A Little Something More

by Rachel De Lune

“We’d both like to thank our closest friends and family for being here as witnesses today and for all of the support you’ve given to us over the past months. Please raise your glasses to friends and family.” I look to Jess as I raise my glass. She has been my rock, and I wouldn’t be here today without her. She downs the remaining champagne in her glass before looking for the next one.

  The rest of the evening is a test of both our patience.

  Stolen glances, sweet kisses and an all too brief dance in Seb’s arms, keep the underlying sexual tension simmering between us.

  The party is in full swing, and our friends fill the dance floor. A party isn’t where I want to be. I go in search of Seb, ready for him to take me upstairs. He’s standing at the bar with Natasha. I lean against the doorframe and wait for him to spot me. I know it won’t be long—it’s as if he can sense me when I’m close.

  Sure enough, he pauses in his conversation and looks towards me. A grin tugs at the corner of his lips. An unspoken communication passes between us at that moment. His posture hardens, and I watch as he excuses himself. He prowls across the floor. That invisible switch has been flicked, the one that sets desire loose in my body.

  “If you tell me you want to stay down here, I’ll understand. But I can’t fucking wait to get you to myself.” The scrape of his stubble grates against my neck as he nips at my ear.

  “Do we have to say good night to everyone?” I tease.

  “No fucking way. We’ve been polite, celebrated, and enjoyed the day. Now it’s my turn to enjoy my wife.”

  He plants a demanding kiss on my lips, sending my pulse skyrocketing. The lacing on my dress halts my attempt to take a deep breath. All I want now is for Seb to strip it off me. His lips slow and give me time to catch my breath. He takes my hand and pulls me behind him in his haste to exit our party.

  Four

  We make it unhindered to the stairs and up to our suite. Anticipation flares inside me and sends a bolt of lust through my veins. Seb opens our room and makes a purposeful show of slamming the door and locking it behind us.

  “No interruptions. Just you and me.”

  I stand frozen in place in the middle of the room waiting for Seb’s instruction. His gaze assesses every nuance of my body as I wait. The longer his eyes stay on me, the hotter I become. My lips part as my breathing falters.

  “Stay where you are. Let me take my fill of you.” Seb prowls around me, keeping out of arm’s reach. I’ve learned to relax under his gaze and to have confidence that he enjoys looking at me. He’s certainly spent a long time staring at me over the last few months. Mostly when I’m naked or in varying states of undress.

  “You’re exquisite. You’ve always been beautiful to me, but today you are radiant. I love seeing you happy. But I think I’ve seen enough of the dress, baby.” He steps closer to me, and it takes all of my willpower not to wrap my arms around him and pull his lips to mine. I know not to rush Seb and wait for his instruction. “Turn around and hold onto the corner post of our bed. Use it to support yourself.”

  I grasp the post and continue to wait. I resist the urge to fidget. With this dress on, any movement is amplified. It doesn’t stop me from wanting to press my thighs together in an attempt to suppress the growing ache.

  The deep pile carpet silences Seb’s movements, and with my back to him, I’m left to my imagination. My ears strain to hear movement, and I’m rewarded with a muted thud that I hope is his jacket.

  “So perfect, waiting for my command.”

  Feather light touches trace patterns up my side, avoiding the wide laced-up back of the dress. I slide my eyes closed and picture the flow of his touch. Curves and spirals dance through my mind. He’s tracing the patterns of embroidery and pearls sewn onto my dress.

  His fingers grow bolder as I feel the gentle tug on the silk ribbons that hold my dress together. My grip on the post tightens as he loosens the ties, jolting my body with each pull.

  “You’ve given me the greatest submission by agreeing to be my wife. But I want more,” he growls out the final words, turning them from romantic to sexy. “Spread your legs a bit wider.”

  I step wider, careful not to get my heel stuck in the carpet and lean harder against the bed post.

  Seb continues working me out of my dress. I feel some of the pressure release from around my chest, but I have a bonus for him tonight. His hands cage my ribs, and he slides the dress from my body revealing another layer of lace as he does. The gown pools at my feet, but he’ll be able to see the outfit I chose just for him.

