I feel blessed that I’m able to share the best day of my life with all our loved ones. And I know I’m the luckiest woman alive because the man of my dreams has put this all together for me.
As we dance, my left hand is resting on his shoulder and I admire the way the diamond ring on my finger catches the light. “I can’t believe you did all this,” I say. “And kept it all a secret.”
“My brothers thought I was a little crazy planning all of this without officially asking you first.”
“It was insane.” I press my lips to his. “But in the very best way.”
“I love you, Mia,” he says, his voice uncharacteristically thick with emotion.
“I love you, too. Always have,” I admit.
Through the reception Collins doesn’t leave my side. His eyes and hands find their way all over my dress, and it’s obvious his desire to be alone with me rivals my desire to be with him.
Soon enough Collins announces that it is time for us to leave. As much as I’ve enjoyed the celebration with everyone, I can’t wait to get Collins alone and out of that sexy as hell tux. Our guests throw rice as Collins helps me into the waiting limo. He’s refused to tell me anything about our honeymoon other than that we’re having one. He also assures me that he’s okayed the time off with my employer. The information wins him yet another kiss from me. He has truly thought of everything.
As we near our destination it becomes clear that he can no longer hide his plans from me. We pull into the marina and Collins helps me out, guiding me towards his boat, The Gremlin. As we near the water, I come to a realization and stop. “We don’t have any luggage. I didn’t pack,” I say.
Collins ushers me along down the dock. “What do you think Kylie was doing while you were getting all dolled up? I had her go to our house and pack everything in your closet that wasn’t nailed down. Although,” his voice gets raspy and he growls into my ear, “I plan on keeping you naked for the better part of the next two weeks.”
My panties dampen instantly and a tiny gasp escapes my lips.
Collins chuckles and with little effort whisks me off my feet, making me squeal with surprise. He cradles me in his arms and steps towards the yacht’s ramp. “Collins,” I say nervously, locking my arms around his neck. I’d boarded the boat many times and knew the ramp was sturdy, but worried that with him holding me, we might end up a little too top heavy.
He stops and his eyes lock on mine. “It’s okay, Gremlin. I’ve got you.” The assurance in his voice reminds me that I have nothing to worry about, because Collins has always protected me. He’s never let anything bad happen to me, and never will. I let out a relaxing breath and he continues on board, heading straight down to the lower deck.
He doesn’t stop until we’re in the master suite with the door closed and locked behind us. Still he doesn’t let go of me right away, instead pulling me into a kiss while setting me down gently next to the bed. As he kisses me his hands trace a path down the smooth silk fabric of my gown. He unzips the side zipper and helps me out of the dress, carefully pulling the strap over my head then letting the dress drop to the floor.
The backless dress didn’t allow for a bra, so now I stand in front of him wearing my purple lace panties and my flip-flops from earlier in the day. It seems an odd combination to me. I giggle as I kick off the silly beach shoes.
He laughs too as he shrugs out of his jacket and undoes his cufflinks. “Life will never be boring with you.” He steps forward, letting me help him with the buttons on his shirt.
I’d always thought making love on my wedding night would be a nerve-wracking affair. With Collins I’m not nervous at all, I’m full of excitement, and as we unbutton his shirt we both realize our intense need to be naked and in each other’s arms and work faster, finally pulling off his shirt and undershirt.
Faced with his bare chest, my body fills with heat, and desire pools inside me.
“Take off your panties,” he says.
I do as he says, feeling the heat and desire grow as he tells me what to do. I stand fully naked in front of him. His eyes drink in my body. I’m glad I recently waxed, because I know he likes me bare.
“Get on the bed.” His voice is raspy and low. I find just the commanding tone of his voice is enough to make me wet. I sit back on the bed, and move to the center, waiting for him. He knows the wait is torture for me, and he takes pleasure in teasing me this way.
His eyes remain on my body and his hands carefully work at unbuckling his belt. Just watching him work slowly at removing his clothing is enough to make me press my legs together, in need of release.
“Are you ready for me?”
“Yes,” I say.
I want to show him, but I’m not sure what he wants.
“Touch your beautiful breasts for me while I get undressed. Give me a show.”
I do as he says, cupping my breasts in each hand, pinching my nipples, which are already hard. I pull at them and tease them, and it feels so good I have to squeeze my legs together tighter.
“Open your eyes,” he says, his voice is close.
I hadn’t realized I had closed them, and when I open, he’s undressed, and lying on the bed next to me. His eyes, still full of desire, lock onto mine. “I’ll take it from here.” His hands cup my breasts, fondling them as he bends down, sucking on each nipple in turn. I arch my back as my body is assaulted with more pleasure than it can handle.
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