Chapter 19

*Livie*

We walked hand in hand to the elevator of the hotel. He never took his eyes off me as the doors opened, and a bachelorette party spilled out. Resting his hand on my lower back, he guided me into the elevator, followed by an elderly couple. James didn’t bother to keep his hands to himself once inside the elevator. Leaned against the back wall, he pulled me into him, moved my hair off my neck and began his oral assault from my collar bone to the base of my ear. I tried to suppress a giggle, and said “We are in mixed company.”

He continued nipping my skin with his teeth, “Mrs. Wilson, you aren’t going to deny me kisses on our wedding day?” The elderly couple snickered, keeping their eyes forward, then I heard the man mumble to his wife. “I sure couldn’t keep my hands off you on our wedding night.” James and I both giggled, and he whispered into my ear. “That’ll be us one day.” The elevator stopped at our floor, and the doors were barely open before he was dragging me out, leaving the seasoned couple laughing at the newlyweds. As we approached our room number, James scooped me up in his arms and carried me to the door. “Tradition rules, Mrs. Wilson. I have to carry you over the threshold.”

“Well come on then Mr. Wilson. We have some consummating to do!” I couldn’t help but laugh as he fumbled unlocking the door with the electronic key card, while insisting he hold me still. “Give me that!” I grabbed the card from his hand, and leaned over, swiped the card and successfully unlocked the door. He stepped through the doorway, letting the door swing shut behind us. Upon reaching the bed, he took the opportunity to toss me on the mattress. After a quick bounce, I propped myself up on my elbows and watched him drink in every inch of me.

“Buyer’s remorse?” I asked through my smile.

His breath hitched, as he looked up and met my eyes, “No. I was wondering what took me so long to marry you.” He stalked towards me, leaning down to meet my lips with his once his knees hit the side of the bed. I reached up pawing at the buttons on his shirt, eager for his touch, when someone knocked on the door. “Room service.” A muffled voice came from the hall. “Hold that thought.” I nearly whimpered when he pulled away from me.

The attendant rolled a cart carrying a bucket with champagne on ice and several covered dishes. “A gift for the honeymooners, champagne with an antipasto tray.” James signed for the delivery hastily, ready for the attendant to clear the room. The door had barely latched when his hands were on me again. I had moved to sit on the edge of the bed while he was tending to the room service, and he now had one knee propped on the bed to the left of my hip, the other leg planted firmly next to my right foot. His presence was all consuming, and yet not enough.

I tugged at his shirt, the physical need to feel his skin under my fingers overwhelming everything else. He moved his fingers into my hair, pulling the clip that secured my hair, letting my auburn tendrils flow down my back. Crashing his lips into mine, his kisses were ravenous and mirrored my need for him. Moving his lips down my neck, my whimpers turned to moans as heat flooded through me.

“James.” My voice was strained with desire, “Make love to me, please.” A guttural, animalistic sound came from his throat, before he pulled away, leaving me lost without his touch.

“Baby, we have all night, and I intend to use every minute of it. We’ll get there. Stand up, turn around.” My body immediately responded to his commands, desire pooling deep in me.

*James*

I pulled her hair off the nape of her neck, giving me access to nibble my way across her skin at a maddening pace. My fingers found the zipper of her dress, and I continued the torturous pace as I pulled it down, savoring every inch of her skin. “You are stunning.” I whispered as I moved closer, and pushed her dress forward, letting it slide down her body. Pressing my lips to the base of her neck, my mouth explored her porcelain skin, dragging my tongue down her spine, needing to taste all of her. I dropped to my knees, still nibbling, sucking and kissing her flesh, driven by the moans and yelps she didn’t try to hide.

Angling my head, my lips moved to just above her hipbone, my hands kneading her glorious ass, desperate to have all of her. “James.” She whimpered when she said my name. It was almost enough to push me over the edge. “We’ll get there, Livie.” I murmured against her skin, now covered in gooseflesh. Still on my knees, I turned her to face me, allowing me to worship this glorious creature that was now my wife.

I gently pushed her backward on to the bed, and placed a trail of kisses from the inside of her ankle to the apex of her thigh. Dragging my tongue from the inside of her thigh to the top of her hip bone, she cried out. “James, please. I need you.” She bucked her hips as my mouth reached just above her panty line, and I ran my fingers up the inside of her thigh, before sliding a finger inside her panties. “Fuck me, you are so wet. I need to taste you.”

Hooking a finger on each side of her hips, I slid the lace fabric down her legs and off her body. Dragging my tongue in slow laps around her entrance, and through her folds, I couldn’t get enough of her. I kept the pace until I could feel her tightening around me. Slipping my tongue inside her, then sliding it up finding her clit, I licked, sucked and nibbled at her swollen flesh until she came undone in my mouth, her legs clenching around my ears and I continued lapping up every drop of her until she begged me to stop.

*Livie*

As I recovered from my orgasm, my eyes fluttered open to find him undressing himself. Almost spent, I drug myself up onto my elbows to take in every bit of him. Briefly I wondered what his pants were made of to maintain structural integrity under such strain. As he removed his shirt, I studied every ripple of every muscle, trying to memorize every part of him knowing I would need this memory. I’d seen him shirtless before, but something about the way he was watching me watch him was the sexiest thing I’d experienced. Then he hooked his thumbs into his slacks and boxers, pushing them down, allowing all of him to spring free. A smile spread across his face as he registered my gasp taking him all in.

Without breaking eye contact, he snatched his bag off the table near the foot of the bed and pulled out a small gold foil packet. Now was my turn to make him gasp. “You don’t need that.” He cocked his head and furrowed his brows in confusion. “I’m on the pill, and I haven’t been with anyone else.” My words stopped him dead in his tracks.

“What?” The surprise clearly registering on his face. I shrugged up at him and sheepishly looked away.

“I mean I’ve fooled around with a few guys, but no sex.” James was at my side in an instant, “Liv, I didn’t know are you ok? Are you ready for this? We… fuck… how…” Giggling, I used my index finger to close his jaw.

“Mr. Wilson, do you really think I would have married you if I wasn’t ready to have sex with you? You are an amazing man, but you’re not a monk.” He visibly relaxed, as I pulled him toward me. “Now. Make love to me. Husband.”

“As you wish, wife.” James went from hungry with desire to tenderly caressing my body. I lifted my hips to meet him, certain I would combust if I didn’t feel him inside me soon. Brushing the hair back from my face, he looked uncertain. “Are you sure? I’ll be gentle.” Reaching down and grabbing his erection, I nodded again. He pulled my hands above my head, and held them in place before slowly pushed into me, before stilling himself when I let out a gasp.

“Don’t stop. It’s good.” It took a moment, but we found our rhythm. Freeing my hands, he hooked one arm under my leg, he lifted it holding me in place as he continued pumping in and out. Just when I thought I’d reached the highest peak of pleasure, his teeth found my nipple, biting down just hard enough to push me over the edge. Every part of my body went rigid, James continuing his pace through my orgasm until he finally erupted inside me.

Even in our postcoital bliss, his fingers were still roaming, exploring my body. “Are you ok? Do you feel ok? Do you hurt?” James asked in between the kisses he left while his lips roamed aimlessly.

“That was perfect. You’re perfect. I can’t believe you’re all mine.” James shifted on top of me, holding himself up as he peppered kisses across my chin, on my nose and finally my lips.

“Believe it, baby. I’m not going anywhere. And we still have all night long.” His words made me squirm underneath him.

“I want you again, husband.” I was certain I’d never be able to get enough of him.

“As you wish, wife.”