  “Jesus, woman. You’re killing me, and I’ve barely touched you.”

  I smile, knowing what he’s looking at. A white lace panelled corset cinches my waist and supports my breasts. I’ve forgone knickers as I knew Seb would approve. The finest, sheer hold-ups cover my legs and lead down to my favourite heels, although they are hidden by my dress until I can move.

  My breaths quicken with the expectation of his touch, and my pussy is aching for attention. Again I wait. I lock my arms and hold myself with the confidence that Seb has fostered within me. I open my eyes and move my hand so I can look at the rings on my finger. They twinkle in the soft light of the room.

  “You look fucking delicious, Izzy, and I’m having a hard time being patient. I wanted tonight to be about us. No playing games, no rules. But I think we can get to that. Step out of your dress and let me see you properly.”

  I stand up and step free of the dress and the bed. Seb is sitting in one of the armchairs, shirt sleeves exposing his forearms, top button undone, looking more handsome than ever. Now he really is mine.

  “Come here. If I try and remove that corset, I’ll end up shredding it. You can do it for me.” He points to a spot in front of him. I walk to it and pull myself up, feeding off the knowledge that this man means the world to me.

  It’s my turn to tease, and I delicately unhook the first of the many tiny eyelets strapping me in. One by one they free my breasts, and they spill from their confinement. I work lower and lower until I can toss the lace to the side.

  I can finally take a deep breath, and I fill my lungs with much-needed oxygen.

  “If I touch you, will you be wet for me?”

  I smile, enjoying hearing the deep tones of Seb’s Dom voice.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Did I tell you not to wear knickers today?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “And you failed to mention that fact until now?”

  “I thought it could be a nice surprise for you.” I try and keep some of the sass out of my voice and fail. I hear the clink of his belt and watch as he frees his cock from his trousers, stroking it from root to head.

  He reaches and trails his free hand down the outside of my thigh. Every nerve fibre tingles with recognition, and I suppress the moan that threatens to creep past my lips. His fingers work their way to the apex of my thighs, and he runs a single finger through my pussy. This time, the moan escapes and my head falls back in pleasure. I’ve been waiting all day to feel his intimate caress.

  “I want you to straddle me, fuck me until you come. Then we’ll get back to me worshipping you as my wife.” Seb shoves his trousers down further and kicks off his shoes.

  We’ve barely kissed today, and the need to be close to Seb palpitates through my body. With my heels and hold-ups still on, I kneel over his lap and rest my hands on his toned shoulders.

  I dip my head and let our lips brush. Seb inhales audibly and wraps his arms around my waist. My lips work harder, sucking and teasing until they beg for his surrender. He finally gives into the kiss and allows me to deepen it as I lower my body.

  I press my slick heat against his rigid cock and grind down. The friction sparks a torrent of arousal through my body that breaks the fragile control I thought I had.

  Our tongues duel and the air saturates with the breathy moans and pants from both of us. I tip my hips back and forth working my sensitive flesh with every thrust. His fingers dig into my hips as he
anchors me in position. He breaks our kiss and begins a hurried exploration of my neck and chest until he reaches my breasts. He licks around my nipple before sucking it into his warm mouth.

  “Arrr!” I moan. The deep ache within me builds as Seb flicks at my nipples.

  “I thought I told you to fuck me.”

  “Yes… god, yes.”

  I lift above him to give myself room, and he positions the head of his thick shaft at my entrance. I slowly sink, enveloping him in my heat. I pause, giving myself a moment to adjust before rocking against him. I arch and thrust, driving him as deep as I can take him. As I surge forward, I grind my clit against the bottom of his shaft and my body tightens in anticipation of the orgasm I’m holding at bay. My muscles tense and heat flushes my exposed skin.

  Seb sits back, and I struggle to keep my eyes open and on him.

  “You’re close, baby.” He drives his hips up, hitting that spot that makes me lose all coherent thought. He repeats and my orgasm thunders through me. My lust-fuelled cries echo in the room as my heartbeat drums in my ears.

