“You aren’t giving me much incentive to behave,” she replied in a breathy voice as she wiggled out of my arms and knelt on the seat in the back of the limo to shake her ass at me.
I groaned, suddenly grateful for the privacy barrier since I already knew I wouldn’t be able to behave until after the reception.
“You could test the patience of a saint,” I said as I wrapped my hands around her waist and pulled her onto my lap.
“But you’re no saint, are you?” she asked as her hands went to my shoulders.
“I’m far from a saint,” I agreed. “Now, let’s see what I can do to instill more urgency in you about leaving this reception.”
Chapter 31
Gemma
I shuddered at Ben’s words.
His lips claimed mine in an all-consuming kiss. As his tongue swept past my lips, I repositioned myself to straddle his lap. I felt his hard dick pressed between my legs as I wiggled closer. My hands were on his cheeks, and one of his slid up between us to cup my breast before rubbing his thumb across my already hard nipple.
I moaned and whimpered into Ben’s mouth as he continued kissing me. Never had I been more grateful for heavy traffic on the strip. We had at least fifteen minutes in the limo. Fifteen minutes wasn’t long enough to do all the things I wanted with Ben. I’d be ready to snap off the heel of my shoe by the time we stepped out of the car.
Our time constraint didn’t stop me from tugging at the buttons of his shirt so I could feel his warm skin. Once I had his shirt unbuttoned, I broke the kiss and looked down at his broad chest and well-defined abdominal muscles. He had a substantial amount of ink on his chest and arms along with the nipple ring I’d felt during our first kiss.
“I can’t wait to get you naked,” he rasped out.
The image of naked Ben made me moan. “That sounds much better than eating wedding cake.”
He let out a breathy chuckle. “There is something I’d much rather eat than wedding cake right now.”
I shuddered as Ben tangled his fingers in my hair and brought my mouth back down to his. As he explored my mouth, I rocked against his erection. His tongue thrust into my mouth, mimicking what I wanted his dick to do inside of me as my hands remained on his bare chest.
Ben used a hand on my hip to guide my movements against him. The pressure was already building inside of me as his cock stroked my clit through my panties. Releasing my mouth, his lips moved down to my throat, and he sucked my pulse lightly as he used his hand on my ass to rock me against him in a more circular motion. With my head thrown back, I let out a small scream as I found my release.
My nails dug into Ben’s shoulder as the small spasms rocked through me. I needed Ben in me. “Please,” I whimpered. “You feel so good.”
“Fuck me,” he said on a ragged groan. “You are amazing.”
Our time constraints forgotten, Ben guided me down onto the seat and continued kissing me as I reached for the fastenings on his pants. Even after my orgasm, every part of my body was screaming out.
I was so caught up in the passion building between us that I didn’t notice when the limo stopped. It wasn’t until the door opened and I heard shouts and gasps that Ben broke the kiss. He cursed before looking over his shoulder.
Lifting my head, I saw that the camera was rolling, getting our every reaction. If the ride had been a few minutes longer, they might have found us doing much more. I could at least be thankful that Ben hadn’t removed any of my clothing yet.
“Sorry,” Ben whispered as he tried to find a way to get off of me without having the world see my panties. Why did this keep happening to me?
We managed to sit up and then climb out of the car as Ben tried to get his clothing back in place. My hair was a mess, and Ben’s shirt was missing a button.
I flashed Ben a nervous smile. “I think they know what we were doing.”
Ben returned my smile. “Yeah, but it’s okay because you’re my wife. I get to lose control with you. Are you okay?”
“I’m annoyed that we can’t finish what we started,” I told him as I slipped my arm around his waist and leaned into his side while we walked toward the hotel.
“This is going to be a very long reception,” Ben said with a sigh.
Chapter 32
Ben
The reception passed by in a blur. All I could think about was getting back to the hotel room with Gemma. Our make-out session in the back of the limo had left me aching for her. Every time she so much as smiled at me, my dick twitched. I’d practically sighed with relief when she’d asked me to look at her shoe because the heel felt a little loose.
Before any of the annoying wardrobe people could step in and ruin our plan, I knelt before her as she sat on a chair. Snapping off the heel of her shoe was loud, awkward, and much more difficult than I’d expected. Not surprisingly, doubt met our announcement that we had to leave due to a broken shoe.
I’d caught Rich’s look of irritation, but with the camera’s rolling, he’d kept his distance. We’d hear about this later, and I wouldn’t be surprised if they started carrying spare shoes for Gemma.
Screw the consequences!
I didn’t give a damn what anyone thought as I finally carried Gemma into our suite.
She giggled once we were inside. “I didn’t expect my trip to Vegas to end with me being carried over the threshold.”
I grinned as I carried her into the bedroom. “Even knowing I was going to get married this trip, I never expected to carry someone over the threshold.”
After setting her on the bed, I kicked out of my shoes before lying beside her. “This is much better than I could have wished for.”
“Are you about to get all sappy on me?” she asked as she reached up to stroke my cheek. “I have nothing against sappy, but for now, I’d rather pick up where we left off during our ride to the reception. As I recall, it wasn’t nearly as satisfying for you.”
