fall to the floor.
“Fucking perfect,” he whispered as he peppered my shoulders with feather like kisses, pushing down my bra straps. He fiddled a little with the clasp of my bra before finally getting it and dropping it on top of my dress.
“Morg, take me,” I moaned as he cupped my breast firmly.
“Oh, I intend to fuck you baby until your throat is raw.” He turned me to look up into his eyes.
I loved how they turned darker when he was turned on. He walked me backwards to the bed until my legs hit the mattress, then gently lay me down, my legs still hung off the end. He lifted my leg and pressed little kisses all the way up until he reached my pussy.
“Oh fuck.” My hips bucked as he sucked at me through my panties.
“We don’t need these.” He grinned up at me as he dragged the panties down my legs.
He dropped to his knees and placed my legs over his shoulders. “You want me, baby?” He licked once from slit to clit.
“Yes, Morgan, yes, please,” I begged. Pulling my pussy into his face, he licked me, hardening his tongue and fucking me with it, pushing inside, his moans vibrating through me. “Fuck, yes…yes…yes.” I ran my hands through my hair and gripped it tightly. “I need more, Morg.”
I was quickly approaching orgasm, but my greedy pussy needed him inside me.
Morgan lowered my legs and pushed his fingers inside me, curling them and pumping hard and fast whilst his tongue lapped at my clit.
My hands cupped my breasts and pinched my nipples hard, that was it, I felt the tingling build in my legs, and the pressure down below, before my orgasm washed over me.
“Yes, fuck yes. Keep going, Morg. Oh, fuck.”
“You taste so fucking good, baby.” He planted a kiss onto my stomach.
“That’s not fair. You’re still dressed.” I fake pouted. I got up onto my shaky knees and tugged at the buttons on his shirt impatiently.
“Let me.” He chuckled, taking over for me.
I scooted back up the bed and watched as he undressed, painfully slow, but soon enough he was pushing down his trousers and boxers. His cock was hard, and I could see it pulsing. He gripped it and started pumping.
“You’re fucking stunning, Andie.” His breaths were short, his chest heaving.
“Come here.” I hooked my finger at him.
He crawled up the bed, in between my legs, leaving a wet trail of kisses all the way up my body, before taking my mouth with his. I reached down with one hand, gripping his shaft, and positioned the head of his cock at my entrance as my other hand held onto his arse and pulled him towards me.
“Needy, are we?” he grinned.
“Always for you. I need you inside me.” I lifted my hips as he thrust into me.
“Fuck.” I threw back my head and lifted my hips.
“Yeah, that’s good baby,” he moaned, thrusting harder and faster.
“Wait, baby, wait.” I dragged my nails down his back. My words said stop, but my hands had other ideas.
“Did I hurt you?” He stopped thrusting and looked worried.
“No, you didn’t hurt me. Lie down.” I wiggled from underneath him. He smiled sexily at me and lay on his back. “Hands up here,” I told him, placing his hand on the headboard spindles. It was my turn to drive him crazy. “Do not let go.”
“Oh, Andie,” Morgan moaned as I sucked at his neck.
My marks along his neck turned me on—he was mine. I kissed down his chest, to his stomach, and the deep V of his hips, nipping and sucking as I went. Taking his cock into my mouth all the way to the back of my throat, tasting myself on him.
“Fuck baby, I’m close won’t last long.”
Morgan thrust his hips. I bobbed my head up and down, swirling my tongue over his tip as I went. I looked up at him, still holding the bars of the headboard, his gorgeous body fully open to me.
I stopped sucking and scooted up, so my legs were either side of him and positioned his cock at my entrance. “You want me?” I asked him, easing down so just the tip was entering me.
“Yes, baby, yes, please.” He looked at me hungrily, his chest heaving and hips bucking.
“How much?” I smiled cheekily at him, raised myself, then lowered again so just the tip entered me.
“Fuck.” His hips jerked. “I need you, Andie. I need you so bad, baby. Please, give it to me.”
I eased all the way down on his cock. I loved the way he filled me. I rode him fast, letting his moans wash over me. He was so fucking perfect. How had it taken me so long to see it?
“Baby, I need to be holding you.”
“Yes, Morgan, take me, now.”
