There Were all The Signs

2. The Wedding Night

Miller

    My brain is buzzy with excitement and booze as I open the honeymoon suite at the Hilton and turn around picking my new bride up and carrying her over the threshold. I instantly lock lips with her again and walk us towards the bed throwing her on and then jumping on top of her. We are giggling and I am filled with happiness. 

    "You are so beautiful," I say moving her hair out of her face.

    "Miller, take this dress off and make love to me."

    She didn't need to tell me twice. She sat up and I unzipped the Cinderella gown and it slid off her shoulders. She stood and the dress puddled at her feet leaving her in just a white corset, thong and the white garter around her thigh. She is breathtaking.

    She steps out of the dress and straddles my lap, pushing my suit jacket off my shoulders and then undoing my tie. While she helps me undress I work on taking the pins out of her honey blonde hair until it falls in soft waves down her back.

    "Did I tell you how stunning you looked in your dress Mrs. Smith?"

    She giggled, "at least a dozen times I think Mr. Smith."

    "I think you may be even more stunning at this very moment," I whisper, staring into her beautiful blue eyes, running my palm up the side of her neck into her hair and pulling her mouth to mine. Once I capture her lips her hands move to my pants and she works diligently to get them unbuckled. I open my mouth and hers opens in reply and my tongue deepens the kiss. 

    This isn't our first time making love but now that we are husband and wife I am even more excited to claim her. I stand with her wrapped around my waist and my pants fall to my ankles. I remove my hands from cupping her bottom to push my underwear down as well and then turn and lay her on her back.

    "I am so happy you are my wife," I say while playing with her hair and holding myself over her on my hands and knees. She looks like an angel so pure and sweet.

    "I am so happy you are my husband," she replies and her hands fall from my shoulder and she starts unclasping the front of her corset, one small clasp at a time. It is heady watching the sensual bits of skin being exposed little by little until the corset is fully unfastened and falls to the sides of her body, laying bare her creamy smooth, full breasts. I can't help the groan that escapes my chest. I lower my head to her neck and suck on the sweet spot I know is there.

    I hear the small gasp escape her and I know she is ready. I slowly let my lips explore her collar bone and then make my way down kissing and nipping at her skin. When I reach the skin between her voluptuous breast my palms capture them bringing them together, massaging them and then pinching her n*****s. She loves having her n*****s played with and the moans she is letting out makes me know she is losing control. I know her body like the back of my hand. I lay sweet kisses all over the mounds and little bites on her n*****s before I continue my path of kisses down her stomach.

    I can feel her muscles straining under my lips from want and being slightly tickled. I take a bite at her hip bone, one side then the other. When I reach the white fabric covering the maiden glory I run my nose over her and smell her desire for me. I have never been able to get enough of her. I hook my fingers in the sides of her thong and slowly remove the thin fabric from her body. Once she is laid bare in front of me I just stop to admire her extreme beauty. Her fair skin is lightly flushed pink from the trail of kisses I left and the desire coursing through her blood.

    "Would you stop staring at me like you want to devour me and just do it already." She says and lifts her feet up and plants them on the bed, spreading them and showing me her pretty pink center. She takes her hand between her legs and spreads her lips so I can see the glistening arousal. She rubs her fingers through her lips and I watch her please herself. I grab my hard shaft and give it a tug. This is what I have always loved about her. She is not shy at all when it comes to expressing her s****l desires. She stares directly at me while touching herself and the pleasure she gives herself turns me on almost as much as me actually touching her.

    She takes the fingers from her core and brings them to her mouth and licks them. I groan, god she is a siren. She hums her approval of her taste and I can not take just watching anymore. I lower myself in front of her and get my own taste of those juices straight from the source.

    "You taste like honey," I say between flicks of my tongue. I dip my tongue into her core and she screams my name. "So f*****g delicious." Once her muscles start convulsing I pull away and spread her leg, arranging myself between them. Once I have her positioned just right I slammed into her and feel myself float to heaven. This is where I am meant to spend eternity.

