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I grab the knife and hand it to her. She holds it and then I cover her hand, and together, we cut our wedding cake. She cuts a giant piece, one I know she couldn’t possibly eat herself but don’t say anything. I’ll finish whatever she doesn’t.
Once she’s got the cake on a plate she cuts two small squares and picks one up. “Now you grab yours. And don’t smash my face with it.” I think about it for a minute and then decide against rubbing it all over her face, mostly because I’ve got a better idea.
We take a bite from each other’s fingers and the burst of lemon and vanilla is scrumptious against the pallet. “That’s really good,” she mumbles around another bite. I still have the sticky confection on my fingers. With my other hand I pull her close, undo her robe and let it fall to the floor. “I just got that on,” she pouts.
With one finger I press down the shoulder strap of one side. Her large breast comes into view, and I wipe the remaining frosting from my fingers to her breast. She gasps when I lean forward and lick the sugary taste off her voluptuous tip. It tightens and elongates under the force of my suction.
I pull back and lick my lips, slip her strap back up and look into her lusty gaze. “It’s better on you,” I offer.
Her head tilts to the side. “Really?” She says then sticks her finger in the frosting, pulls back a dollop and smears into onto my nipple. Then she comes forward and brings her pink tongue over my flesh and goes to town. She sucks hard making sure she licks all around the flat disk. I groan holding her to me. She moves back, dunks her finger in the frosting again then spreads it on my other nipple repeating the action. Within seconds, my dick is hard, pressing into the satiny fabric between us.
Again, she gets a large amount of frosting but this time she doesn’t put it on my chest. No, she drops to her knees, tugs down my pants and smears the white frosting all over the top of my dick. Before I can respond, her mouth is surrounding me and my hands are in her hair. She takes her time, licking off the frosting, swirling her tongue around the tip before taking me deep. Rivers of pleasure rip through my shaft, up my pelvis spreading low in my back. It curls there, the desire, the need to fuck her.
I place my hands in her hair and grip tight at the base, pulling against the roots. She’s sucking so hard I have no choice but to thrust down her constrictive throat. Somehow she tips her head a certain way, relaxes her jaw and then I’m there, all the way down her throat. Quickly, I pull back and she protests with a whimper. I shove my dick back down her throat and she swallows, that muscle squeezes the crown of my sensitive dick so hard I can feel my balls getting hard and high, ready to shoot my release. “Baby, I’m going to come down your pretty throat. You suck me too good, make me weak.”
Gillian moans around my cock and pulls against my hips. That’s her sign that she wants me to fuck her face. Gripping her head with both hands I begin a steady rhythm, of pressing deep into her throat, pulling back, letting her get used to it. She swallows every time I get to the end, and I’m losing it, her mouth is too soft, too hot, too exceptionally tight for words.
“Fuck.” I thrust deep. “Woman.” Thrust. “You.” Thrust. “Own.” Thrust. “Me.” I hold my cock deep into her throat as my cum spills into her mouth, pumping in large spurts over and over until I’m shuddering with the effort to remain standing. Gillian swallows all of me, pulls back and licks my softening dick clean.
“You’re right. The cake does taste even better paired with you.” Her innocent eyes are sparkling as I haul her back up into my arms and take her mouth.
Finally, I pull back needing to catch my breath. “Christ woman, you’ll be the end of me.”
“I hope not for another seventy years. Now can we cuddle in bed with our wedding cake?” She licks her lips and it makes my dick twitch. I lean down and pull up my pants and hand her the giant piece.
“That for us both?” She looks down at the large piece, her eyebrows come together.
“Does it have to be?” her sweet grin is my undoing. I tip my head back and laugh then cut myself a large hunk of cake, refill our champagne glasses, and get back into bed with my wife.
We spend an hour talking about nothing and everything, at the same time, eating cake, kissing, touching, enjoying one another.
When night falls I make love to her to the sound of the ocean waves crashing against the cliffs. Then, I wrap her body and take her to our official bedroom within the house as it will get far too cold to sleep out here even wrapped around one another. She doesn’t move as I walk the lit path.
Colin is waiting at the door holding it open.
“Everything okay, Sir?”
I look down at the most precious gift I’ve ever known. “Everything’s perfect, Colin. Thank you. I’m taking my wife to bed. We’ll be down late morning.”
He closes the door, and I carry my cargo to our room then place her in the center of our bed. I unwrap her naked body like a present. I can see the imprints of my teeth along the plush surface of her breasts, the red rubbing along her thighs where my stubble grazed along her creamy flesh. She has told me before how she loves to see the marks from our lovemaking on her, and in this moment, I couldn’t agree more. They are only on the surface and given with extreme pleasure and adoration. Just like the streaks from her nails I feel marring my back, and the hickey she sucked into the indent at my hip. Her favorite spot.
Slowly, I get her under the blankets. She sighs dreamily and whispers “Love, Chase,” in her sleep. I curve my naked body around hers from behind, push one of her legs forward so I can wedge my own between it, then curl my arm through hers and encase one of her large breasts. I squeeze and she moans. Even in sleep she wants me. Boggles the mind.
“Today was the best day of my life,” I whisper into her ear.
She hums and says, “Love, Chase.”
I chuckle into her hair and close my eyes. With my wife locked into the safety of my arms, I can finally rest.
Gillian
“Where are we going?” Chase asks while holding my hand in the back of the limo.
I smile and lean into his side. “You’ll see. I told you, it’s a surprise.”
He brings my hand up to his lips and presses a kiss against the top then sets it down on his thigh. It takes about thirty minutes to get to our destination, and when we get out of the car, Chase looks at the sign and then back at me. Above a bright yellow Cash Express is a building marked Raven Tattoo Studio right in the heart of Cork Ireland.
“Am I missing something? You want to send money to someone?” His dark hair blows in the breeze making my fingers itch to run through the strands. He lifts up his aviators and the blue of his eyes startles me, and I momentarily lose my train of thought.
