Clinton, Michigan.

Kiss Me, Jay Jay.

I sigh, looking down at my suit. Chris is across the room, chatting with some the attendants of our wedding. He looks so happy. I feel an aching in my groin as I look at my beautiful husband. I can't wait until tonight.

Later......

I walk into our apartment, glancing at our suitcases by the door. We leave for Clinton, Michigan in the morning, so we're already packed and ready to go. Chris floats over to me, a wide grin plastered on his face, and grabs me, making me waltz around the room with him. I dip him, making him squeal.

"I didn't know you could dance like this Jay."

I pull him close to me and he buries his face in my shoulder.

"I learned from the best," I twirl him out from under my arm, listening to his soft giggling.

"Aww," He pushes me away teasingly. "You're just trying to get into my pants."

   I sweep him off of his feet and sit on the couch, placing him in my lap. "Maybe I am." I give him a sneaky grin, kissing his collar bone. He closes his eyes, then hops off of me. I frown at him, confused.

"Let's dance a bit longer. You never dance with me." He says, gripping my arms and hoisting me off of the couch.

"I'll dance with you as much as you want, my love." I kiss his ear, then dance with him until the clock strikes 2:30 a.m.

2:30 a.m.

  Exhausted, I collapse on the couch, Chris curled up in a ball next to me. He is still wearing the white suit with the intricate designing and beautiful gold accents. I run my pointer finger along the seam on his thigh. He cuddles up to my chest.

"You think you'll have enough energy for tonight, Jay?" Chris asks, gesturing to my heaving chest. I laugh.

"Oh, trust me. I have inferior stamina when it comes to getting down to it with you." I lick my top lip, rubbing his thigh, ready to pounce on my new husband. He notices, and I see the need fill his eyes, and feel the heat radiating off of him.

"Take me to our bedroom, Jay." He whispers.

    I nod, picking him and bridal style carrying him to our bedroom, kicking open the door, then repeating the process to shut it. Apparently, my little husband can't wait until I put him down, and starts hungrily sucking and nipping at my neck, then gently kissing each tender spot. I lay him down on the bed, leaning over him and fingering the designs on his tuxedo. He groans and reaches for my hair, twisting it around in his fingers for a few moments before letting his eyes meet mine.

"Just take my clothes off already."

     I quickly strip us both of our clothes, casting mine aside, but taking the time to carefully lay Chris' on the dresser before returning to the bed. Chris straddles my hips.

"Love me harder than you ever have before, Jay Jay."

And that I do.