Our reception is held in the barn, and I have my car waiting out back for when she’s ready to go. After we sneak out, I drive up to the sound to a house I’ve rented for the week. I told Molly I would take her anywhere in the world she wanted to go, but all she said was she wanted me and nothing else for as long as possible.
When we get to the house, I make her sit still while I grab our bags out of the back and run them up the stairs into the beach house. I give the place a quick once-over, making sure that everything is in place before I go back outside and open her door.
She smiles up at me like I’ve hung the moon, and I vow right there and then to try to keep that look on her face every day for the rest of our lives. No one has ever looked at me like that. I’d never thought I'd want someone to. But I like it from her. No, I fucking love it. She’s so fucking sweet and innocent. I want to protect that.
Scooping her up in my arms, I kick the car door shut, and carry my bride into the house. The place has been lit with soft lights, and the kitchen is stocked, so we don’t have any reason to leave. I walk her to the bedroom. I see that the bed has been turned down and there are rose petals scattered across it. After setting her down gently on the edge of the bed, I kneel in front of her and just look at her.
She’s still in her wedding dress, smiling at me. It’s her first time, and our first time together, but she doesn’t look nervous. Instead she looks radiant, like she’s glowing. She didn’t want to wait until our wedding night, but I didn’t want anything between us. Ever. And if waiting meant getting her down the aisle faster, then all the better. I needed her to be mine the second I met her.
She reaches out, rubbing my face, and I can’t help the groan I let out at the contact.
“Let me go change.”
I reluctantly do so, and it takes all my will power to leave her.
Molly gets up from the bed and takes her small bag into the bathroom, shutting the door. I strip out of my suit, nervous with anticipation. I pace for a second, then think better of it and get in the bed under the sheets. Try to calm myself a little.
Minutes tick by, feeling like hours, and I’m debating whether to go into the bathroom when the door finally opens.
She’s standing there in the doorway with just a soft light on behind her. It’s as if she’s glowing. I nearly die of a heart attack when she walks towards me, my heart wanting to beat out of my chest, her sexy hips swaying with every step. I thought she would have worn something white, virginal even, but this come-fuck-me seductress at the end of the bed is the least virginal thing I’ve ever seen. My cock is standing straight up and dripping with need after only ten seconds.
“Holy shit,” I whisper.
She’s wearing a scrap of black lace that looks like a see-through ribbon. It ties around her neck like a halter top and runs down her chest, barely covering her nipples, to her *, but it doesn’t cover it. No, it goes right down the middle over her clit, letting her bare * lips swell over the sides.
She crawls up the end of the bed, stopping before she gets to me, and kneels. She spreads her legs wide, letting me see her and where the ribbon barely covers her wet clit. I know she’s wet because I can see the sticky moisture coating the inside of her thighs.
“Molly, I…” My tongue is hanging out of my mouth and I can’t form words.
Running her hands down her body, she doesn’t have an ounce of shyness about what she’s showing me.
“I didn’t want you to be gentle with me our first time, Phillip. I’ve wanted you and I’ve been begging since the beginning. I’m all yours now, and I want you to take me. Don’t hold back,” she says, making me wonder if she’s seen it. The deep need I have for her, so powerful that I try to hide it, afraid it will scare her because the truth is, it even scares me.
I swallow audibly and then nod my head. I’ll give her what she wants. Just as soon as blood leaves my dick and goes back to my brain.
Molly crawls closer to me and grabs the edge of the sheet, ripping it away and exposing my cock. The sight of my red, straining dick makes her lick her lips, and I’m somewhat shocked. I’ve always been the aggressor, but she’s right. I was prepared for soft love-making tonight. I wanted to be gentle her first time and treat her like a precious flower. But she’s having none of that. I can see the hunger in her eyes, giving me hope that maybe one day she'll need me as much as I need her.
Leaning back against the headboard, I spread my legs wide. If this is what she wants, then I’ll give it to her. I want my Molly just as insane for me as I am for her.
“Come and get it, wife.”