by Eileen Green
Heather smiled brightly. “Yes, you did, Mr. Campbell. But you can tell me as often as you want.”
Wherever he looked, Matthew viewed the other brides and grooms. Kisses and whispered words were being given by everyone as they laughed and talked.
He couldn’t believe that he was now a married man, holding his wife in his arms as they moved around the dance floor.
Looking over at his brother, he felt a pang of sadness that his brother wouldn’t be able to become bound with Lily until tomorrow. That was one issue with the ménages. The bride could only be legally married to one of the men, and but they were saying their vows to all of them. The oldest man was the one who got the bride.
It was late into the night when the party broke up. Good-byes were said while tears were shed. Instead of going to a local hotel, because they couldn’t go back to either one’s house, Matthew made arrangements to stay in the room where Heather had changed.
The fire was welcome after the snowy ceremony and the chilly expanse of the room downstairs. He locked the door behind him, as Heather hugged herself in the middle of the room.
“Are you cold, baby?” he asked as he moved over to her and slipped his arms around her waist.
Her golden blonde hair had been curled and put up in a messy bun, and now, at the end of the night, the curls were escaping. She shook her head. “No. It’s quite warm in here.” Her words were said with a touch of emotion in them.
Not wanting to damage her dress, Matthew released her and stepped around to stand before her. Tears were in her eyes as she looked at him, a smile on her lips.
“Then what’s wrong?” He reached up and wiped a tear away from her cheek that had escaped.
“I can’t believe that you did all this for me.” She took his hand in hers and kissed his knuckles. “That you did this without me knowing.”
He chuckled. “Yes, that was hard to do. I thought for certain we were busted when Augusta mentioned the cake.”
“It was beautiful.”
“You’re beautiful, Mrs. Campbell.” Matthew raised his free hand and clasped it to the side of her neck. “I’m so lucky that you didn’t go running in the opposite direction when your mother revealed the plan to you.”
“You’ve made me so happy. There is no way that I would do that.”
“You’re not upset that you won’t have your own wedding?” he asked, his thumb rubbing along her jaw.
She laughed. “The truth is, I wasn’t looking forward to planning our wedding after doing this one. I was going to suggest we elope.”
He raised her hand that was holding his and kissed it. “I would have done whatever you wanted to do. But I’m glad we could celebrate along with our friends and family.”
“Me, too.” Heather leaned in and kissed his lips gently. “I’ll never forget this night.”
“Oh, but it’s not over yet,” Matthew teased, his brows waggling.
“It’s going to take a bit for you to get me out of this dress,” she said, her voice low and sultry.
Matthew released her and moved around to her back. The tie he had worn earlier with his tux had been discarded early in the reception, the top couple of buttons already undone. He finished unbuttoning his crisp white shirt as he toed out of his black shoes.
He used his foot to push aside the big train that the dress had so he wouldn’t step on it. Unbuttoning two of the round buttons, Matthew laid a kiss to her spine. Her back arched as she sighed.
The process was repeated. Two more buttons, a kiss. By the time he reached the top of her beautifully shaped ass, Heather was trembling.
On his knees, he was looking at the juiciest rounded ass he had ever seen, and it belonged to him. He undid two more buttons and the top of her crack revealed her lacy thong. She clutched her ass, creating the illusion of her cheeks kissing each other.
“Oh, jeez, baby,” he murmured, his face now against her ass. “You’re killing me.”
“No. It’s you who’s killing me.” Her voice was breathy and low. “Are you almost done?”
“What? You don’t like what I’m doing to you?” he asked with a chuckle before undoing the last two buttons.
“I do, but I need you.”
Matthew kissed the top of her crack and he heard her moan again.
Standing, he let his hands glide up her back. He stopped at her bra and released the hooks there before continuing upward. At her shoulders, he kissed each one as he pushed the sleeves of the dress along with the straps of her bra off them.
He slid the lace down her arms until he had to pull the sleeves off her wrists. Stepping around to face her, he found the bodice was pooled around her waist along with her bra.
Her breasts were naked, her nipples hard and waiting for her husband’s attention. Matthew couldn’t help himself as he stepped up to her, grabbed her face between his hands, and smashed his mouth to hers.
Matthew held her face as he freed her lips and gazed into her gorgeous eyes. They flashed with excitement and lust as she smiled shyly.
“I want to make love to you, Mrs. Campbell. Will you let me?”
Heather surprised him and pushed the dress down over her hips so that it would pool around her feet.