“It was one of the hottest things I’ve ever experienced. I loved watching you come. I can’t wait to watch you come again,” I rasped out before I kissed her.
Gemma moaned into my mouth as I settled on top of her. She parted her legs to give me more room. I’d been at least half-hard nearly all day, and my dick was begging for relief, but I struggled to hold back. This was our first time together, and I refused to behave like a horny boy who couldn’t control himself.
I continued kissing her as she worked at the buttons on my shirt. When she started to push it off, I broke the kiss long enough to sit her up and strip her out of her dress before undoing the front of her bra.
“So perfect,” I murmured as I brushed her nipples with my thumbs. Gemma’s breasts were amazing—pert with pink nipples. I pushed off my shirt before claiming her mouth again and guiding her down onto the bed.
The feel of her breasts against my bare chest made me groan as I continued exploring her sweet mouth. Soft whimpers of need came from the back of her throat as she clutched my shoulders and bent her knees to get my dick even closer to her core. I rocked my hips to add more pressure, and she moaned loudly. Her nails dug into my shoulders as we both grew even more aroused.
I began kissing my way downward. My mouth moved along her neck, sucking gently at her pulse. When I finally reached her breasts, she let out a whimper. Taking one nipple into my mouth, I sucked, licked, and nibbled until she moaned and writhed beneath me. Only then did I move on to her other nipple, offering it the same attention until her moans grew louder.
I kissed my way along her flat belly and swirled my tongue around the hollows of her hips before settling on my stomach. Her legs went over my shoulders as I spread her waxed pussy with my fingers.
“I could look at you like this all day,” I rasped out.
“Please, Ben,” she whimpered. “Touch me.”
How could I possibly resist?
Chapter 33
Gemma
I’m not sure I could have survived any more teasing. I arched up with a loud whimper when I
felt the first touch of Ben’s tongue. It glided along my clit as I felt the rumble of his soft groan. He licked and sucked my clit like a man starved for the taste of me until I was writhing beneath him as I exploded with what felt like a dozen mini orgasms.
I’d always been very responsive, but it seemed my body was on sensation overload when it came to Ben. His tongue was like magic as it moved against me. When he slid two fingers into me, I arched off the bed to get even closer.
He sucked my clit into his mouth, strumming it with his tongue as his fingers moved in and out of my channel. When he released my clit, he swirled his tongue around it in a circular motion as his fingers curled to hit the perfect spot on the front of my channel until my small spasms turned to one giant explosion of pleasure as I screamed with my release.
After working me through my release, Ben left the bed to slip on a condom. When he returned, he grabbed my hips and pulled me to the edge of the bed. He put two hands under my ass to lift me slightly. I reached between us to position the head of his dick at my entrance, and he slid into me. His struggle to keep his movements slow while I adjusted to his size was written on his face.
As my channel eased around him, I felt the occasional pulse, and I couldn’t tell if it was remnants of my recent orgasm or a new one building. When he picked up the pace of his movements, I gasped and moaned.
“Are you okay?” he asked, slowing slightly.
“Yes,” I replied as I reached out to grip his thighs. “Don’t stop. You feel so incredible.”
His response was a groan before he started thrusting into me harder and faster.
“Oh, God,” I whimpered. “This is so good.”
“Fucking perfect.” His voice sounded strained, and his eyes were hooded as he looked down to where our bodies joined.
I saw the strain on his face as he tried to hold off his release.
“Don’t hold back,” I breathed out.
“Fuck me, Gemma,” Ben said in a ragged voice. “You feel so damn good.”
His movement grew even more intense as I felt him swell inside of me. It wasn’t long until he called out my name as he found his own release.
It took us both time to recover from our intense orgasms. Ben pulled out of me and went to dispose of the condom before joining me on the bed and gathering me in his arms.
His sated sigh echoed mine, and he said, “I could get used to married life.”
Chapter 34
Ben
A man should get to spend the whole day in bed after his wedding, especially when he’s exhausted from taking his wife seven times on his wedding night. Instead, I had people pounding on the bedroom door.
I groaned and put a hand over my eyes. “Those assholes are in our suite.”
Gemma mumbled something sleepily that I couldn’t quite make out.
“Are you up yet?” Rich called out. “We have breakfast waiting out here.”
Gemma lifted her head and scowled at the door. “I’m going to kill him if he ruined breakfast for me.”
“There will be no ruining breakfast for my wife,” I assured her. “Let’s order room service, and then we can shower before we head out there.”
She looked like she was about to say yes, but then she stared at the door. “Rich and God knows who else is waiting for us out there.”
“Which is why it makes sense for us to shower together,” I stated. “It will save time. Not to mention, we won’t waste as much water this way. Help me save some water and time.”
Gemma laughed as she sat up and stretched, giving me a fantastic view of her body in the soft morning light. “That line would only work if I didn’t know you planned to distract me in the shower. We’ll be in there longer together.”
“Only because I’ll need to check to make sure every inch of your perfect body is clean,” I insisted. “You wouldn’t want to miss something.”
