After dinner, we had the father-daughter dance and mother-son dance, then Max and I slow danced together while the harpist played. The cake was delicious and many pictures were taken. It couldn’t have been more perfect. Just as the reception ended, the sun started to set, jetting out the most beautiful colors of pink and purple. Never had I seen such colors in the sky. And never had I seen and felt so much love and support as I did that day.
“Mrs. Jenna Knight. Let me do the honors.” Max opened the door, swooped me up in his arms, and carried me over the threshold.
“We did it. I can’t believe it’s over,” I said, feeling my back touch the bed. Max dropped next to me.
“Yes, we did. It’s official. Tomorrow, we’ll be heading to Paris, then Rome. By the time we come back from our honeymoon, we’ll be able to sleep in our new home.”
“Really?” I turned on my side to him.
“I forgot to tell you. The movers are moving everything out of my apartment to our new home. Matthew is going to direct them.”
“You’re so lucky you have Matthew.”
Max kissed the back of my hand. “Yes, I am.” Max caressed my cheek and looked lovingly into my eyes. “I’m so happy, babe.”
“Me, too,” I said sincerely. “I can’t believe I’m Mrs. Knight. It’s going to be hard to get used to.”
“I understand. You’ve been Jenna Mefferd for so long. Thanks for taking my last name.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way. It’s all or nothing.”
“Good, because it’s all for me.” Max’s eyes turned dark and greedy. I knew that look too well. My body had already started to tingle. “I love you, Jenna Knight,” Max said, unzipping the back of my dress. Then he carefully took off my veil and undid my hair. Max hovered over me. “I’m going to show you all night just how much.” His hot breath rushed down my neck, then lower to my shoulder. His kisses traveled downward as he tugged my dress down, exposing my strapless lacy bra. “Beautiful,” I heard him mumble against the base of my breast.
I drowned in pleasure when Max circled his tongue around my nipple. “Oh...Max,” I murmured softly. He didn’t stop there, he continued to glide his tongue down the middle as my skin was exposed. When he got to the base of my stomach, he rubbed and kissed my belly as if he was kissing our baby. His touch was different in that area.
Max had undressed me past my waist, and now the dress was on the floor. With the dress out of the way, Max took his time and kissed his way up my white stockings, to the garter, and to my lacey white G-string. When I heard a low growl, I knew Max liked what I was wearing.
But oh God! He was playing with my clit with his tongue. The sensation shot up to my core, expanding fast and hard. He was filling me up and I wanted more.
“I want to undress you,” I said, out of breath. It was my turn.
After Max helped me up, I kissed the side of his neck while I undid his bow, his vest, his shirt, and helped him out of his tuxedo jacket. I slowly ran my hands across his firm chest, feeling every curve of his tight muscles as his chest rose and fell. Max groaned and shuddered from the warmth of my tongue. As I continued to taste him, I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and let everything drop to the floor.
Max was hard, big, and ready for me. Down on my knees, I licked every part of his dick, then sucked and stroked the way he liked. “Jenna,” Max hissed and made the pleasured sound I loved to hear. Max started to rub my shoulder, and then threw his head back with his eyes closed. He needed to touch me. When he’d had enough, he yanked me up and kissed me, full of passion, desire, and want.
I couldn’t recall how my bra and all the extra lingerie I had on were off me, but that was what Max did when his hands ran all over my body and he kissed me like there was no tomorrow. He was so smooth and graceful with his hands and his lips that it always came as a surprise when I was completely naked.
After what seemed like an eternity of foreplay and me begging him to be inside of me, he finally entered. The shot of pleasure coursing throughout my body made my head spin. I was lost to his touch and the pleasure he was giving me. There was no sense of time or reality. It was just Max and me. Sometimes Max would look into my eyes and ride me slow. Sometimes, he would rock faster, causing me to expel short, gasping pleasure sounds. Max always made sure my needs were fulfilled, but he exceeded expectations tonight.
Today was by far the longest we’d explored one another. I didn’t know what time it was and I didn’t care. All I knew was that I was beyond exhausted. He wanted to make our wedding date memorable. There was no doubt in my mind that he had done what he had set out to do. I felt desired. I felt wanted. I felt his love in every kiss and every touch.