Let Forever Mean Forever

Part 5

The Wedding Night

(Tommy POV)

The guitarist lead you into your hotel room and flipped the privacy sign over on the door, hoping that all of your friends would take the suggestion and leave the two of you alone for the next twenty-four hours. He grabbed your hand and pulled you toward the radio, switching it on before taking you into his arms. You smiled up at him and wrapped your arms around his neck as the Motown music came blasting through the speakers.

"Mrs. Thayer, May I have this dance?" Tommy asked.

"You may, Mr. Thayer," You replied

Tommy pulled you tightly against him and the two of swayed back and forth across the room, as the guitarist casually spun you around from time to time. The guitarist bent down and kissed your lips sweetly, feeling over the moon in joy over finally making you his wife. He thought of the future and what was to come for the two of you. The thought of your little children running around the room on Christmas morning as the two of you shared a cup of coffee made his heart flutter. You deepened the kiss by swiping your tongue across the guitarist's lips, making him immediately open up to you. The two of you stopped dancing and exchanged sensual kisses back and forth with one another. The two of your hands caressing each other's bodies and soon clothes started dropping to the floor.

"Turn around and let me get you out of this dress." Tommy whispered against your lips.

"Yes, sir," you whispered back

He undid the zip and pulled the fabric off your shoulders, watching in delight as it pooled to the floor. He pulled you toward him as his dick pressed against your ass and nipped your neck as he cupped your breast with his hands. You groaned and pushed yourself back against him, grinding your ass against his growing erection. Tommy pushed you away and walked toward the bedroom, hearing your chuckle behind him.

"I'm gonna fuck that laugh right out of you, Mrs. Thayer," Tommy said, grabbing you and pushing you to the bed

You climbed up on the bed and got down on all fours, making the guitarist bite his lip to stifle the moan from escaping as you looked back at him. He quickly removed his dress slacks and boxer shorts before climbing in behind you on the bed. Tommy wrapped his arm around, pulling you against him as his fingers moved down your stomach and into your aching pussy. The guitarist kissed down your neck as he pumped his fingers in and out of you.

"So wet for me, baby girl. Have you been thinking about me fucking you all this time?" Tommy whispered into your ear,

"Fuck Tommy, please don't torture me," you cried

Tommy pulled his fingers out of you and sucked them clean, tasting your sweet juices on his digits before he pushed you back to the bed. With one hand, he gripped your hip while using his other hand to line his cock with your entrance. You wiggled your ass against him and he slapped it hard before pushing the head of his dick all the way inside of you. He kissed your shoulder blade before grabbing both of your hips and thrusting in and out of you at a slow rate. His name rolled off of your tongue repeatedly as the two of you met each other's thrusts.

Tommy leaned closer to your ear, breathing heavily and praising you for being a good girl and taking all of him inside you. It was the first time the two of you had made love this way and it was bringing out an edgier side in the both of you. Tommy toyed with your nipples and slapped your ass as the two of you continued to exchange thrust for thrust. The guitarist could feel you tightening around his cock, but wasn't ready to let you earn your release just yet. He pulled out of you and grabbed your leg, flipping you over onto your back. You looked at him in shock that he had stopped the two of you, but he silenced your worry with a small kiss before he arched his hips and slammed his dick inside of you.

He tried to hide the smile on his face as your eyes rolled into the back of your head and nails went down his back. Again, he swiveled his hips, hitting that same sweet spot again. The sweat dripped down from his forehead to your chest and the two of you kissed back and forth as the headboard began to collide into the wall.

"Tommy, please let me cum. I'm so goddamn close," you cried out

"Cum then, Y/N, let me feel that tight pussy around this enormous cock," Tommy hissed

He bit into your shoulder as he thrusted into you one final time, making you scream his name as your release struck in over drive. The guitarist sucked the spot, tasting your blood as he kept pumping into you, letting you ride out your orgasm. You were speaking incoherently, and Tommy pulled his face down to yours, kissing you to silence you.

"Jesus Christ, we should have done that position a long time ago." You replied, rolling away from the guitarist

"That one is dangerous! You were locked on so tight. It wouldn't surprise me if you ended up carrying our child after this honeymoon." Tommy said

"We need to talk about that because I took a test back home. That's the one thing we never get to in the conversations about if we want to have them or not. I'm fine with whatever, but I kinda need to know where you stand on being a father before I give you the news," you replied with a little quiver in your voice..

Tommy pulled you tightly against him and wrapped the surrounding blankets. He felt nerves settle in as he looked for the news.

"Y/N, I would be over the moon to have children with you. Now tell me, what did the test say?" Tommy asked.