in for me. “I hope you don’t have trouble getting anything else in the right slot tonight,” she teased.
“I won’t have any trouble, trust me.”
Before she could step over the threshold of the room, I grabbed her and picked her up, making her yelp from shock. I laughed and kissed her as I carried her, kicking the door shut behind me. I was so excited that I could barely even breathe properly. This night was the start of the rest of our lives, and I really wanted to make it start off spectacularly.
Rosie kissed me hungrily as I stomped over to the bed, dropping her down roughly onto the mattress, making her laugh as she bounced a little. I straddled her hips and looked down at her excited face, as her chest rose and fell rapidly.
She sighed dreamily, and her nails scratched down my back gently, making my dick throb with anticipation. She was still wearing way too many clothes for my liking; it was definitely taking too long to get her naked. I made a little moan of appreciation in the back of my throat and decided to get this show on the road. I couldn’t wait another second.
Unfortunately, she had other ideas. As I bent my head to kiss her, she shook her head and pushed on my chest to stop me. I pulled back, eyeing her curiously, praying that what Seth said about only having sex on birthdays and anniversaries wasn’t true.
“I have a wedding gift for you.” She smiled. “It’s in my overnight bag,” she added, nodding off to the side where our bags were.
“Oh fuck, we were supposed to buy presents? I’m going to fucking kill Ashton for not telling me that!”
She giggled and gripped my shoulders, rolling me over onto my back as she sat up on top of me, holding one arm across her chest, keeping her dress in place. “You didn’t have to get me anything; it’s not a tradition or anything. I just really wanted you to have this tonight,” she assured me, bending and kissing my lips softly. When she pulled back, my hands instinctively tightened on her waist. I didn’t want to let her go, I felt whiny and needy and I just didn’t want her to get off me even if it was only to get something from her bag three feet away from me.
She smiled and pushed my hands off her, climbing out of the bed and heading over to the bag. While she was busy, I took the opportunity to slip off my shoes. As I pulled it off, something white caught my eye on the sole of it. I turned it over to see I had two big letters: L and P, written on the bottom of one of my shoes in white marker.
Frowning in confusion, I grabbed my other shoe and looked at the sole of that one too, only to see H and E written on that one. Suddenly it dawned on me why people chuckled when I knelt down to say the prayer during the wedding. Some asshole had written ‘HELP’ on the soles of my shoes so it would have been visible to the guests when I was kneeling. I laughed and shook my head. My best friend really was a jerk at times, but I wouldn’t change him for the world.
“What’s so funny?” Rosie asked. I help up the shoes to show her. “Ashton,” she guessed, chuckling.
I nodded and threw them to the side, wanting to get to my present already so that I could unwrap the present that I’d been looking forward to all night – my wife. I jerked my chin towards the tube in her hand. I literally had no clue what it was. “That for me?” I asked, eyeing it, trying to work out what it could be.
She smiled, holding it out to me. “Yep. I hope it’s everything you thought it would be,” she replied.
Confused, and more than a little intrigued, I took it off her. It was soft and about a meter long, it basically looked like a thick roll of gift wrap. As I pulled off the wrapping I still had no clue what it was. Whatever she’d bought had been wrapped in bubble wrap. I pulled off the rest of the paper and looked at it before unfastening the tape and unrolling it, thinking it would be something breakable. When the whole sheet was unwrapped, I looked up at her, confused. There was nothing inside the bubble wrap.
“Stripes, I don’t get it.”
She smiled at me knowingly. “You called me up one time, talking about how funny it would be to have sex on bubble wrap.”
Just as I figured it out that this was the present, she let go of the top of her dress and it fell to the floor in a pile of expensive silk and lace. My eyes instinctively dropped down to the lacy strapless white underwear she was wearing, and my hand tightened on the bubble wrap.
“Oh shit, Rose, I love being married!” I growled, grabbing her and practically throwing her down on the bed while she giggled excitedly.
“Just stop talking and make me moan your name already,” she teased, wrapping her legs around my waist as I rolled to my back, pulling her on top of me.
“Yes, ma’am. Let’s see if anyone threw edible confetti,” I joked.
Rosie pulled out of the kiss and sat up on my chest, looking down at me lustfully. “The bubble wrap would probably work better on the floor.”
She gasped as I slid her bra off; trailing my fingers down the whole length of her arms as I did it. She shivered, biting on her lip which immediately made me think of better things that could go in her talented little mouth. A couple of pieces of coloured paper fluttered down onto my chest; some of it was stuck to her pert breasts. I moaned appreciatively at the sight of her before forcing my eyes up to meet hers again.
“We’ll use the bubble wrap later. Right now I just need to fuck you senseless,” I murmered, running my hands up her sides until I cupped her breasts. Catching her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, I squeezed gently which made her grind her ass on my, already overexcited, crotch.
She made that little Rosie purr and moved her hands down to my pants, unzipping them quickly. I pulled her down on top of me. My hand slid down her back, gripping her ass; loving the feel of the lacy material under my fingers.
