You could see the hint of excitement in Harry's eyes as one of the groomsmen brought out a chair for you to sit on, meaning that it was time for the tradition your new husband was probably most looking forward to. The groomsman placed the chair in the middle of the hall as he pointed his head towards it, making you walk over and sit down, your cheeks now warming up.
Yep. It was the garter tradition time.
Of course this was a tradition nearly everyone does, but you couldn't help but feel embarrassed at the thought of having your husbands head underneath your dress whilst everyone else was looking, everyone including your parents and Anne aswell.
"Ok so now it's time for the tradition Harry probably couldn't wait for. You guessed it, it's the garter dance. Go on mate, have your fun!" Mitch teased, announcing what time it was to everyone making them chuckle and Harry to blush but nonetheless have that cheeky smirk you've grown to love plastered on his face.
You look up again to meet Harry's eyes and he winks at you, making everyone chuckle once again and you to hide your heated face in your hands. He struts over, dancing like the diva he was, showing off his dance moves proudly as his boys cheered him on from the side.
Once he reached you, he began with moving your hands out of your face and then planting a soft kiss to your lips, trying to keep things as PG as possible but you knew it's be difficult for him and he proved it by nibbling at your ear "can't wait to fuck my girl good tonight. Hope you're not wearing panties" he whispered into your ear making you teasingly slap his arm and Mitch whistles knowing what Harry said couldn't have been innocent.
Sarah teasingly slaps him aswell making you giggle, all guys really were the same.
Harry looks back up at you and he shakes his body, trying his hardest to dance whilst bending down but failing miserably as he slips slightly, landing on his arse. You helped him up but not before having your little chuckle.
"I'm good guys, thanks for asking" Harry joked before slowly dropping to his knees again reaching for your legs, he spread them open, definitely not the first time he's done that, and then lifts up your tailored wedding dress before disappearing underneath it.
You honestly didn't know where to look, so you keep your head low, being careful you don't accidentally make eye contact with your father or Anne as your husbands hidden underneath your dress.
Your husband started with placing soft kisses from your ankle up to your thigh, but as the kisses went on he started sucking, leaving behind hickeys for you and him to see only.
But once he realised you didn't wear any panties, mainly due to the fact you didn't want any pantie lines to show through your wedding dress, he smirked. Quickly licking a stripe down your pussy making your squirm slightly in your seat and shake your head, trying to not make it as obvious.
Harry then decided to go back to the lacy material of your garter and started to tug it down your leg with his teeth, you could practically feel his smug smirk against your legs as he finally gets it off you, the material hanging from his mouth making you pull it out and kiss him.
Everyone cheered for you and your husband and your smiled against his lips.
"I love you so much"you spoke, forehead resting against his. For a second you felt as if it was only the two of you in the room, you were so caught up in eachother.
"I love you more mrs Styles"
"Ok enough of that you lovebirds. Let's get dancing everyone" Mitch screamed making you and Harry pull away from eachother and laugh. His hand moves around you and soon reaches your waist whilst yours reaches his shoulder and soon the two of you are dancing away. In your own little bubble.