  At some point, my eyes slide shut, and I collapse forward against Seb’s chest.

  “You’re still pulsing around my dick.”

  I don’t answer. My body screams for air, and I take deep pulls to fill my lungs. I can feel that Seb didn’t come. A pang of disappointment pulses in my chest, but he doesn’t let me dwell for long. He lifts me and carries my spent body back to the grand bed.

  He rests me on the bed, and I watch through half-shut eyes as he admires my naked body.

  “You’re all mine, sweetheart—every delectable inch of you—and I’m going to enjoy you how I’d planned.” He pulls my ankle towards him and slips my four-inch stiletto from my foot. The creep of his hands up my legs sends a riot of sensation straight to my core. He slips his fingers under the elastic of the hold-ups and slides them free. He repeats his torturously sexy routine on my other leg. My body, tired and spent from a few moments ago, awakes under his touch.

  He cradles my tattooed ankle in his hand and begins to trace the black and grey lines of ink. His touch both soothes and titillates. Just before I start to relax, his lips follow the same path. Soft caresses and nips start at my ankle before travelling higher.

  By the time he reaches the delicate spot behind my knee, I want to beg him to hurry up. My body trembles with anticipation, and I have no idea how I’m going to survive much more of his focused and meticulous attention.

  “Please, Seb. I want you.” My plea is full of the lust I feel towards my husband.

  “I want to take my time and show you how much today means to me.” His teeth dig into my inner thigh, emphasising his words. The bite sends a bolt of need to my pussy, and I squirm into the duvet.

  Seb drops my leg and climbs onto the bed. He settles himself between my thighs and resumes his slow worship of my body.

  His lips traverse across the planes of my body until he sucks the tight bud of my nipple into his mouth. I arch in delight as strikes of longing resonate in my sex. Primed for his touch, my body cries out for something harder, something more fulfilling from him.

  “Please, Seb…”

  “Shh. Enjoy my touch, or I’ll tie you up.” His teeth bite down in warning, but it’s not one that I’ll heed. His pain is as much of a turn on as his pleasure.

  I clench my jaw tight and let the sensations wash over me as Seb continues. Touch, kiss, caress, lick… he doesn’t stop until every inch of my skin has felt him. My breath labours and my sex slicks with desire.

  “I want you to remember how you feel. I want you to know how much I care for you; how much I love you.” Seb teases my lips between words, his gravely voice betraying his restraint.

  His body presses into mine and heat flares through me as our bodies finally connect skin to skin. Desperation claws in my chest as I hope Seb will finally give me the relief I crave.

  He positions his cock and slides easily into me. My sigh of release reverberates through my chest. Seb holds himself deep within me before pulling out and thrusting back in. His rotation skims my swollen clit, and my arousal surges higher.

  “God… you feel fucking amazing. I want you to come again, baby.”

  “Yes, Seb… please. Harder!”

  I’d had enough of the soft and tender. Luckily, Seb agreed and powered into me, forcing a moan from my throat.

  “Yes… Seb… Yes!” My limbs go weak as my climax rips through my body. I pulse in time with my racing heart as the waves of release wash over me.

  “Oh, fuck!” Seb cries before burying his head in the crook of my neck. I feel his teeth bite on my shoulder but don’t register more than the warmth of his lips.

  He collapses on me, both our bodies spent and slippery with sweat.

  “God, I love you.”

  “I love you, too.”

  Five

  Six weeks have passed in the blink of an eye.

  Seb flew me to New York for an incredible honeymoon. He redefined the term ‘wined and dined’. Everything was perfect—a lovely balance of private time spent locked away in our extravagant hotel room, seeing the sites of New York and visiting with his parents. His mother is the most gracious, kind woman I think I’ve ever met. I wanted to bring her home with us. I hope she’ll come and stay in the future.

  I had planned on having an easy few weeks after our return, but it was my time to step up and be there for Jess. After all the tragedy in her past, she needed something to go her way in the love department. My fear was that she’d be too stubborn to see it.