I leant forward, placing my hands either side of his head and took possession of his mouth with mine. Morgan took over the thrusting, his hands on my hips, fingers digging into the skin.
“Yes, Morgan. That’s it, right there, keep going.” I panted, angling my hips so he was hitting the right spot with each thrust. Another orgasm hit me as I felt Morgan tense underneath me.
“Fuck, Andie … fuck.” He gave a few more weak jerks before collapsing to the mattress and pulling me down with him. “I love you, and I hope you never get bored of me and our sex life.”
“What?” I laughed and looked up at him. “Morgan, each time we have sex I orgasm at least twice, and I know it won’t always be like that. But you are so fucking amazing. It’s not all about sex. A relationship is about intimacy, yes, but there are other ways to be intimate. I love you.”
“I know, I just worry sometimes,” he said, stroking my hair.
I shifted to his side but kept my legs entangled with his.
“Morgan, you have nothing to worry about, honestly. I am with you, all yours, one hundred percent, if I ever feel something is wrong with us, I will always talk to you first and you should do that with me. If something is bothering you, you must talk to me. Okay?” I pressed a kiss to his lips.
“Okay. I promise. From now on, I will tell you everything.”
“Is there something I should know?” I asked.
“Sometimes my old insecurities come back, and I feel you may be better off with someone else.” He pulled me back down and stroked my back.
I climbed back onto him, sitting on top of his now softened cock. “Hey, I would not be better off with someone else, okay? I never want to let you go. I love you and I will keep telling you that until you believe me. There’s no getting rid of me now. I love you. I love you. I love you.”
“Okay, okay.” He laughed, pulling me down and kissing me softly.
The following day was Baz and Alice’s wedding.
I dressed in a soft-pink, knee length dress, and a faux fur matching pink shrug.
I left my hair down in soft curls and did a little makeup, in soft pinks also.
I watched Morgan as he dressed in his grey, best-man’s suit, with a dusky pink waistcoat.
The jacket made his shoulders look wider and the trousers hugged his tight arse.
“Morg, you look so good in that suit.” I padded up behind him and ran my hands over his chest.
He turned to me and smiled. “And you look beautiful.” He bent and placed a soft kiss to my lips. “I have something for you.”
He took my hand gently and led me to the bed where I sat down. I watched him, my head tilted to the side as he rummaged around the weekend bag he had brought with him. He handed me a small wooden box. Intricate vines, leaves, and flowers had been carved into the exterior.
“It’s beautiful. Did you make this?” I turned the piece around in my hands admiring the workmanship.
“I did. I remembered what you said about loving the puzzle boxes. Open it.” He watched me eagerly.
I fiddled around with the box, pressing and pushing as my mind whirred through the possibilities in how to open it.
I finally got it and pushed open the lid.
Inside was a small silver broach with a pink jewel.
I pinned it to my dress at the cleavage.
I waked to the floor length mirror and admired it.
It fit perfectly and looked as though it was a part of the dress. Happy tears pricked at my eyes.
“Do you like it?” Morgan stood behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and his head on my shoulder as our eyes met in the mirror.
I grinned at him, turning in his arms and kissing him softly. “I love it. Thank you, the box and the broach are both so beautiful. I can’t believe you made that for me.”
“Neither are as beautiful as you, baby. I love you, Andie.”
“I love you, too.” I pulled him back in for another kiss, each of us getting lost in the others taste and dance of our tongues.
We pulled apart after hearing loud, excited voices outside of our door.
“Time to go?” I asked.
Morgan checked his watch. “Yep, I’d better get to Baz. I’ll see you down there, beautiful.” He planted a kiss on my cheek and was out the door.
I sat alone at the wedding, not knowing anyone else there as Morgan stood in his rightful place next to Baz.
Alice looked beautiful, as any bride should, in a mermaid style white dress covered in delicate lace.
My heart grew and my eyes glistened when I listened to their vows, but I couldn’t take my eyes off Morgan.
He smiled at me and my heart just about burst.
I waited on the sidelines as the photographs were being taken outdoors, smiling at all the love and happiness surrounding me. “Can I have friends of the bride and groom now, please?” the photographer yelled.
“Andie?” I heard my voice being called by Baz.