Chapter 7

• “How are you going to have me, my husband?” I ask a little too sweetly
• He smiles deviously. “Any way I want to.”
• I giggle into his chest as we enter the suite, and I hold my hand in the air to celebrate being carried over the threshold.
• “Is that why you married me? To have my body at your beck and call?”
• He bites my neck hard. “Fuck, yeah.” He growls and I laugh out loud again. He marches through the bedroom door.
• “You won’t be laughing in a minute when I shut you up,” he whispers darkly, throwing me onto the bed, where I bounce and laugh again. He flicks on the pendant lamps placed on either side of the bed and switches the main lights off. Darkness surrounds us and instantly the mood changes from one of fun to one of sinful pleasure. Dear, God, I have missed him so much. I could never live without this, without him. I lie back and watch him take his suit jacket off in slow motion, then his shirt. I know your wedding night is supposed to be sweet and romantic, but I don’t want a bar of that. I want my wedding night to be downright dirty and memorable. As if sensing this, Joshua’s sexy eyes hold mine and my heart catches in my throat. He’s so beautiful. How did I ever get so lucky?
• He kicks off his shoes and socks, then wrestles around with his pants.
• I watch him for a moment. “What are you doing there?” I frown.
• “Fucking Murph!” he snaps as he looks down at his zipper.
• “Huh?”
• “The dumb prick sewed me into my pants.” He wrestles around again with his pants.
• My face lights up. “What?” I giggle. This is priceless.
• He shakes his head and I burst out laughing. I hear a rip as he finally tears open Adrian’s makeshift sewing. With a shake of his frustrated head, he slowly pushes down his black suit pants, and I am blessed with the sight of the hottest black briefs in the history of the world. I can see every muscle on his chiseled body and the hairs on the back of my neck stand at attention.
• “Joshua,” I whisper, overwhelmed at what his beautiful body and this night mean to me. I crawl over to him as he stands at the side of the bed. His hand gently strokes my hair as he pulls me towards him.
• “I need my wife’s lips around my cock,” he whispers.
• I can hardly breathe through excitement but I nod anyway, knowing I desperately need that, too. Using both hands, I slide his briefs down his legs and lick up the length of his thick shaft. I get an idea and my eyes flicker up to his. I need to erase the memories of those sex tapes I watched in that house and I think I know just how to do it.
• “Get your phone,” I whisper around his cock.
• He frowns in question as he looks down at me.
• “I want you to film us.”
• His eyes darken.
• “I want you to watch me suck your dick in my wedding dress.”
• He rips my hair in his hands as if losing control.
• “I want to watch this again and again and I want you to fuck me so damn hard tonight that I might break.”
• He rips away from me and kisses me aggressively. “There’s my beautiful slut,” he whispers into my lips. “I’ve missed my girl.” He cups my face in his hands as he looks at me tenderly
• Emotion steals my ability to speak. Oh, god. I love him. I love him so much.
• “Get the camera,” I whisper with renewed excitement.
• He raises an eyebrow and then smirks as he pulls away from me. He grabs his video camera from the wardrobe, puts it on the sideboard and turns it on. The red light tells me it’s running. I pull him toward me and start to slowly fist him as I scatter kisses all over his hipbones.
• Joshua stands silently, holding his breath. He cracks his neck hard and I smile. That damn neck crack gets me. Every. Single. Time. There isn’t a more orgasmic thing on Earth than when he does that. Joshua’s hands cup the back of my head tenderly. His mouth hangs slack as his dark eyes hold mine. I pull out and slowly lick up his length and around his tip.
• “I love you,” I whisper.
• He clenches his jaw as his arousal amps up to another level. He stands and pulls me up by the hand, kissing me deeply as he holds my jaw where he wants my mouth. Josh’s lips drop to my neck and he bites me gently as he drops to his knees and slowly licks his lips as his mouth kisses my sex through my dress.
• “Mrs. Stanton,” he breathes onto my stomach and I smile like an idiot. Slowly standing, he turns me away from him and slides down the zipper at the back of my dress. Gentle lips dust my skin and my head falls to the side. My dress drops to the floor and I hear him inhale deeply. Since I got back, it feels so new, yet so familiar. I will never get enough of this.
• I’m wearing a white G-string and corset and I silently thank the Lord I got that little bit of sun this morning.
• “Lay down, my beautiful girl,” he commands quietly.
• I lie down and he dips to go lower, but I pull him back up to my face.
• “No, Josh.”
• He frowns.
• “I need to warm you up, Presh.”
• I subtly shake my head. “No warming up tonight,” I breathe.
• “I will hurt you.”
• “That’s exactly what I want.”
• He hesitates.
• “I want you to hurt me like it’s the first time. I want to feel the burn of your possession. I want to be taken on my wedding night. I need my husband to own me.”
• Joshua’s eyes flash with dangerously high arousal, and he gives me that look that he gives, the one where he goes past his physical limits and I know I am about to fucking cop it.
• The tension is palpable and he cracks his neck hard.
• “This is why I married you,” he whispers darkly.
• Feeling very proud of myself, I bite my bottom lip to contain my smile.