Our Secret Dream 2

Husband & Wife Part 1

Wedding Night

Do you ever have those lapses in time where you forget for a moment what reality feels like? When your life is beyond everything you could have ever dreamed of so it feels like you've been living in a dream.

Well that's how I'm feeling right now. Paused or suspended in time. The car pulls up outside our Hawaiian beach cabin with a crunch of the tyres against the dried palm tree leaves. Smiling I look over to Bryan as he squeezes my hand.

'Don't move a muscle' he warns before looking away and opening his car door. Letting it fall shut behind him. The thudding in my chest fluttering as I anxiously wait for him to walk around the car. A few second pass before my door clicks open and Bryan reappears. His hand outstretched for me to take. Smirking I place mine in his, clasping our hands together before I spin my legs around and out the door. Rearranging my dress before pushing up and climbing out of the car.

'Thanks, baby' I whisper my gaze faltering from his. I take a few more steps away from the car, waiting for the door to close before we walk towards our cabin hand in hand.

'You look beautiful, kitten' he praises as we come to a stop in front of the big oak door.

Smiling I watch as he unlocks the door and pushes it open. The muscles in his arms flexing, my eyes locked on the movement a scarlet blush creeping up my chest, to my neck before covering my face. Trying to hide it from him before he catches on to my ogling I step forward towards the entryway. I only make it one step before a arm wraps around my stomach, tugging me back into his chest.

'Tsk. Tsk.' He grumbles, a playfulness to his voice.

'Aren't we going in side?'

'Yes. But your not walking in.'

Before I have the chance to protest Bryan leans in front of me, scooping me up into his toned arms. Those muscles flexing once more, only this time I can feel them as he holds me. Pressing the side of my body into his chest, allowing me to feel every toned inch of his body. His heat washing over me in a warm blanket of his smell. My eyes begin to flutter as the tiredness of the day catches up to me, in a moment of peace I allow myself to snuggle into the crook of his neck, breathing in his musky, vanilla scent.

Don't you just love when your man hoists you up, wrapping their arms around the back of your thighs and around your upper body whilst having you pressed so tightly against their chest that you don't have any distance between you. I guess this is the hold known as 'Bridal Style though after today I might make it a point to have him hold and carry me like this more often....

'What you going to do, husband?' I whisper as I press my lips to his neck in a long wet kiss. Sucking and nibbling on his warm, pulsing skin.

'Fuck' he mumbles, giving in to my mouth. His head falls to the opposite side giving me better and easier access to his throat. His Adam's Apple bobbing with every breath. His arms holding me tighter as a reminder that he is holding me up.