Authors: Layne Harper
“I…I…wanted it to be my wedding gift to you,” I stammer between kisses.
He stops kneading my breast so he can use both hands to get my sundress off. “I wanted our first time as husband and wife to be sweet and romantic, but after your news, if I don’t get my dick inside of you now I’m going to come in my pants, like a fucking teenage boy.” His voice is filled with hunger.
His hands are all over me, trying to find the zipper to my dress. I realize that, if I don’t give Colin a hint, he might rip the dress off of me, and I really like this dress. “Side, baby,” I say, breathless, as I move his hand to right side of my dress.
I watch his eyes go wild with delight as he takes the zipper down. My dress slips off my body and puddles on the ground around my feet. I see Colin’s eyes take in my wedding day lingerie. I don’t think that he’s ever been this crazed with lust.
“Are you trying to kill me? Fuck me, honey. You can’t tell me that you’re going to let me get you pregnant, and then wear shit like this. Take it off, Caroline. We don’t have long, and I need lots of time to figure that out.”
I look at him, and laugh. He’s running his hands through his wavy, dark blonde hair. His half-closed lust-filled eyes are burning green. His erection is straining against his khaki pants zipper, to the point where I’m sure that it’s leaving a permanent indentation. He doesn’t have a clue what to do with my lacy white corset, attached to white lace panties. It’s as if he showed up for a math test when he spent all night studying
Moby Dick
.
If I let him off the hook and showed him how easily my panties can be moved to the side, well, I wouldn’t be Caroline. Instead, I drop to my knees in front of him and begin unfastening his belt. Next, I undo the button on his shorts and unzip his fly. Just as I suspected, Colin is going commando—to his own wedding. I shouldn’t be surprised.
His eyes almost bore holes in me. “Stand up!” Mr. Bossy Pants orders. “I want to put my dick inside of you. In case you’ve forgotten your biology classes, you can’t get pregnant by sucking my cock,” he growls.
Oh, lord. I was afraid this was going to happen. Until he has me barefoot and pregnant, he’s going to insist on whatever position he researches and finds out is best for conceiving. Then, he’s going to have me lie flat on my back for thirty minutes with my pelvis tilted upwards. Our sex life is ruined until I’m knocked up. I decide to put an end to this real fast.
I slip out of his embrace, as I watch his jaw drop in shock. It’s as if I’ve taken his favorite toy away. I walk over to my bedside table and open the bottom drawer. I find one of my least favorite vibrators, because I know that I’m about to really make him mad.
I pull out the skin-colored penis and show it to Colin. His face turns from one of extreme lust to shock, in about point five seconds. “See this, McKinney? If you start obsessing over getting me pregnant, this will be the only dick inside of me until you straighten your shit out. I will not have my sex life ruined because you’re swinging for a homerun your first time at bat.”
In two long strides he’s standing so close to me that I watch his chest rising and falling. I plant my feet defiantly and look up at him with a determined look on my face. If he’s attempting to intimidate me by using his height to lean over me, he’s got another thing coming. This is one time when I’m not backing down.
He snatches the BOB from my hand. He growls, literally growls, as he gives my vibrator a look of disgust. Then he stares down at me with his piercing green eyes. “It’s going for a touchdown on the first play of the drive, honey,” he corrects my metaphor using his “don’t try my patience, Caroline” voice. “And, for the record, that fabulous pussy of yours is mine. Now I can say that it’s legally mine. I don’t approve of plastic inside of it.” His eyes are fierce with the power that he’s trying to keep in check, but failing miserably.
Colin walks over to the garbage can in our bedroom and tosses the vibrator inside. There’s a clanking sound when it hits the bottom. Colin rubs his hands together in way too dramatic a fashion, letting me know that the discussion is now finished. We’re two stubborn fools on our wedding day with a house full of people on the other side of our bedroom door, and neither one of us care. It can be added to our joint I Don’t Give A Fuck list.
I reach down, and start massaging my clit with my finger through my lace panties while I tweak my nipple using the other hand. I stare at my crazed husband. He doesn’t know what to do with me. He’s not sure if he should sit back and enjoy the show or attack me. But then I can see him reason that I can’t get pregnant if I get myself off. His erection is the color of a plum, and terribly swollen. I know that he’s aching for release. His face is fuming. “For God’s sake, Caroline, can you not be fucking reasonable? It’s our wedding day.”