  “When do you want to put up the tree?” I call out, looking at our sparse living room.

  “I don’t have a tree. I don’t usually bother with Christmas,” Seb responds.

  My eyes widen in disbelief. I head into the kitchen to question my new husband.

  “Do you have decorations? Christmas paraphernalia that we can decorate the house with?”

  “No.”

  “Nothing?” I’m astonished.

  “No. I’ve never really had the need to celebrate Christmas as you do. I’ve been in New York visiting my parents or working. Collecting ‘stuff’ to put away in storage for eleven months of the year hasn’t been a priority.”

  Seb’s reasoning is sound, but I still struggle to understand it. For me, Christmas is a wonderful time of year. The air fills with a unique magic and never fails to lift my spirits. The last few years were the exception, and now that those times are past, I am as excited as a child waiting for Father Christmas.

  I want to create memories Seb and I will cherish. I want to build a life full of traditions and celebrations. We reconnected and got to spend our first Christmas together just a year ago. That was a start, but I want more.

  It is the beginning of December, which means the Bath Christmas Market will still be on for a few weeks. My body fills with excitement as I picture us walking through the bustling streets of Bath, soaking up the atmosphere.

  “Have you ever been to the Christmas Market?” I ask, anticipation ringing in my voice.

  “No, but I take it from the look on your face that we’ll be going.”

  I throw my arms around his neck. “Yes, yes we will,” and kiss his luscious lips.

  Three days later, my excitement has reached its height. Much like our short trip around Manchester last year, I let Seb bundle me up before we take a walk over to the abbey and market.

  We stroll, hand in hand, under the night glow of the city towards the centre of Bath. The frigid wind sends my hair whipping around my face, but I don’t care. The rich aroma of spices, oranges and wine infuse the air as we turn into the main market area. Chalet huts, glittering with fairy lights, line the square and emit an enticing glow of warm light. Christmas revellers pack the pavements, bustling about, and I bask in the magic that the scene creates.

  “Where do you want to start?” Seb asks, pulling me from my daze.

  “Over there.” I point to a hut with glistening balls of iridescent glass h
anging from rainbow ribbons. The ornaments look beautiful, and I immediately picture a tall tree with the small globes adorning the branches.

  I ‘ooh’ and ‘aah’ over the handmade decorations and turn to Seb.

  “Don’t look to me. You choose. We’re starting this from scratch so whatever you want is fine.” He leans forward and places his lips to my forehead.

  I find a clerk. “I’ll have six gold and six random colours, please.”

  We spend the next hour weaving in and out of the rows of stalls, buying decorations and gifts for our first Christmas. Dazzling paper star lights, glass Christmas trees, fabric angles and ornamental snow globes are all carefully wrapped inside the bags we carry.

  “Fancy some mulled wine or mulled cider?”

  “That sounds great.”

  Seb heads towards one of the chalets with vats of Christmas cheer steaming away. We take our cups and find a seat in front of the giant spruce tree that forms the centrepiece. The only thing missing from this scene is a flurry of snow.

  “What are you thinking? You look whimsical.”

  “I’m just thinking how perfect this is. And that the only thing missing is snow.”

  Seb chuckles and I can’t help the bubble of giggles that escapes. “You know there’s often snow in New York City at this time of year. Perhaps next year, we could spend Christmas with my parents.”

  “Sounds like a plan. I like your Mum.”

  “And she adores you. Are you happy sitting here or do you want to do more shopping?”

  We’d only gone around half of the market, but I was near exhausted. All this furore had taken it out of me. I wanted to finish the evening snuggled up in Seb’s arms.

  “I’m pretty tired. Can we head home? We have the weekend to get the house looking festive.”

  “Of course.”

  We finish the warming drinks and meander back towards home.

  I leave the bags of goodies on the kitchen table and head into the front room to collapse. I was exhausted, and the mulled wine didn’t help with my sleepiness. I hear Seb’s footsteps as he comes in to join me. “Did you enjoy the market?” I ask, my eyes already closed.