Aleigha shared the first of many dances. She changed into a gold kitten heel and this softest halter neckline gown that was hand dipped by Bibi into this piercing blue color. As her something old, she wore a gold bracelet stack, one from her Pop Pop, and another Bibi had bought for her.
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Mitchell pulled Aleigha in and spun her around as she cheesed. "I don't think they need to be playing this song with you in this dress..."
"Oh hush and gimme a kiss" Aleigha mushed his face into hers as they slow danced and they sung to each other.
Slow Love by Prince
Let's make it last forever For a hundred times won't be enough Tonight is the night for making... Slow love
"So much better when we" Mitchell hummed. Aleigha couldn't help but giggle, she hadn't had much to drink, yet she was drunk on love.
"You gonna keep her all to yourself all night? Don't be selfish man!" Scott joked play punching Mitchell.
Aleigha giggled, "You know I can't forget about you handsome, come here and give me a dance!" She kissed him on the cheek.
"Alright now, you'll have to get your own wife. You can't have mine!" Everyone laughed.
"You hear something Scott?" Aleigha joked pretending not to hear Mitchell.
"Nah, you?" He added.
They'd eaten, toasted, danced, drank some more, by the end of it all. The guests faded to just the two of them. Slow dancing still, bodies intertwined, Aleigha's face nuzzled into Mitchell's chest, Mitchell breathing softly as he caressed the back of his new wife.
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Soon Mitchell and Aleigha were in the comfortable dark of his home. On the empty dining room floor he never furnished. "Hey Google! Play Slow Love by Prince on repeat! Ah!" Mitchell called out as Aleigha kissed on his neck pulling him to the floor. As soon as they made it into what was now their home, Aleigha had to have him. They made love right there under the white street lighting and car lights beaming through the blinds.
She moaned his name repeatedly as he huffed between kisses. Tonight was the first night they were ever intimate without protection and they cherished the feeling of their raw congress.
Aleigha drug her fingers along his backside grabbing the side of his cheeks. He was positioned on top of her supporting himself by his forearms. He slowly thrusted in and out of her, throbbing, yearning for more. Hot from the inside out. She grabbed on to his arms pleading and begging for more, hitting notes higher than Mariah Carey. She bit and sucked on his lips as he continued his stroke.
Switching positions, Aleigha now on top, she rode into their gratification. "Yes!" She tipped her head back feeling his hands gripped her waist. Her eyes closed, mouth open she allowed herself to feel the entire process of pleasure. She hovered back over him as he pulled her in, filling her with his exaltation. "Mmm" he moaned, "I love you so much" he finished. "I love you baby" she replied.
Caressing each other's naked bodies, kissing every place two lips would fit. This was indeed a night for that slow kind of love.
So much better when we take it easy Slow love So much better when we take our time Slow love So much better when we take it easy