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“I demand that you make love to me,” Heather said, her voice but a whisper. She needed him inside her.
Matthew smiled. “Your wish is my command, wife.”
The way he said wife, or Mrs. Campbell, turned her insides to mush. Never in her wildest dreams did she think she would have a surprise wedding. Tonight had been a whirlwind for her, and now, her husband was standing before her, his eyes looking at her body as if it was the sexiest thing he had ever seen.
He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of her thong and pulled it down her legs. When they joined the dress that was in a pile around her feet, Matthew helped her step out of all the lace. He gently picked up the dress and the lingerie and deposited them on the sofa that was in front of the fireplace.
Heather caught a reflection of herself in a full-length mirror that was hung on the wall next to the door to the bathroom. Her body was nude, her bottom larger than she wanted it to be, but it was firm and high. Her breasts were large also. Still perky, she could see the nipples standing out in their profile.
The three-inch ankle strap heels she wore created the illusion that she was taller, and they made her legs look longer. She had to admit she looked sexy.
Matthew came up behind her and plastered his hands to her butt. From working out in the elements, he was tanner than her and his darker hands on the pale flesh was beautifully contrasting,
“You like the mirror, don’t you?” he asked, his mouth near her ear.
Leaning her head back against his shoulder, she smiled. “Yes.”
“We’ll have to get one,” he said as he slipped his hands up and around to cup her breasts. “I love how your tits fit in my hands.”
With his words, she thrust her breasts out further and heard him groan.
He played with her nipples, rolling them between his fingers and thumbs. He pulled on them, pinched them, tantalized them to distraction.
When she couldn’t stand the foreplay anymore, Heather turned in Matthew’s arms. She felt his hard cock pressing against the zipper of his tux at her stomach. She reached up and pushed his shirt off his shoulders, letting it flutter to the floor.
Sliding her hands down his chiseled chest and then over the ridges of his abs, she found the button and zipper of his slacks. She undid them both and pushed the material over his hips. The stark black slacks joined his shirt on the floor.
He was left standing in front of her in a pair of gray boxer-briefs. She liked him in these instead of boxers, or briefs. The combination created a look that was manly.
The steel pole that was his cock was tenting the boxer-briefs, the cottony material giving under the pressure. When Heather looked down, there was a moist spot that marked his arousal, if the hardness hadn’t been an indication.<
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Heather smiled at Matthew before she sank to her knees. She kissed his abs before her mouth found the waistband. With her teeth, she pulled the waistband out and then down once it cleared his cock.
Matthew groaned at the action, causing Heather to feel larger than life.
Finally, using her hands, she slid the garment down to his ankles while her mouth found the tip of his cock. With a flick of her tongue, she licked off the drop of manly dew and let it linger there. The taste of him was salty and musky, a flavor she was quickly becoming addicted to.
Opening her mouth, she leaned in and sucked his stiff cock into her mouth. She kept moving until the tip of him struck the back of her throat. He filled her with his thickness, her tongue barely able to move.
Heather wrapped her arms around his thighs to hold him in place as she pulled back until just the tip of him was in her mouth. Her tongue moved around the head until she moved again, and her mouth was full.
Over and over she slid her mouth up and down the hardened shaft of her husband, savoring the flavor of him, along with the feel of him.
His hands found her hair, sliding through the curls the hair stylist had given her. He undid the bun that had been created so that her hair fell loose. The faster she shuttled on and off him, the harder he held onto her hair as if he was afraid to let go.
She had learned in the short time they had been intimate together that when he began to moan deep in his throat, he was going to come soon. Under her chin, she could feel his balls tighten. His dick seemed to swell in her mouth, and within moments, Matthew held her head down to him, to hold him deep in her mouth. His cum shot down her throat, hot and stringy. Breathing through her nose helped her maintain control even though it seemed as if he was the one in control of the situation.
When he stopped coming, Matthew released her hair. Heather laid her head against his softening cock. She loved her Matthew, every part of him, and she was so blessed to be able to call him her husband.
He picked her up and carried her over to the bed. Laying her down, he laid next to her and nestled his head between her breasts.
“Thank you so much for marrying me,” he said, conviction in his words.
“Thank you for making me one of the Montana Wedding Belles, as the ladies began to call themselves. I will never forget this day.”
He looked up at her, tears in his eyes. Touched by his emotions, Heather leaned down and kissed her husband, her life.
THE END
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