Even though I concentrated on all the details to commit them to memory, it still felt like it was over in the blink of an eye. That we’d been standing in front of everyone one second and then sitting down at the massive group of tables that’d been put together on the other side of the barn for the reception, seemed to pass in seconds.
Since we had less than two dozen people, we’d decided that we didn’t want a ‘head table’ but rather all of us sitting at the same table, and we’d made it happen. Shadae had insisted on making all the food, including our cake, as her wedding gift to us, and after she’d threatened us with her spoon, we’d graciously accepted the offer. Between the home-cooked meal spread out in a mouth-watering buffet to the playlist Les and Rose had insisted on making for us, it felt more like a family Christmas Eve party than it did a wedding, and that was absolutely perfect.
It was early evening when we said our goodbyes, even though we were only going back to our cabin. Everyone else was staying to help clean up, and normally, I’d have felt guilty about leaving a mess for others to deal with, but as my mother had reminded me right before she shooed us out the door, this was Nyx’s and my wedding and I needed to let the people who loved us take care of us for once. So, I went without a complaint.
By the time Nyx and I shut our cabin door behind us, the clean-up now going on was the furthest thing from my mind. We’d been sleeping in the same bed every night since we’d gotten our own place, and we hadn’t slept apart while we were here either, but it felt different now. She was mine, and I was hers. It’d been that way since before I wanted to admit it, but seeing our matching rings made it hit home in a way that made my chest tighten.
“I’m going to take a quick shower.” Her hands moved up my arms to rest on my shoulders. “And then you’ll get to see what I put in those special bags in my suitcase.”
I brushed my lips across hers, and the almost-chaste contact sizzled. “I’ll be here.”
She tugged on the lapel of my jacket and gave me the sort of smile that made me suddenly and completely hard. “I want you naked when I come out.”
“You do, do you?”
“Mm-hm.” She ran her hand down my chest, stomach, and then lower to squeeze me through my pants.
I groaned. “Firebird…”
“I hope you weren’t planning on sleeping much tonight,” she said as she took a step back. “Because I have plans for you, husband.”
With that, she disappeared into the bathroom with one of her ‘surprise’ bags.
Since we’d first started having sex, we each tormented the other in a variety of ways. Neither of us were into extreme pain, either inflicting it or receiving it, but delayed gratification was something we both liked to do and have done to us. The thought of her being naked and wet, right on the other side of that door, and I couldn’t get to her…Fuck.
I stripped down to my pants and then paced until I heard the shower turn off. When the bathroom door opened, I was naked and stretched out on the bed, but one look at Nyx, and I promptly forgot everything.
She wore a sheer mint green teddy with lace crisscrossed down each side to small bows on each hip. Her nipples were peaked already, whether from the friction from the fabric or just because she was turned on, I didn’t know. Either way, I wanted them in my mouth.
She took a couple steps into the room and did a little turn, giving me a back view as gorgeous as the front. With the sheer material the lingerie was made of, I could see all of her tattoo, and I drank that in before letting my gaze drop to her amazing ass.
Perfection.
“Thank you.” Nyx smiled as she came toward me, and I realized I’d spoken out loud. Her own expression was hungry as her eyes devoured me. “Ditto.” She climbed onto the foot of the bed. “On your back.”
I did as she said and waited for the next order.
“Touch yourself.”
My cock was already half-hard just from seeing her, and the shaft thickened as I moved my hand up and down over it. Firm strokes with a little twist at the end that sent pleasure racing along my nerves, twisting into something hot and explosive. A bead of pre-cum appeared on the tip, and I swiped over it with my thumb, using it to ease some of the friction.
Just as I thought I couldn’t take it any longer, Nyx bent, pushed my hand away, and engulfed my cock in her mouth. I made a low sound, my hips jerking as I fought the urge to shove up into her mouth, force her to take more of me. I was still always tentative when it came to her giving me head, never wanting to push her comfort. Tonight, that seemed to be the furthest thing from her mind as she used her lips and tongue and hand. I groaned, then grabbed the sheets as she took all of me.
“Fuck!” My eyes closed for a moment, then shot open at the burst of cold air when Nyx’s mouth disappeared.
“Exactly.” She moved over me and slid the thin layer of fabric to the side before sinking down on me in one smooth movement.
We both cried out as we froze there, bodies joined as intimately as possible. Her hand dropped to my stomach, nails digging in as a shudder ran through her. I grabbed her hips, and when she didn’t reprimand me, rocked her back and forth. She cursed and leaned forward, working with my hands to set a brutal pace, our bodies moving together with a desperate, primal need that overrode everything else. And when she finally called out my name, tightened around me, I surged up, wrapping my arms around her as I thrust up into her twice more, and then went still, riding out my own pleasure as her pussy contracted around my cock.
Home.
Waking up with Nyx wasn’t strange, nor was it strange to wake up in a bed that wasn’t quite as familiar as the one we’d been sleeping on over the past year. I remembered where we were and why we were there. What I couldn’t figure out was why I smelled cinnamon rolls. And then I realized that I wasn’t actually waking up with Nyx because she wasn’t in the bed. Sounds from outside the bedroom told me she wasn’t far away.
When I came into the room a few minutes later, pulling up a pair of flannel pants as I went, Nyx was setting two mugs of coffee on the low coffee table next to the small tree Isaac had brought down a couple days before the wedding. We didn’t have our ornaments, but we did have lights that were currently fading from one color into another.
“Shadae left cinnamon rolls on the porch with instructions on how to bake them,” Nyx said, shaking her head. “As if she hadn’t done enough cooking for us this week.”
I laughed and settled on the floor next to her. “Maybe she thought her cinnamon rolls were the only way to coax us out of the bedroom today.”
Nyx flushed but laughed with me. We’d made love two more times last night, but I couldn’t say for sure that I wouldn’t have tried to get Nyx back in the bed this morning too, if I hadn’t smelled breakfast. Even if it was Christmas Day. Now that we were up, though, it was time for gifts.
As we worked our way through the pile, I wondered if Nyx was remembering last Christmas when I’d proposed and given her an engagement ring. She’d had a ring for me too, and that one was among the toys she’d brought with her. We’d probably use that one a little later today, and I had plans for a couple other items she’d brought.
While I appreciated the gifts I’d opened and enjoyed seeing the delight on Nyx’s face when she opened each of mine, I was already thinking about whether or not we had time for a quickie before the cinnamon rolls were done. Then she handed me the last present, and I noticed that she looked ready to jump out of her skin. I raised an eyebrow, but she simply pointed at the box in my hands.