Wifey Talk [COMPLETED, 18+]

Part two

Please don't forget to vote for this story so that it can get seen! Thank you so much for your support!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

SOFIA'S POV

Walking down the aisle with my dad, trying not to trip as hundreds of people watch me approach my fiancé is incredibly nerve-wracking. I've never been one to like excessive attention on me, so having a day dedicated to me and James is practically a nightmare.

My eyes lock onto James' eyes from the distance. We haven't spoken to each other since we last met in person over dinner a month ago. Even then, the only thing he said to me was to pass the salt. For the past month, he's remained as quiet as can be while his mother arranged for us to get married. I haven't tried to reach out to him either. I just never saw the point. Why rush to talk to each other if we'll have the rest of our lives for that? And now that the day is finally here, we won't be able to avoid each other anymore. Especially not after Elizabeth arranged for us to go to Hawaii together for our honeymoon.

My dad gives me away to James happily, and I stand across from the blue eyed man. There are butterflies in my stomach, and my heart is racing. This is it. I'm really getting married. All my life I've dreamt of this moment, and now it's finally here. I can't believe it.

James' eyes drink in my figure very blatantly. His blue orbs rest on my full breasts, both of which are on full display in my column sheath dress. Slowly, his eyes lift to meet mine. Our ceremony goes by so quickly that I can barely process what's happening. At least, it feels very quick to me. Before I know it, James is slipping a ring onto my finger halfway. I pull the ring on all the way, accepting it. My shaking hands slip James' ring onto his finger, and he accepts it without pause. It isn't long before James is being told that he can kiss his bride, and I realize with a start that I'm about to feel his lips on mine.

James' arms wind around my waist, and I shiver as his hand lays flat against my bare back. He presses me close to him, and my lips find his naturally. I kiss him while my hands rest on his chest. James' lips are soft and insistent, and he parts my lips with his tongue as he kisses me hard.

I can feel myself getting dizzy as everyone cheers for us. Suddenly, James pulls away. I'm panting hard, trying to control my breathing. James intertwines his fingers with mine, and he pulls me down the aisle outside of the ceremonial hall. Our small wedding party follows us out, and the photographer begins to snatch photos of us while we walk toward him.

"You look incredibly sexy," James whispers in my ear, skimming his fingers down my back. James' low, seductive voice does something hot to my body. Sparks from his fingers shoot straight to my nipples, and I can feel my sensitive nubs pebble against the silk of my dress. I am growing increasingly appreciative of having chosen a low back gown for today.

He pulls me in for another kiss, and the photographer snaps away as we make out. James' kisses are like drugs shooting ecstasy in my veins. My hand cups James' neck as he deepens the kiss, and he tilts me backward for the photo. I feel my head rush when he has me stand upright on my feet again.

~~~~

JAMES' POV

I can't keep my hands off my wife. Her lips are plump and soft like pillows, perfect for kissing. Not to mention that she's wearing the sexiest satin dress I've ever seen. It has practically no back, and is barely held together by thin spaghetti straps. Her round breasts are on show, and it's been obvious that she's gone bra-less all night.

I hold her close to me, keeping both hands at the small of her back. Her arms are looped around my neck, keeping me pressed against her soft body. She's all round curves and soft skin. I breathe in her delicious perfume—she smells rich like Chanel.

I let her pick the first dance song. It's not like it matters much anyway since this is a marriage of convenience. She chose James Arthur's "Say You Won't Let Go," and I briefly wonder if it's a sign that I share the same name as him.

"Have I told you how sexy you look tonight?" I breathe into her ear. I imagine ripping the dress off her body and taking her until the sun comes up and her voice is sore from screaming my name.

I hear her breath hitch. "Thank you," she says quietly.

We head to the sweetheart table to eat together. She opts for the salmon and rice dish while I go for the chicken breast.

"How's the chicken?" She asks me after a couple minutes of silence.

"Good. You want a bite?" I ask her.

She looks surprised by my question, but nods her head yes. I cut off a piece of the chicken and poke it with my fork. Then I hold it up to her full lips. Her mouth wraps around the fork as she pulls the chicken with her teeth, chewing slowly. "It is good. Do you want to try my salmon?"

"Sure," I tell her. She feeds me a spoonful of the salmon and rice, and it occurs to me that this is the first time I've ever had a woman spoon-feed me. Her eyes watch my lips as I chew and swallow. "I like it," I tell her. She smiles at me, and I feel something in my heart flip as I look at her.

Mom comes over to tell us that we have to cut the cake. Sofia gets up right away, ever the obedient daughter in law. Mom loves her.

I follow suit, and we walk to the cake table where the photographer prompts us to cut into the dessert. Sofia puts her palm on the knife handle, and I envelope her hand with mine. Her hand feels so small under mine. We cut into the cake, and everyone erupts into applause. I find myself feeling thrilled when she feeds me a piece of cake. I feed her a small piece as well, and her mouth wraps around my thumb, sucking the frosting off. My cock twitches watching her swallow and smile up at me.

Fuck, I've got it bad. How am I supposed to last all night around her like this? Will she let me fuck her later? If she doesn't, Hawaii is going to feel like torture. I can just imagine her flaunting her bikini-clad body under the scorching sun. She looks incredible in this dress. How much better will she look in a tiny bathing suit? Or better yet—her birthday suit?

I lick my lips, watching her with lustful eyes. I'm going to have to be careful around her tonight, otherwise everyone will see how fucking hard I am for her.