“I can only be as reasonable as my unreasonable husband.” I smirk at him.
He approaches me, like a lion stalking his prey. “I fucking love the word husband coming out of your pretty little mouth.”
I decide to put him out of his confused misery. I push him back on the bed, and make a big show of moving my panties to the side. I straddle his waist and push back on my toes, enough so that I can tease the head of his penis. I pin his hands to his side with my knees. His face is awash with emotion and restraint. I continue to dance, just on the head of his erection, while I begin to massage my breasts again. His face turns dark. In a pleading voice, he asks, “Why are you doing this to me? Do you hate me? Do you like to make me crazy?”
I lean forward and kiss his beautiful, perfect mouth. “No baby, I love you. And I want to make love to you, but I want you to forget about me being off the pill. Let this be the only thing in your life that you just let happen, okay?”
“If I say yes, can I have my hands back, and will you slide your hot pussy on my dick?” he asks, angst still in his voice. He’s calmer now. I would use the word compliant, but it would only make him a crazy man again.
“Only if you tell me that you love me, and we’re okay,” I say, a little more cajolingly. I hate us being mad at each other on our wedding day.
“I love you, and we’re more than okay, baby. I’m the motherfucking king of the world,” Colin says, as he bucks me off of him as if to prove that he’s still the king of our pride. In a flash, he has me pinned underneath him, and I’m filled with Colin. He’s not being gentle, and I don’t want him to be. We’ve got all night for that. We both need the tension release.
He pounds into me, literally driving home his point. “You drive me fucking crazy. Just let me fucking take care of you. Don’t fight me at every turn.” I’m in no position to argue.
I throw my head from side to side. It feels delicious. I know that I should probably respond because his words anger me, but right now, I’m concentrating on not screaming as I pulse around him. He’s not finished as he continues to punish my body while I ride my orgasm down.
“Let me fucking take care of you,” he grinds out as he fills me inside. I’m sure that he’s secretly praying to the fertility gods that this will be the lucky moment. There will be an extra twenty in the offering plate on Sunday morning if Colin gets me pregnant the first month of trying.
He collapses on top, taking care to not put his full weight on me.
Probably afraid that he might squish the maybe-baby.
I cut him some slack and keep my thoughts to myself. I reach up and gently run my fingers up and down his back.
“I love you so much. You’re my everything baby,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper.
“I know.”
“Then let me have this. Just let me obsess. Can you do it for me?” he asks in a whispered pleading voice.
A million thoughts pass through my head. I’d like to tell him no. I have flashbacks to car and mattress shopping, and I almost shutter. Those were inanimate objects. How’s he going to behave when there’s a baby?
I love him. I know that he’s this way. I have to let Colin be Colin, as long as I can stand it. “As long as you can keep your crazy in check, then I will not give you too hard of a time for baby obsessing.”
He picks his head up and flashes me my special half smile. “Ah…Charlie, you do love me.”
He leaps off the bed in spectacular fashion. “I do believe that you owe me a first dance, Mrs. McKinney.”
* * * *
Colin and I dance to “I Cross My Heart”
by George Strait as our first dance as a married couple. I would like to say that it’s romantic, but it isn’t. Clay keeps teasing Colin about cutting in. My dad wears a permanent scowl on his face. Colin’s parents look shell-shocked, probably because their son didn’t have a proper church wedding. Rachael’s on the phone, dealing with an “issue.” And Brad’s loudly complaining about his all black clothing choice for an outdoors wedding in July in Dallas.
I’m glad when the song is finally over. My dad and I dance to “I Loved Her First”
by Heartland, which does not make my husband happy at all. Colin and I fought over my dad’s song choice. He finally relented and let it be played, but it was begrudgingly. The whole time that I danced with my dad, I had Colin’s not-too-pleased face in my head.
Finally, we just let Pandora play a great dance mix and the girls at the wedding, including Miss Marley and Jennifer and Quinn’s kids, dance, while the boys and Jenny start the all-important Dominoes Tournament.
