by Penny Wylder
We all laugh at his choice of lawyer speak in this situation. It helps to break up the tension and I’m happy for it.
“Mom?” I say, wanting to know how she’s feeling about it.
She’s crying and smiling at the same time, unable to get words out.
Lonnie steps toward my dad. They shake hands and hug briefly. My mom throws herself at me and squeezes me so tight it cuts off the circulation in my arms.
“We have a wedding to plan,” she says, excitedly.
11
Lonnie
I stand in the mirror at the hotel room where I’m staying. It’s my wedding day. I’m about to marry the girl of my dreams. Of the big decisions I’ve ever made, this is the one that doesn’t make me stop to hesitate. Not even for a second. If there’s one thing I’m absolutely sure of, it’s my feelings for Savanna.
I take a step back and look at my tux in the mirror. I want to make sure I look perfect for her. Stan walks into the room. He wears a similar tux as mine with the red pocket square that matches the dresses of Savanna’s bride’s maids. Not only will he be walking his daughter down the aisle, but he’ll be my best man as well.
“Not getting cold feet, are you?” he says. “You know I’ll tear your head off if you bolt on my daughter.”
I laugh because even just the thought of me leaving Savanna is absurd. “You wish, old man.”
“I don’t, actually. I’m glad you’re going to be part of this family. You’re the only man I know who I can always trust to take care of her.”
“I can’t imagine my life without her,” I tell him.
He smiles and pats me on the back. “Looks like it’s about that time. The car’s waiting downstairs. Are you ready?”
“More ready than I’ve ever been.”
Stan leaves and I take one last look in the mirror to make sure everything is right. I can’t help but think about how perfect everything in my life is right now. Not only am I marrying my dream girl, but my firm is thriving. The money Mr. Sapline brought in with him has changed everything. He never found out about the fake marriage and now there will never be any reason to tell him. Soon I will buy him out and this company will belong solely to Savanna and me. I plan to bring in her parents and make it a family run law firm.
I wait at the end of the aisle next to the preacher and my groomsmen. Across from us is her row of bride’s maids. My hands are shaking. I have no idea why I’m so nervous and emotional. She suddenly appears at the end of the long carpet.
Savanna and her mom planned the whole wedding. I didn’t take any part of it. She had her dream wedding in mind and who was I to take that from her? When she said she wanted it to take place in the forest, I was a little surprised. Especially since her mom went along with it. Her parents are traditionalists. I thought we would be in a church. I didn’t see her vision for it all at first, but now I do. What they’ve done with the place is truly magnificent. It looks like something out of a fairytale with all the lights and the flowers cascading down from the trees. It’s just so Savanna.
The only thing traditional about it is the white dress. She’s stunning, a goddess, with her hair up in an ethereal twist with little sparkling jewels woven through her blonde locks. She walks down the aisle with her dad and I feel my throat tightening as my eyes grow teary. Not enough to cry, but enough to where I have to swallow hard to keep it back.
The rest of the ceremony is perfect. Everything is perfect. We go to the reception all to eat. The food is good, the music is good and we dance and laugh all night with the people we care about most. We’re a family now and I can’t help the smile that lights up my face whenever I think about that.
After the reception, we say goodbye to our loved ones. They line up and blow bubbles and throw bird seed instead of throwing rice—nothing traditional for Savanna, after all. They wave at us as we drive away with cans rattling behind our car. We head straight back to the hotel room. I can’t wait to fuck her in that dress.
I carry her to our room, and kick the door shut. She laughs as I toss her on the bed and rush to get out of my clothes. She shimmies out of her under garments.
“Keep the dress on,” I say when she starts to reach back to take it off.
I step up to her, naked and hard. She’s in a nest of fabric in her wedding gown. I spread her legs to reveal her nakedness underneath.
She reaches up and pulls me down to her in a kiss. Our lips meet and her tongue slips into my mouth, warm and wet and tasting like cake and champagne. I lay my body against hers, skin to skin, but I don’t put it in her yet even though I can feel how wet and warm she is. She wants it and keeps pressing her hips against me, rolling them around to try to slip it in. I smile against our kiss at how eager she is. I am too, but I’m more patient. They say a happy wife is a happy life and that’s exactly when I plan to make happen, but in the bedroom, I’m in charge.
Her nails slide gently across my back, tickling me. I would kiss her all night if I could but neither of us have the willpower for that. Eventually I’ll lose my battle to hold back.
I back away, parting. She lets out a little sad sound. But when she sees the smile on my face and the direction my head is going, she starts to get excited.
I look at the creamy flesh of her inner thighs, the pink glow of her sex dripping with excitement. I lower my head and taste the smooth, glistening skin of her outer folds. She moans as I move my tongue around, exploring all of her. When I get to her clit, she lifts her hips to meet me. As I suckle at the sensitive spot, she grabs the back of my head and starts to fuck my face. I dip my long tongue inside of her, letting the rocking motion of her body guide me in.
In no time she’s coming and I’m drinking up every drop of her.
There’s no way I can hold back any longer. I need to be inside my wife.
