Our Wild Spirits

Chapter 17: Why Are We So Beautiful?

My off-the-shoulders white wedding dress was a beautifully simple concoction of satin and pearled wrists.
My hair was let down, small diamonds dangling off my ears and silvery flecks over my skin. The pear-shaped amethyst engagement and silver rings sparkled on my finger as Tom swept me off my feet-literally-, placing me on the wall. He pushed down my sleeves to draw my breasts to his view and he sucked on my shoulder, my hair covering his face. Our gazes locked tenderly as he stroked the sensitive mounds, causing my nipples to engorge and stand out to his mouth.
His lips took one of the peaked buds and laved them with his tongue, cupping the other breast to cherish it equally.
Our senses mingled intoxicatingly as the intimacy became one; we became one world together. Tom then fully peeled off my dress, fumbling with the garters to snap them off my thighs and tugging at the crotch of my panties.
"What are you doing?" I whispered, holding onto his neck, nuzzling his stubble. When he was done stripping off my panties and slightly spreading my legs with his knees, he took out his erection and shoved himself in me. I sunk my nails in his shoulders as he lifted up my arms over my head, driving roughly into my wetness. He growled, "I won't stop until you get pregnant."
I nearly screamed out my orgasm, my back pushing back higher against the wall.
"Harder, Tom. Please, harder!"
He instantly pounded me with all his strength, grunting, "Come for me, Emily. Come for me."
I bounced on his largeness, rocking along with his strokes. He finally hit that sensitive spot in my vagina, giving me all of his seed.

I wanted him to be inside me all night which was exactly what he did. This time was on the floor, me on top and riding him until we both came, our privates flooding out our fluids. I rolled off of him, breathing raggedly and softly.
I laid on my right side, exhibiting my nakedness to my new husband.
Tom tickled my buttock with his nails and pressed his mouth against my hip, teasing me playfully.
"Take control of your beauty, okay? Or else I'll keep drooling over it all the time," he said.
"Take control? You're always staring at me like a snack," I responded.
He squeezed the flesh from behind and then stroked my nipples.
"Go to sleep. I'll be making love to you again," he whispered.
"What if I don't wanna?"
"Stop seducing me and lay on your back," he suggested.