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We walked into the penthouse just before 11 p.m. I was exhausted and just wanted to sleep, but Oliver had other plans. As we exited the elevator, he scooped me up effortlessly and carried me down the hall to the door, balancing me in his arms while he unlocked it.
Inside, the place was bathed in the soft glow of candles scattered all over the main room. Rose petals formed a delicate path leading to our bedroom. Oliver carried me along the trail, gently placing my feet on the floor once we reached the bedroom and planting a tender kiss on my lips.
"Let me help you out of your dress," he whispered, his breath warm against my skin.
I yawned, feeling the weight of the day catching up with me. "Oliver, I'm so tired."
"I'll make sure to keep you awake," he replied with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Can't I take a nap first?" I pleaded, half-joking.
"No, you can't. We've waited long enough." His tone was firm but playful.
He shrugged out of his jacket, draping it on the bench at the end of the bed. I stepped closer to him, pulling at one side of his tie, loosening it and sliding it off. I tossed it on top of his jacket before I started working on the buttons of his shirt.
"You really wear a tux well," I said, my fingers deftly moving down the row of buttons.
"And you really wear a wedding dress well," he responded, his voice low and appreciative. "I almost lost it when I saw you come down the aisle this afternoon. I thought of how lucky I was to have you."
"I'm the lucky one," I murmured, feeling a surge of love for him.
I pulled the shirt tails out of his pants, pushing the fabric off his shoulders, trapping his arms momentarily.
"I have you right where I want you, Mr. Fox," I teased, a smile playing on my lips.
His eyes darkened with desire. "Do you now, Mrs. Fox?"
Oliver chuckled as I unbuckled his belt and opened his pants. His erection was already straining against the black silk boxers he wore. As I freed him, Oliver pulled his shirt back on and started to remove the platinum cufflinks with the letter F.
They were his father’s, and a locket his mother owned was tucked inside the pocket of his jacket. Our parents were with us even when they weren’t. I released his penis, stroking him before stooping over to take him into my mouth.
"Not yet," he said, his voice husky.
"Why not? Would you deny your wife on our wedding night?" I teased, looking up at him.
"I want you naked, and then we can talk. Turn around so I can unzip you."
I did as he requested, feeling his fingers gently unzip my dress, sliding it down my shoulders until it pooled at my feet. He helped me step out of it, leaving me standing in my ivory heels and white lace panties.
"Don't you make a pretty sight," he murmured, his eyes dark with desire.
"So do you," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.
Oliver picked up my dress and carefully hung it in the closet. When he returned, he was fully naked, his cock standing straight and proud.
"Fully naked, Mrs. Fox," he commanded softly.
I slipped out of my shoes and pushed my panties over my hips, tossing them to Oliver. He caught them and brought them to his nose, inhaling deeply. His shaft twitched as he did.
"On the bed, all fours please," he said, his tone both commanding and tender.
"No foreplay?" I asked, shivering in anticipation.
"Judging from how damp your panties are, you don't need it," he replied, a sly smile playing on his lips.
Five long, torturous nights without him inside me had left me desperate. As I positioned myself on all fours, he gave me a gentle slap on the ass before slicking the head of his penis through my folds.
He continued teasing me, bumping my swollen clit until I was grinding my teeth in frustration. I whimpered when he finally positioned himself at my entrance, grabbing my hips and thrusting hard inside me. I came instantly, my body clenching around his thick cock, waves of pleasure coursing through me.