My wife.
Those two simple words turn me on more than I can express.
She grabs my dick and guides me into her. I don’t know how long I can hold out, but I do my best not to blow my load right then and there. I want our wedding night to be a memorable one. Not show her the two-pump-chump side of me.
I glide into her, calming my breath, trying to settle down. Once my head is on straight and I know I’m not going to come right away, I find a motion that seems to work for the both of us. It’s not about getting her off, but about making her feel good. I want her to feel beautiful, and special, and loved in this moment. I look into her stunning eyes and see so much love reflected in them. I want her to see the same thing when I look into hers.
“I love you so much,” I tell her as I smooth her hair back.
Her smile eats away at my resolve. “I love you too. More than anything.”
I rock into her, harder, faster. I want to make her feel loved, but I also want her to feel good and fucked by the time I’m done with her.
Her moans grow louder, which spur me on. She’s so wet that there’s only warmth and smooth skin gliding across each other. It feels amazing.
“Are you on birth control?” I ask her.
She looks up at me like she’s nervous. We’ve talked about wanting to start a family, but we haven’t decided when. I don’t see why we couldn’t have it all right now. The company is thriving and will only get better.
“No, I stopped taking the pill when we started talking about a family.”
“Good,” I say just as I explode into her with one last hard thrust.
I stay inside of her and lay across her chest. She brushes her fingers through my hair.
“Are you trying to get me pregnant?” she says with a sexy little laugh.
“Absolutely. You’ll make a wonderful mother.”
“And you’ll be a great father. I hope our babies look like you.”
“And I hope they look like you.”
She laughs. “I hope they look like mix of both of us.”
“In that case, they’ll be the best-looking kids around.”
She laughs. Her voice goes soft when sh
e talks. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Savanna.”
Epilogue
Savanna
I watch Lonnie sit outside on the porch swing with our one-year-old daughter on his lap, her chubby cheek squished against his shoulder. She drools a little and it’s so cute seeing the two of them, I can’t help but laugh. Lonnie looks like he’s about ready to pass out too. It’s been a long week. It’s hard to believe it’s only been a year since we had our daughter and hired more lawyers at the firm so we could both spend more time at home. Six months ago we sold the apartment in the city and moved out into the country to raise our child. It’s all been amazing. A dream come true.
I step out onto the porch. Our view is like something out of a painting. Our home sits high on a hill overlooking the landscape. At night, when the city lights come on, it’s truly magical. But right now, the best view is of my family. I and sit next to Lonnie on the swing. He gives me a lazy smile and says, “This little nugget is out.”
“I see that.” I wipe the sweaty hair from her eyes. She’s wearing a onesie, overalls, and her hair in a pony tail that sticks straight up. “Why don’t we take her upstairs and put her to bed.”
I can tell he’s reluctant to let her go. She’s such a daddy’s girl, and he’s just as attached. She’s his mini-me. They look just alike with their dark hair and crystal blue eyes.
He stands up, careful not to wake her, and we walk upstairs to her nursery. He lays her down in her crib and turns on the mobile with little plush sheep dangling from it. It plays a soothing lullaby.
We stand there a moment, marveling at the beautiful little girl that we created together. My heart feels like it could burst open with the amount of pressure from the love I feel right now. I can’t imagine life getting any better than this. I’m the happiest I’ve ever been I my life.
Lonnie comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. “Maybe it’s time for us to take a nap too.”
The way he says nap, as though he’s putting the words in verbal italics, let’s me know that napping is definitely not what he has in mind. The kiss on my neck is what confirms it.
I smile and giggle as the tip of his tongue touches my earlobe. “I could definitely use a nap right now.”
He presses his hips against my backside and I can already feel that he’s hard. I press back against him and he lets out a low groan.
Suddenly, I’m being hoisted up into his strong arms. He carries me the way he carried me over the threshold on our wedding night. I fight the urge to laugh. I don’t want to wake our daughter. He carries me to our room and gently lays me on the bed.
I stare up at him as he removes his shirt. It’s been over a year and we’ve settled into our new life together nicely. Yet when I see him, I still get that rush of butterflies. Every day feels like our honeymoon. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this, and I don’t want to. I want it always to feel new and exciting. I don’t see that changing for us anytime soon.
He takes off his clothes and I smile, watching the show. He strips down to nothing. His confidence is sexy as he stands there, allowing me to take him all in without shyness or embarrassment.
“Come here,” I tell him. He strides up next to the bed. I reach out and caress his balls, his lovely cock. I grab it and tug him gently until he’s right in front of my face. I take him into my mouth, inch by delicious inch until the head of his cock eases down my throat. His head rolls back and he moans as I slowly suck his dick. He holds the back of my head, urging me to allow him to go deeper. I do, but he’s so large and my throat has limits. He’s well aware of those limits and stops before it’s too much.
He pulls out of my mouth after a few minutes and I take in a deep breath. He takes off my clothes piece by piece, in no real hurry. Our daughter is a good sleeper and takes nice long naps. It’s enough time to enjoy each other’s company without having to make it a quicky. Today is one of those rare days when we both have the day off and so we want to savor every moment we have together.