Her fingers traced up my chest, adoring my body as she looked at me through heavily lidded eyes. Guiding her mouth to mine, I kissed her passionately, sliding my tongue into her mouth as my hands trailed down her back, pushing down the lacy panties, noticing how wet and ready she was. I let my fingernails dig into her thighs a little as I did it. Rosie always liked it a little rough and dirty. She made that little purr into my mouth, and I couldn’t hold my control for another second. I gripped her hips and pulled her down onto me, entering her in one smooth motion which made her bite my lip roughly as her fingers dug into my sides.
As she tipped her head back and closed her eyes, and I groaned at the exquisite feel of her body. Making love to Rosie was something out of this world, something I could never compare to another girl that I had slept with. She blew them all out of the water just because I loved her so much that it was a little scary.
“I love you, Nate,” she whispered as my hands ran the length of her body, lingering on the intimate parts, worshipping them and adoring them as she rocked her body on mine. The feel of her, the sight of her, and her perfume mixed with the rapidly building smell of sex was driving me crazy.
Her breathing was speeding up now; her eyes squeezed shut as I rubbed my fingers on the little sensitive bundle of nerves as she rode me faster. I could feel her inner walls tightening with every movement. Just as she looked like she was going to climax, I gripped her hips and held them still as I flipped her onto her back, wanting to take control. For weeks when I came out of hospital she’d had to do all the work, and I was still trying to make up for that.
I grinned at her, and her eyes widened with excitement as if she knew what was coming. My hands found her waist, flipping her onto her stomach. She gasped and wriggled under me as I pinned her down, kissing across her shoulder, blanketing her body with mine.
“Don’t tease,” she whimpered, as I kissed across her back, gently nipping her overheated skin. I smiled at her impatience and carried on regardless. She sucked in a ragged breath as my tongue trailed over the top of her ass cheek. Her whole body tightened as she raised her hips, trying to move me further down, but I was still in the teasing mood right now. I wanted her to beg, her begging was the sexiest, most enjoyable thing I’d ever heard. Her wanting me was
enough to make my stomach tighten and my palms get sweaty.
I kissed right down to her feet, sucking on her toes which made her giggle and grip the pillow tightly as she wriggled trying to get away from me. “Nate Peters!” she scolded, twisting the top half of her body and hitting me with the pillow.
“Rosie Peters!” I scolded playfully. As soon as I called her that the passion spiked immediately. It really hit me then that she was my wife. My heart started to ache, and I knew that I needed to make her moan my name, right now.
I grabbed the pillow from her hands and slid one arm under her stomach, lifting her off the mattress gently as I shoved the pillow under her hips, raising them. I moved up and kissed her before covering her body with mine, pressing my chest against her back as her hips rose even more in silent invitation. Fisting my erection, I guided it towards her entrance and pushed back in. I gritted my teeth as her wet heat enveloped me.
“Fuck,” I groaned, thrusting faster and harder. My hands gripped hers as she pressed her face into the mattress and cried out my name, reaching her orgasm within minutes. I tried to breathe through it; I didn’t want to finish yet. To keep myself calm I focussed on the new gold ring that I’d slid onto her finger hours before. My ring, my claim on her.
She was gasping for breath as I continued my pace. Knowing I wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer, I wrapped one arm under her stomach and pulled her up, guiding her to all fours as I got to my knees. Sweat beaded on my forehead as I ran my hand down the length of her spine, gripping the back of her neck.
“Moan for me, Rosie. I want the whole hotel to know how much you’re enjoying being married to me,” I purred, leaning over her and biting her shoulder.
She whimpered and pushed back onto me harder, before doing as requested and moaning my name over and over as I made love to her. As I slammed into her hard, her legs shook as she sank down onto her elbows and gasped, climaxing again. I was done for, there was no stopping my end this time. Gripping her hips and keeping her still, I thrust just a couple more times before my end hit me like a freight train. I groaned, bending my body over hers, kissing the back of her neck as my dick throbbed and jerked inside her.
“Best. Time. Ever,” I rasped, biting the column of her neck. I could barely move as she nodded and tried to catch her breath. I smiled to myself and wrapped my arm around her as I guided her to lie on her side while I snuggled close to her back, remaining inside her, not wanting to lose that connection yet.
She smiled over her shoulder at me, and I felt the moronic grin spread across my face as I leant forward and pressed my lips against hers. Her hand tangled into the back of my hair as she kissed me back passionately. When the kiss broke I nuzzled into her neck, just enjoying the heat from her flushed skin.
Her fingers interlaced with mine as she pressed back into me, tangling one of her legs between mine. I smiled against her neck.
“I love you, Mrs Peters,” I whispered, kissing her softly.
She wriggled closer to me, closing her eyes and smiling happily. “I love you too.”
My gaze slid to the bubble wrap on the other side of the bed where I’d carelessly abandoned it when I’d grabbed her. A predatory smile crept onto my face at the thought of it. Amazingly, I was up for round two already, so I pulled her closer to me and laughed excitedly. “Can we try out the bubble wrap now?” I asked hopefully. Her eyes flew open as she giggled and nodded eagerly. We both reached for it at the same time.
Epilogue
I was shaking. No, that wasn’t right, the bed was shaking. Or someone was shaking me which was making the bed shake?
