Intimate Mirror Room
XANDRY
The sun shone through the scattered clouds as I sat down on the fine sand beside my wife. Yes, my wife. I literally kidnapped her when she was with my sister stressing out about planning our wedding. When I figured out she had not traveled outside the country, I pulled out some of my connections. Well, one of the perks of being a VP.
And here we were on the beach of Harbour Island in the Bahamas and got married not longer than five hours ago. And we just broke the bedposts of the hotel bed earlier. But still, I couldn’t help but turned my head on my wife, lying peacefully on the sand with only a skimpy yellow two-piece swimsuit, sunglasses that covered her eyes, but I knew she was staring back at me. So, I strolled down my gaze to her neck where she still had a hickey on its right side and at the swell of her left breast. The light stretch marks on her flat stomach made her sexier and hotter.
Lately, I imagined many times if there was a life inside her womb. I wanted to have kids with her as well, but we didn’t get into that topic yet.
Then finally, my eyes landed on the tiny bikini, barely covering her waxed pussy.
“Stop staring at me like that, husband.” She lifted her sunglasses above her head and looked at me.
“You are my wife, and I can stare at you in any way I can.”
“Wow! How did you become suddenly so possessive and territorial?”
“When you are barely covering what’s mine I should be territorial.”
“Is that why you gave me all these?” She pointed out to her bunches of hickies. “To mark your territory?”
“Nah, I was just carried away that you are already my wife.” I leaned down to kiss her forehead.
My heart melted the moment she said I do. We might haven’t had our families around to witness our I dos, but what mattered most was we were married, and our souls and hearts were bound together. I didn’t think I could still wait another moment than to marry her, so I cried when she said her vows. Yes, I cried. And I’m so damn whipped. I never dreamt of having a life as perfect as this, having a job, a home, a gorgeous wife, and my beautiful children. My own family. My entire world.
“We still have to tell our parents. Your dad is going to—”
“Nope, this is his idea.”
“What?”
“I told him you were stressing out about the wedding despite us hiring a planner, then he told me to sneak out with you and fly to Vegas, But why in Vegas when you haven’t traveled outside the country?” I winked at her.
“How about Saph?”
“She will forgive us if you’ll tell her we’re planning on expanding our family?” I grinned.
“What do you mean?”
“Don’t you want a baby on our own?”
Her face lit up. “Are you sure about it? Or maybe babies, you know, twins.”
“Never been sure, wife. Or maybe triplets.”
“God, how much I love you, Xander.”
“Don’t call me that again, Blainie.” I laughed, remembering how annoyed she was when I first met her.
“Okay, then, let’s go and find another room and make baby or babies all night, husband. Then do whatever you want afterward.”
“Sounds like a plan, sweetheart.”
Her eyes grew darker, bluer than ever as I closed the door behind us. My cock instantly hardened when I saw the anticipation in her eyes. I kissed her lips and she kissed me back, pressing my hard erection in her lower belly.
Her eyes widened, wandering around the room I chose for us. “An intimate mirror room?”
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