Oh. I nearly forgot! I go to the wardrobe and retrieve the small package wrapped in white paper and a gold bow, handing it over.
“What’s this?” she asks.
“My wedding present.”
She kisses me tenderly. “You are my present,” she whispers.
“Open it.”
Natasha slowly opens it and gasps when she sees the large diamond pendant on a thin gold chain. “Joshua.” Her eyes are wide, almost questioning.
I smile and kiss her as I grab her around the waist roughly.
“Say thank you, wench.”
She laughs into my kiss. “Thank you, wench,” she repeats.
My lips drop to her neck. The sound of her laugh, the smell of her skin and the feel of her love makes forever seem too short.
And as her lips melt against mine, her hands pull my jacket off my shoulders.
“Naked. Now. I need you naked right now.” She growls.
I happily oblige, I remove my jacket and shirt as she undoes my pants in desperation. She instantly drops to her knees and puts my dick in her mouth.
I close my eyes and hiss in appreciation. Her dark eyes watch me as she takes me deeply, in and out. I watch my cock slide from her mouth. This is supposed to be lovemaking but watching her do that just makes me want to rip her apart. My eyes find the hundreds of candles alight in the room.
Get it together, Stanton. Romantic… she deserves a romantic wedding night.
I pull her up to her feet and slowly take her clothes off as my lips stay locked with hers.
My neck gets tight and I crack it to release the tension.
“Oh, God, Josh, I fucking love that.” She growls as she starts to climb me, wrapping her hands around my neck.
I smile as I lay her down on the bed. “I fucking love you,” I whisper.
We kiss, and the feeling behind it has my eyes closing by their selves. My fingers find their home between her legs and I slide one in.
Oh, fuck, yeah. Burning hot and slick, just for me. I add another and slowly start to pump her with my fingers. Her body clings to me as I pull them out. This beautiful cunt is going to feel so fucking good around me tonight. I feel my pre-ejaculation rush to my head and start to drip.
My cock is hungry… so fucking hungry, and only one thing can feed my appetite.
She whimpers and arches her back off the bed. “Presh, do not start arching off the bed or I will lose control,” I whisper in a pained voice.
She kisses me deeper as she arches again and I have to physically stop myself from dragging her beneath me. My cock is thumping, weeping and so damn hard, it’s near painful.
Get it together, Stanton, I remind myself. Lovemaking… love… making. Not fucking. I shake my head and pull my fingers out. If I keep doing that, keep feeling the burning hot flesh inside my girl’s body, it’s all over.
She kisses me again and arches off the bed. “Josh, I need you to fill me.”
I inhale deeply as I try to control myself.
Bloody hell, how do men do this gentle thing?
I need her around me again, so I push three fingers in and we both groan as her body contracts around me.
“Fuck me with those fingers,” she whimpers. “Fuck me hard.”
My breath quickens and my cock starts to take control of my actions. I rip her leg up aggressively and her eyes flash with arousal.
“You want to be finger fucked?” I hold my wet fingers up in front of her.