“Daddy!”
I cracked my stinging eyes open to see DJ bouncing on the edge of my bed with a grin stretched across his face.
Groaning, I rubbed my eyes and pushed myself up on one elbow. “Hey, Kid. What’s up?” I rasped.
“Momma saids I needed to wake you up,” he replied.
I sat up and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. “Where is Momma anyway?” Yawning, I glanced around the room. I usually got a better wake up than that if I’d been on sixteen hour nights all week!
He beamed up at me. “She’s going out to buys a new dress for the party tonight. You gots to look after me.” His smile told me he was pleased about it.
I remembered Rosie mentioning something about having to buy a new dress. “I do? Well maybe we should think of something fun to do today then, huh? How about we go play catch at the park or something?” I offered, knowing he wanted to test out his new baseball glove that he got for his birthday from the Taylors.
His eyes lit up as he resumed his bouncing on the bed. “Yeah!”
“Boys, Anna’s here to pick me up, I’m going now!” Rosie called up the stairs. “Nate, are you awake?”
“He’s awake, Momma! Daddy’s taking me to the park!” DJ shouted in reply before I could even open my mouth.
After an awesome day with DJ, we headed back to our house. As we pulled into the driveway, he let out a yelp of excitement as I parked next to my parents’ car. He practically ran out of the car in a bid to see them quicker, while I lagged behind, letting him get it out of his system.
As I walked in the front door, the first thing my eyes settled on was the love of my life. She was leaning against the kitchen counter, laughing and talking with Paige about something. I sighed contentedly as I looked at her. The way her jeans clung to her ass, the curve to her back, the waves of brown hair that cascaded over her shoulders. It was all pure perfection. Poetry in motion, that’s what she was. After being married almost a year, I still couldn’t get enough.
DJ was busy getting the life hugged out of him by my mom, so I took the opportunity to steal a few minutes with my girl. I headed over to her, and put my arms either side of the counter, trapping her against it, pressing my chest to her back as I kissed the base of her neck.
“Well hi there. Do you come here often?” I purred in her ear as my hand slid down over her side, coming to rest on her five-month baby bump.
She interlaced her fingers with mine. “As often as my husband makes me,” she answered.
Paige sighed dramatically. “If the flirting has started then I’m outta here,” she said, walking out of the room with her hands covering her ears.
Both Rosie and I laughed, and she moved my hand off her stomach, starting to turn around. I smiled wickedly. “Beep, beep, beep,” I joked, making the sound of a truck when it reverses.
“I’m not that big!” she cried.
I grinned and moulded my body around hers as much as her swollen tummy would allow. “You are that big,” I countered, rubbing my hands on her tummy in circular motions. “But I looooooove big”
“Well big loves you too.” She sighed and pressed herself to me tighter. “I missed you so much this week, Nate. I think you should tell them you can’t work the night shift any more because it’s interfering with our sex life.”
I smiled and kissed her lightly. “It builds anticipation,” I whispered playfully against her lips.
She sighed and shook her head. “I’m not kidding. I’m pregnant, pregnant women need attention. You’re slacking in your husband’s duties. I’m not a happy person right now. Do you realise that I almost called you home from work last night, just so I could ravage you?” she asked, her eyes telling me that she wasn’t actually joking.
I smiled at her admission. “And what excuse would you have come up with for that?” I teased. “I don’t think, ‘I need my husband for physical purposes’ would have cut it with my superiors.”
She shrugged. “Family emergency, I don’t care, I would have thought of something.”
“So, what stopped you calling me? I would have come home if you needed me. You know I’m not one to neglect my wife.”
She shrugged. “I got up to get the phone, decided to make a glass of milk and then call you, but instead I found the toffee cake in the fridge that we bought for dessert tonight,” she replied, blushing profusely.
I raised
one eyebrow at that. My mom had a favourite toffee cake that they only made in LA; Rosie had sent me to the bakery to buy the specific one that was my mom’s favourite. “You didn’t start eating it, did you?” I asked, trying not to laugh.
She winced and nodded. “I ate the whole damn thing. I told your mom that you forgot to buy one, I blamed everything on you,” she chuckled.
“You’re disgusting.”
“You used to think it was sexy when I ate,” she countered.
“I still think it’s sexy, but maybe not a whole damn cake, Rose, that’s gross!”
She sighed dreamily. “It was good too. I might just nip out and get another one for tonight.”
I shook my head forcefully. “Oh no. Daddy’s home tonight, no need for cake.”
Her eyes lit up. “Nate, you think I could get your opinion on my new dress for the party?” she asked, nodding towards the bedroom suggestively.
My dick rejoiced. I hadn’t had my way with her for almost five days, and goddamn did I feel it building. “Hell yeah,” I agreed quickly, giving her a little push in that direction.
“Daddy!”
I groaned quietly. So freaking close!
I turned and smiled at DJ. “Daddy, tell them how many times I catched the ball without dropping it,” DJ enthused.
I opened my mouth to answer, but the kid chimed in before me.
“Nineteen times! All without dropping it once.”
Rosie wrapped her arms around my waist from behind. Because of the position, her protruding belly pressed against my back. I
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