    "f**k me, Miller. Harder baby, deeper."

    I pick up my speed. She has never had an issue letting me release the full devil inside me. Always open to try new things and be my s****l goddess. I am giving her it all, hard and deep and the sound, look and feel are going to send me over. Nothing like watching yourself enter such a beautiful glistening hole. 

    "f**k baby you gotta c*m for me. I need you to. Milk me baby."

    "OH God, Miller," my words send her over the edge and her muscles contract around me milking me empty deep inside her.

    I give her a whisper of a kiss and fall to the side of her. Pulling her close to me. The long, exciting, stressful, day and the workout we just had doesn't take long to pull us under into a deep sleep. Before drifting off I whisper, "I love you Brittany."

    The smile follows me to my dreams as I imagine little blonde haired kids running around laughing. I want a family and even though I am young I am looking forward to starting soon. As I watch the kids running and playing I notice the little boy escapes from view and when I see him again he is playing with a small dark haired girl with emerald eyes. She leans in and gives him a kiss.

    The image changes to me about thirteen years old sitting in my living room with my friends John and Kurt and my best friend Sam and two other girls. We decided to play spin the bottle. I had a girlfriend at the time and Sam had a boyfriend but we said it was all in fun so it was no big deal. John spun the bottle and it landed on Sam. They leaned into the middle of the circle and pecked each other on the lips. I was surprised to find myself a little pissed off. Sam then spun the bottle and it landed on John again. Rules were it was just a peck the first time but if you landed on the person again you had to use tongue.

    I watched the two lean into the circle again and their lips met, John opened his mouth and then Sam followed and I watched his tongue enter her mouth. I thought this kiss was never going to end. 

    "Ok come on guys someone else's turn," I said again finding myself feeling jealous. I spun the bottle and ended up kissing one of the other girls and we continued going around and I found myself really wishing it would land on Sam. We have been inseparable for three years and she was my best friend and I don't know why but for some reason I wanted to know what it would be like to kiss her. After dozens of spins the moment comes and it finally lands on her. I look at her and shrug my shoulders and she smiles at me with a blush on her face. She leans towards me and our lips meet. Her lips are incredibly soft and taste like the root beet smackers chapstick that she was notorious for slathering on. It was the first time we landed on each other but I find myself opening my mouth, I want to know what it is truly like to kiss her. 

    To my surprise she opens her mouth too and we kiss, really kiss. To my surprise it was the first time I ever felt so undeniably happy. My hand reaches up and I cradle her face. No one says anything and if they did I didn't hear it. Finally she pulls away and I look at her. She smiles and says "Ok my turn."

    That was the first time I looked at my best friend in a different light. It was the first time I realized that she owned my heart. It was the first time a girl turned me on. I didn't even know if I believed in love but at that place in time I was in love with a raven haired, emerald eyed angel who dressed like a boy.

    My dream takes me further and I see the woman that that girl became, the woman I saw tonight for the first time in years and I realize she may still own a piece of my heart. She was so beautiful, I was so shocked when I saw her. I wasn't lying to her, until I met Brittney I always thought it would be her and I that ended up together.

    "Wow, I don't ever remember you getting hard again so fast, Miller."

    Brittney's words wake me from my light sleep and my dreams and I realize that I am hard. I decide to believe it is because of my naked wife curled up around me and the excitement of our wedding night and had nothing to do with reminiscing about my thirteen year old self being turned on by my best friend.

    "Well babe, we do need to get in as much as we can before my deployment."    

    She gives me a sad smile and rolls on top of me, sinking down on my hardness and throwing her head back in bliss. She rides me and I watch the beautiful angel in front of me and I forget about my dream.

    Two years ago I joined the Air Force and I leave in a week to deploy to Afghanistan so I have to enjoy my new wife for the next week. We aren't even getting a honeymoon. So I will give her nonstop pleasure until I get on that plane.