Gemma smiled. “Fine, order breakfast, and then we’ll shower together. This will serve two purposes. Our food will get here before Rich can do anything about it.”
“What’s the second thing?” I asked as I grabbed the room service menu.
“I really want you again,” she purred.
“Don’t tease me too much or I’ll forget about ordering breakfast and carry you into the shower,” I warned.
“Order breakfast and then meet me in there. Make sure there’s bacon,” she told me as she stood and walked toward the bathroom.
I stared at her retreating form until she closed the bathroom door, and I heard the shower turn on.
Damn, my wife was hot!
Chapter 35
Gemma
Rich looked seriously pissed by the time we emerged from the bedroom, freshly showered and sated. He had to know what we’d been doing in the shower since neither of us had been quiet.
James seemed to be in a good mood as he chatted with the camera crew. When he turned toward us, his lips twitched. “I see you’re enjoying all the benefits of married life.”
“I have no clue what you’re talking about,” Ben replied. “We showered and dressed as soon as you got here.”
The knock at the door interrupted us.
“Who the hell could that be?” Rich grumbled.
“It’s probably room service,” I replied. “We’re starving.”
Rich’s face turned red as he glared at us. “I told you I’d already taken care of breakfast. We don’t have time to screw around today. You’re already late.”
“I like this idea,” James mused before gesturing to the camera crew. “Start rolling from here. This will be great—the happy couple enjoying breakfast their first morning after waking up as man and wife. You can talk about your day or the wedding.”
“We have plans for the day,” Rich ground out.
Charity looked up from her phone and waved off his words. “James is right. This will look good. I don’t want anyone seeing them eat those tasteless muffins you ordered. Gemma’s face scrunches up in a very unappealing way when she eats those. Let’s just get her makeup done first.”
“Wouldn’t it be even better if I eat with no makeup on?” I asked. “It will seem more natural.”
My argument did no good, and I found myself being led to the side to have my makeup done as the smell of bacon and waffles surrounded me. I was surprised I didn’t start drooling while they set out our breakfast in a way that would look most appealing on camera. They even tried sending us back into the bedroom to put bathrobes on.
“That would look stupid now that you have her makeup on,” Ben argued.
“If I don’t get to eat soon, I’m going to pass out,” I warned.
“Okay,” Charity agreed, much to my relief.
I don’t like being filmed while eating, but it still seemed better than listening to Rich complain while I ate. He was usually quiet during filming.
“This looks so good,” I told Ben as my eyes moved over the omelets, bacon, breakfast potatoes, and waffles. It was probably too much food, but I was starving. That’s what happens when you stay up the better part of the night having phenomenal sex. “You got me bacon. I could kiss you.”
He held out his arms and grinned. “You should definitely kiss me.”
I walked toward him and went up on tiptoes to give him a quick kiss, but he lifted me off the ground and kissed me hard. By the time he released me, I was ready to go back into the bedroom for another shower. I suddenly felt very dirty.
Ben flashed me a knowing smile before pulling out my chair at the table. “I forgot to ask what you wanted other than bacon. I figured the rest was all safe.”
“It’s all good with me,” I assured him. “I’m a breakfast person. I can eat it for any meal.”
“Same here,” he replied. “When I got my first place, I only knew how to make breakfast, so I had it for dinner quite often. Even after I started learning how to cook, it was mostly breakfast dishes.”
“That’s because breakfast is awesome,” I stated. “It’s all about break
fast and tacos in my world.”
“You can make breakfast tacos,” he suggested.
“I do often,” I assured him. “There are so many options when it comes to tacos. They may be the perfect food.”
“I don’t know,” he hedged. “Omelets are incredible.” He took a bite of his omelet before continuing. “You can also put nearly anything in an omelet.”
“True, but I still think tacos have omelets beat,” I argued. “This is a tough call for someone who loves breakfast as much as I do, but tacos are amazing.”
“We forgot about pizza,” he added.
“With bacon on it,” I said on a moan.
It might not be what the audience craved as far as post-wedding night conversation, but I enjoyed my breakfast with Ben. The more time I spent around him, the more at ease I felt in his presence. Even with the cameras rolling, it felt perfectly natural to sit there talking to him about the foods we enjoyed. We also talked about grocery shopping we needed to do when we got back home—home being Ben’s place. That last part made me pause.
Ben reached out and caught my hand in his. “It’s okay to be nervous about moving in with me. I’m a little nervous, too. You’ll see all my bad habits once we get to my place.”
“Should I be worried?” I asked. “You don’t leave the toilet seat up, do you?”
“No, nothing that will get me in that much trouble,” he replied with a laugh.
“So, what are you worried I’ll discover while living with you?” I asked.
“I never make my bed,” he confessed.
“Never?” I asked.
“Never,” he confirmed. “It seems like a waste of time when I’m going to climb right back in it later that day.”
“But it looks so much nicer when it’s made,” I argued. “I love coming home to my bed, all nice and made up.”
“This is going to change how you feel about me, isn’t it?” he teased.
“I’m not sure I’d have married you had I known about this flaw.”
“It’s too late now,” he said with a grin.
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