Much to my dismay, the reception lasts another few hours. We cut the cake, Megan tosses the bouquet, after I remove her garter and toss it into the crowd. We dance and spend time visiting with our family and friends who made it out to celebrate with us.
“Are you ready to go?” I ask Megan while her head rests on my shoulder as we sit at the head table watching a few couples slow dancing around the floor. The DJ announced a little bit ago that he was on his last few songs before his time was up.
“Yes, I’m so ready and exhausted. Take me home, husband,” she says, kissing my cheek.
“I thought we’d never get out of here,” I bark out. “Let’s go!” I stand and grab our things from the table, then escort Megan over so we can say goodbye to our family, promising to see everyone the next day for a large brunch.
We make it out to our waiting car, the driver already has the ramp down and ready for Megan to get in smoothly. Once we’re both settled, he takes off, already having the information on our hotel for the night. I checked in to our suite this morning after checking out of the room I stayed in last night. Megan insisted that we not see each other after midnight, and I obliged. I dropped off our overnight bags when I checked in, and made arrangements for the concierge to bring up champagne and have it on ice and ready for us when we finally arrived.
“Good evening,” the bellman greets us as he opens the door, letting me out.
“It sure is,” I answer him, a smile plastered on my face. This is one of the best days in my life. The driver gets the ramp out and ready for Megan, and she quickly joins me so we can head inside the hotel and straight to our suite. A few people in the hotel’s lobby and bar area call out cheers of congratulations as we make our way to the elevator dressed in our wedding attire still.
As we ride the elevator up, I lift Megan’s hand in mine to my lips, kissing the back of it. “You tired or can I entice you to stay awake for a little while longer?”
“I’m sure you can work your magic and keep me awake,” she says, looking up at me with lust-filled eyes. I can see the heat and passion in them and know that tonight she’ll be mine, forever.
“Is that a challenge?” I ask as the doors open.
We arrive at the suite and I unlock the door, opening it up and propping it open. I scoop Megan up from her chair and carry her bridal style across the threshold.
“You finally got to use this for the intended purpose,” she says, laughing lightly as my lips find hers.
“I’ll carry you anywhere you want to go like this.”
“I know,” she says, pausing to take in a deep breath. “Think you can take me somewhere and get me out of this dress?”
“You don’t have to ask me twice.”
I walk us into the bedroom and set her on the bed. “I’ll be right back, your chair is still in the hall,” I remind her as I dash out and bring it into the bedroom and park it on her side of the bed for when she’ll need it later.
“Okay, I’m back and all yours,” I tell her as I start to remove my suit. I loosen my tie, tossing it on the chair overtop my jacket.
“Ready for me to unzip you?” I ask Megan as I come to a stop in front of her, boxing her in on the bed as I hover overtop of her.
“Yes,” she says, simple as that. I slide a fingertip along the edge of her dress as it cups her breasts, along her shoulder and around to her back. I follow the edge of the dress until I feel the top of the zipper. I tug it down, ever so slowly it opens, and the dress starts to slip from her body. She pushes further up the bed as I hold on to the dress and it slips from her body, leaving her in front of me in a white lingerie set that has my mouth watering and my dick straining against the zipper of my slacks. I toss her dress over the same chair holding my suit jacket and tie.
“Fuck,” I moan. “You’re so fucking beautiful, and all mine,” I tell her as my lips land on her ankle. I kiss my way up her legs. I flick the clasp of her shoes around her ankles and toss them over my shoulder. My knees on the bed, I sit up and strip my dress shirt and under shirt off, tossing them in the same direction as her shoes went.
“Come here,” she says, beckoning me to her with the crook of her finger. I do as she requests, only I do so as I kiss my way up her torso, stopping to show my appreciation and give some love bites to her breasts, and nipples. I know it drives her mad when I nip at them, and this time is no different, as she moans and wiggles under my touch.
“I’m here,” I tell her once I reach her lips and kiss her deeply. I hook one of her legs over my hip and press my erection against her core. “Tell me what you want tonight, sweetheart. Slow?” I ask, rotating my hips and mimicking thrusting slowly into her. “Or fast?” I ask, dropping my lips to her neck, sucking hard at her pulse pounding against my tongue.
“Yes,” she moans, and I chuckle against her skin. “All of it,” she manages to add.
“We’ve still got on way too many clothes,” I tell her as I push up. I drop my slacks, tossing them on the chair, then stepping out of my boxers. I help Megan remove the bridal lingerie, going against my instinct to rip it from her so she can keep it if she wants. Once we’re completely naked, I return to my previous position. I slide the head of my cock between her folds, coating it in her wetness. I circle around her clit, testing the waters on how ready she is for me.
I line my cock up with her entrance. “I love you,” I whisper against her lips as I thrust in fully, only stilling once I’m balls deep. “Fuck, you feel good,” I grit out as I start to move, finding us an easy rhythm.
“Yes,” Megan moans as I speed things up. “Do—don’t stop,” she starts to chant as my thumb finds her clit, applying pressure to her bundle of nerves. As soon as I press down hard, I can feel her muscles start to flutter and clench around me.
“I’m coming!” she cries out a moment later, and her body is doing its best job to milk me of my own orgasm. I thrust as hard as I can and bury my cock deep inside her, emptying myself inside her.
“I love you. I love you. I love you,” I chant as my body recovers from the strength of my orgasm.
“Not as much as I love you,” she says, running her fingers into my hair. I can no longer hold my body weight off of her, so before I crush her or hurt her, I slide out of her, immediately missing the warmth, and roll over onto my back. I pull her into my arms and just lie here, catching my breath.
“That was amazing,” I say, once my breath has returned to normal.
“Mhmm,” she hums her agreement. “It was. We might have to wait a little while before round two,” she says, already yawning.
“We can have round two whenever you want. But before we fall asleep, do you want me to carry you into the bathroom, or are you going to take your chair?”
“Would you be mad if I picked you carrying me?”
“Of course not. I wouldn’t offer if it wasn’t something I’d enjoy.”
“Okay, husband,” she says, emphasizing the word husband.
The bed immediately feels cold and empty once she rolls away from me. I get out of bed and round the end to scoop her up, taking her into the attached bathroom. Once she’s settled in the bathroom, I head for the second bathroom in our large suite and take care of my own business. I pull my boxers back on once I’m in the room, and pull back the sheets, so the bed is ready for us once she’s done. I wait for her to call me, and I swoop in, carrying her back to bed.