Our Secret Dream 2

Reception Pending

We leave our beach wedding, walking hand in hand up the beach. Following the white wooden flooring up the slight tilt of the beach. Directing us to our transportation - a Pearl white Bentley. Smiling shyly up at Bryan I take him in. His cheeks tinted with a pink blush, his lips parted whilst his tongue flicks out between them, wetting them in the Mediterranean sun.

'Did you want some help baby?' He asks me stopping just before the side of the car and turning to face me.  

His eyes roaming over my body, longingly eating me up with appreciation and lust. The tight fitted corset of my dress showing off my narrow waist and full breasts. With a smile on my lips and my breath hitched in the back of my throat I whisper 'Please. Could you grab a handful of my skirt?'

I watch in surprise when a dark, sexy look spans over his handsome face before he growls deeply at me 'I'll grab a whole lot more than just your skirt' he promises before pulling me flush against his chest. My already straining breast flush against his chest from the confines of my corset. Reaching around me he wraps me in his arms. Hugging me close to his chest.

'You look fucking gorgeous'. The raspiness in his voice acting like a beeline for libido, my pulse picking up. I watch him intently as he leans down and nibbles on my ear. 'Mmmghp' I moan against his face as I succumb to the pleasure of just his lips. Oh what those lips can achieve. Breathtaking.

Just as sparks shoot down to my core he pulls back, followed by leaning down and grabbing a handful of my skirt in his arms. Smiling he looks around us and makes sure my dress is lifted up from the sandy, dusty floor beneath us. Our driver smiles at us before stepping to our side and opening the passenger door.

'You first baby' Bryan commands as he helps me climb safely into the car. Making sure that I don't bang my head on the roof of the car buy carefully placing his free hand on the top of my head. The simple gesture makes me smile, my heart swelling three sizes within my chest. Once settles he moves the skirt of my dress around me, ensuring that it is fully within the inside of the car. Leaning into the car he presses his lips to my cheek before pulling back and closing the door.

I watch from within the car in awe as Bryan speak with our driver. His voice that of a whisper preventing me from hearing them through the glass of the car. Smiling I look between then towards the beach. Our beach. Not that Bryan knows that yet. I might have sneaked a sale in before the wedding to buy this stretch of private beach. I wanted this place to be preserved. Somewhere we could come back to year and year without having to worry about it ever changing. It might have set me back close to 1.2 million but that's nothing in the grand scheme of my bank account.
With the ongoing success of my blog, social media, music and dare I say it modelling I have more than enough money and my listing within LA my lowest hiring rate is well into the 6 digits - thinking about it I'm not even sure Bryan knows how much I actually have within my bank account.

Blinking a few times I clear my head and gaze back at our guests. Gathered together along the beach gathering their personal belongings and having photos taken by the photographer. Twisting I look over my shoulder to the line of waiting white range rovers. Grateful that we planned a one hour break between the wedding and the reception. I for one need to have some time to get changed out of this gown and into my second dress for the night.