When the Dominoes Tournament ends, Ty takes home the trophy and Jenny pouts. Clay winds up losing, and buying everyone pizza. We cheer and clap as Clay drinks his beer out of Colin’s size-fifteen custom-made Nike tennis shoe. Clay hams it up, as only Clay can do. We sit by the pool, and laugh and tell stories. It’s a wonderful way to end our wedding day.
Aiden stands up and gets everyone’s attention before the guests begin to leave. “I’d like to propose a toast to the newlyweds. I had the privilege of watching their first dance at Hurricane Harry’s, so many years ago.” I notice Aiden glance at Rachael, and a dark cloud passes over his face. It was also the night that they met. He clears his throat and continues, “Now, I’ve loaded an extra special song on Colin’s iPod for their last dance tonight. By the way, asspaste, you shouldn’t use the same password for everything.”
I hear Jenny laughing in the distance.
Oh, lord! What has Aiden done?
“Jenny, please hit play,” Aiden says, with a huge grin.
Then, I hear it. It’s the first bit of “The Right Left Hand”
by George Jones. There’s loud whoops and hollers, as some of our guests recognize the song. There are some blank faces, too, from people who’ve never heard it, but listening to the lyrics, they totally start to understand why Aiden has chosen it. Colin looks murderous, but I pull him to me and begin to dance with him, even though his feet aren’t moving. “Go with it,” I whisper. “It’s funny. Even you have to see the humor in it.”
George sings, “I put a golden band on the right left hand this time.”
Finally, he pulls me to him, and we finish out the song as he whispers, “Aiden is dead meat.”
I smirk. “Honey, am I not the right left hand?”
“You’re the only left hand, Caroline,” he says those words so seriously that it takes everything that I have not to try for a baby, right here and right now. He pulls me to him, and the two of us keep dancing, even though the song is over.
When we break apart, he leaves my side to walk over to Aiden and whisper something in his ear, as he gives Rachael a long, hard look. Aiden’s face turns into a smirk, and then he hugs Colin.
I’m pulled away by Janis and Clay who apologize for leaving, but explain they have an early plane in the morning and the babies need their rest. Apparently, Mr. South has not become Coach South yet, although Colin says that it’s just a matter of time.
Jennifer, Quinn and their three kids are the next to leave. Jennifer, with her crazy hair, pulls me into a warm embrace. “You let him go and he came back to you. Good girl!” I laugh at her butchery of the old adage, but I adore her. It turns out Quinn is a high school football coach, and she teaches freshman English. Their kids are a perfect mix of the two of them. I hope that I get more opportunities to spend time with them.
Slowly, our guests begin to trickle out. Colin reminds them all to please not talk about our wedding. We’re not planning on announcing our marriage, so it would be nice if our guests kept today to themselves, although Colin and I don’t have high hopes of that happening.
Finally, it’s just Aiden and Rachael left. They hug us goodnight and head upstairs. I did find out from Rach that they’re sharing a room. I’m hoping that’s because they’re a couple, but when I asked again today, I was told that they were just talking. Whatever that means.
I asked Alice to bring in extra help tomorrow to clean the house, so Colin and I can slip off into our bedroom for our honeymoon. We’re not going on vacation, because Colin’s training camp starts tomorrow, but he did get special permission to take the day off. We officially have about twenty-four hours until the mistress runs our life again for the next nine months.
When Colin shuts our bedroom door, he orders, “Remove the sundress. I almost lost the damn Dominoes Tournament thinking about that lingerie that you have on.”
I smile at him. “What, Colin? This old thing?” I reply, as the sundress hits the ground.
The man makes a primal raw sound as he scoops me up and places me on our bed. “This is why we need a huge bed, baby. It’s not for sleeping.”
His mouth twists in a perplexed way as he studies my undergarments. “Where do I start?”
“If I were you, I’d start with the eye hooks on the corset.” My meticulous man begins reverently undoing each hook, and there are a lot of them. I chose this particular get up because I liked that it was going take patience for Colin to get to his prize. Patience is something that the boy could use a little more of.
When he’s about halfway done and my breasts are freed, he asks, very sweetly, “Can I rip the rest off?”
“Not on your life, mister. I’m enjoying this.”
“God, baby. So am I. Too much,” he says, placing my hand on his erection. I flood with warmth and begin to squirm a bit. I squeeze my thighs together needing the extra bit of friction to keep my patience in check. I love that I can turn him on without touching him.