Wifey Talk [COMPLETED, 18+]

Part three

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SOFIA'S POV

After the wedding is over, James drives us to the hotel in his Lamborghini. His mom reserved the honeymoon suite for us, and when we walk inside, the bed is covered with rose petals. There are battery-operated candles flickering around the room, and the lighting has been dimmed to a romantic setting.

"Wow," I breathe, walking into the room. "Your mom really plans for everything, huh?"

When James doesn't reply, I turn to glance at him behind me. He's drinking me in like I'm his favorite bottle of wine. "Is everything okay?" I ask him.

"More than okay," he replies.

I bite my lip nervously. I know that a wedding night comes with it's own set of implications, and I'm not sure what James is expecting from me. Does he think we're going to have sex? I don't even know him. I can't see myself sleeping with him right now. I don't want to lose my virginity to someone I barely know, even if this is my wedding night.

"I'm going to go check out the rest of the room," I tell him.

I walk around the suite, realizing there are more rooms in here than we could ever need. It's only the master room that's been decorated with rose petals. There are several bathrooms as well, and I can't believe that the master bath actually comes with a clawfoot tub. I imagine taking a bath in there. It would be really nice to wash off the day.

I decide to run the bath. By the time I take off my makeup and dress, the tub will likely be full. In the closet, my luggage is sitting next to James'. Elizabeth must have had our things delivered to our room early.

I walk to the mirror, staring at my reflection. My face looks absolutely perfect. The makeup artist gave me smoky brown eyes that bring out my irises. My lips still bear the muted pink lipstick I requested to wear. Even my skin looks flawless. I look like I have no pores, just smooth skin and rosy cheeks.

My feet walk over to the closet where I take out my makeup remover from my bag. I grab the cotton pads and begin removing my foundation. It's so satisfying to see the dirty makeup wipes removing my makeup, and I take my time with it. After my face is clear of makeup, I start taking out my curly updo. The hairdresser had attacked me with Bobby pins, leaving hundreds of them in my hair. Just when I think I'm about done taking them out, I find more.

My head tingles when I finally get all the pins out. I run my hands through my dark brown locks, massaging my head. It feels good to finally let my hair down. A quiet sigh escapes my lips, and I jump when James speaks.

"Feels good?"

His eyes meet mine in the mirror. I take in his perfectly styled dark hair and the way his blue eyes twinkle with mirth. The tips of my ears redden.

"Yes."

"I've been waiting all night to take this suit off," he tells me. I watch him shrug the suit jacket he's wearing off and slip it over the back of a chair.

He looks absolutely delectable in the crisp white button up he's wearing.

"I should probably take my dress off too," I tell him quietly. "Help me?"

He beckons for me to come closer with one finger. Damn, that makes him look so hot. I approach him cautiously, and then I turn to my side so he can unzip me.

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JAMES' POV

Sofia's skin feels supple and smooth under my fingertips. I graze her flesh as I unzip the side of her dress and watch as she slips the straps of her dress down her shoulders. She's about to let the dress drop to the floor, but then seems to realize that I'm right here. A blush graces her cheeks. I don't miss the way her hands clutch the front of her dress, holding it up against her breasts.

Fuck. She's so hot.

"I'm going to get in the bath now before I go to bed," she informs me.

God, she wants to go to bed. That means no fucking tonight. And she's going to be soaking in the tub naked? How am I supposed to resist her? It's like she's torturing me on purpose.

"Okay," I tell her, swallowing hard. "I'll give you some privacy to get in the tub."

"Thanks." She doesn't suspect anything about my dirty thoughts.

I wait a few minutes outside the room while she gets into the tub. I hear the way the water splashes as she finally sinks into the water. Unable to resist watching her, I push open the door and walk in.

Sofia is sitting in the bubble bath, her head titled back against the tub and her eyes are closed. The bubbles barely cover the swells of her breasts as she sits in the tub, reveling in the steam.

I imagine slipping in behind her, grabbing her tits in my hand as we both soak in the water. The sound of her moans as I tease her nipples would set me off.

Damn it, I can't stay here fantasizing about her. I can't keep watching her in the tub. I need to get laid. "I'm going to head down to the bar," I say to her.

She opens her eyes and nods to me. "Sounds good."  Then she goes back to closing her eyes and laying back in the tub.

It's never been difficult for me to pick up women in bars, and today is no exception. A pretty redhead—not as attractive as my wife, but good looking nonetheless—approaches me. "Can I buy you a drink?" She asks me flirtatiously.

We both shoot some whiskey, and I can feel myself loosening up under the alcohol. My hand slips to her thigh, tracing up and down the inside of her leg. I see the way her eyes darken as she looks at me hungrily. "Wanna get out of here?" She asks.

I nod my head, allowing her to guide me to her room. It isn't long before my wedding suit pants are on the floor, and she's sitting in front of me on her knees, sucking me off. I thrust into her mouth, closing my eyes. I imagine it's Sofia on the floor, her plump lips wrapped around my cock as she licks and sucks down my length. Fuck. Why am I thinking of my wife right now?

I wrap my hands into the redhead's hair, pumping brutally into her throat until I hit the back of it. She gags, choking on the length of me before adjusting. I'm going to fuck her mouth until I forget about a certain curvy brunette.