He grabs the lotion from the bed side table and puts a dollop in his hand. “Come here,” he says and sits on the bed. I crawl toward him and turn my back. He massages my shoulders with the lotion and it feels so incredible and relaxing that I could fall asleep. But I’m far too turned on for that. He massages my shoulders and my back. His hands go lower until they are at the small of my back.
“Lay on your stomach,” he says.
I lay on my stomach and he starts to massage my ass cheeks. He moves even lower, his hands sliding between my cheeks until he’s touching my pussy from behind. I moan as he slips a finger inside of me. Every nerve in my body lights up with the sensation. I’m so wet he glides easily into me. I spread my legs to make it easier for him to enter more fingers. I love the way he moves them around, hooks them, spreads them, changing the sensation with each motion. He starts to properly finger fuck me. Hard until the whole bed is creaking with movement.
I raise my ass and cry out. The door is shut so I can be as loud as I want, and with the way he drills deep into me with his long fingers, I can’t help but be loud.
“Oh, God, yes,” I cry as my orgasm has me writhing.
When I finally start to calm down, my clenched muscles finally let go of his fingers and he pulls them out. They’re coated in the wet aftermath of orgasm. He coats his rigid dick with it until it’s glistening in the sunlight coming through our bedroom window.
“You know what we haven’t done in a while?” he says with a smile in his voice. I glance over my shoulder and see his mischievous grin.
“What’s that?” I ask, suddenly excited. There hasn’t been a single sexual thing I haven’t enjoyed when it comes to my husband.
He puts his hand back between my legs. First he touches my pussy, still wet with my juices, then me moves his way up with a slippery finger, touching the rim of my asshole.
My muscles lurch with surprise and excitement when touched in that spot. He’s right. We haven’t done that in a while. I’m not sure why. We both love it. Maybe it’s because it’s not something we can do quickly and we really haven’t had too much time to really explore the way we like to.
“Do it,” I urge him. “Fuck my ass.”
His smile grows. He loves it when I talk dirty to him.
He reaches over into the drawer of our bedside table and pulls out the bottle of lube. He grabs the small vibrator too. He slathers his finger with the lube and slowly makes his way inside my rectum with them. It’s slightly uncomfortable at first since it has been a while and those muscles haven’t been loosened in some time. I turn on the vibrator and put it against my clit. It doesn’t take long at all before my body gets used to it. Once my muscles relax, I start to really enjoy the sensation. I could even come without any attention being paid to my pussy at all. But because I’ve already come once, it will take more than just a couple fingers up my butt and a vibrator to make me orgasm again.
When he has my ass nice and pliable, he adds the lube to his dick and gets into position behind me. He delicately sinks into me. I let out a low, deep moan, pressing the vibrator harder against that sensitive place. He goes in as deep as he can and stays still for a moment to allow my body to get used to his size. I start to rock my hips to let him know I’m ready, then he starts to fuck me.
Once he’s able to move in and out of me without any resistance from my muscles, he lifts me up by my hips so that I’m on my hands and knees. He’s able to go even deeper into me in this position. I fear my cries might wake up the baby but I can’t help them.
He leans over me and whispers, in a husky voice, “Put the vibrator inside of you.”
The vibrator is dildo shaped and not a small thing. He pulls out of my ass and I push the vibrator deep into my pussy. He pulls my ass cheeks apart, waiting a moment, taking in the view.
“Damn, you’re so fucking hot,” he says as he pushes his dick inside my ass once again. My moans fill the room—and I imagine the house—as I’m double p
enetrated. The vibrating sensation adds another layer to the pleasure, and I know he can feel it up against his cock from the smooth walls of my rectum.
He starts to fuck me harder as though he’s no longer in control of his own body. We normally like to take our time with sex, but he’s far too gone to slow down now. The faster he goes, the closer my own orgasm gets. I’m screaming, rocking my hips, pressing back against him until he’s grunting loud. I know he’s just as close as I am, and with a roar, we climax together.
He pulls out of my ass, and I pull out the vibrator as well. My body is left boneless and shaking. Neither of us talks for a moment. Then after a while we look into each other’s eyes and our smiles spread across our faces.
“Holy shit, that was amazing,” he says, chuckling a little.
“It was incredible,” I say, still out of breath.
We both lay there a moment, useless lumps against the mattress as we calm down. Then he starts to rub his dick.
“Let’s take this into the shower,” he says.
I smile at him and raise my eyebrows. “Again?”
“Well, yeah, I can’t get you pregnant if I keep coming in your ass.”
I laugh. “Pregnant?”
His smile slips away and he gets this serious, almost dreamy look on his face. “I want another child. I want Grace to have a little brother or sister she can grow up with.”
My heart lifts at the mention of another baby because I’ve been thinking about the same thing.
“Okay,” I say.
We stand up. He wraps his arms around me and says, “I love you.”
“I love you too,” I say, and we make our way into the shower.