Page 81 of Protective Phlox

Tears trickled from my eyes, and there was no point in trying to stop them this time as he kissed my knuckles and placed my hand over his heart.

“Are you practicing for your toast later, because if so, that was….” I cleared my throat of the emotion that made it hard to swallow. “That was beautiful.”

“No, I’m just getting warmed up.” He tipped my chin, and even with the blindfold, he didn’t miss the mark as he dropped his lips to mine. I’d never been to an Orthodox wedding before, but I was happy not to do vows in front of everyone. I’d be a mess after the first line.

“Where’s the wall,” Nathan asked, his lips still touching mine.

“Why,” I asked suspiciously. “The ceremony is starting soon.”

“Just trust me. They can’t start without us.” Nathan smirked.

I had a feeling I knew where this was going, but I wasn’t going to stop him. Taking his hand, I led him to the closest wall and placed his palm against it.

“Perfect.”

I squealed as he cupped my face and pushed me back. Nathan kissed me like he was devouring my mouth, his lips and tongue demanding. When he broke the kiss, I gasped for air, but there was no letting up where he was concerned as he nipped the side of my neck while devious hands grabbed at the dress.

“Undo my pants,” he ordered. I was already wet, but my body responded to the gruff edge of his tone that bordered on desperation.

“Don’t ruin my hair, husband. At least, not until after the ceremony,” I said, half teasing. It had taken two hours for the stylist to get my unruly hair to look nice with the flowers mixed in. I refused to sit through that again.

“I might ruin it during the ceremony if I don’t get to have you right now. Not sleeping in the same bed as you last night was horrendous. I’m never doing it again,” he said as I freed his cock. He was extreme about everything, and I loved every second of it.

Getting the material of the dress pulled up, he slipped a hand between my thighs and groaned. “You’re such a good fucking wife not wearing any underwear, and you’re so wet.” I gasped as two fingers rubbed over my clit before slipping inside of me. “Does my sexy wife want to be fucked?”

“Yes,” I moaned and grabbed his hard cock, stroking him from base to tip and then playing with the rings.

“Say it again,” he growled, replacing his fingers with the tip of his cock. Lifting my leg, he wrapped it around his waist and slid his hand up and down my thigh. I’d never grow tired of the feel of his hands on my skin. Rocking his hips, he teased me with just the tip slipping in and out of my pussy.

“Fuck me, please fuck me,” I begged, wiggling as I tried to get more of him inside of me.

“Oh, you can do better than that.”

Anger rippled inside of me as the aching need to have him turned into a feral frustration. “Fuck me right now, or I swear….” I started and then cried out as he thrust all the way in and filled me up.

“You were saying? You swear…what?” He pulled out and thrust home again, and my body trembled as he rubbed all the right places like he’d been made just for me. “What were you going to do? Smack me? No, it’s not that. You know I love it when you’re all fire with me. Cut me off, maybe?” I bit my lip, my eyes rolling back as he picked up the pace. Even though I couldn’t see his eyes, I could still feel his imposing stare through the blindfold material.

“You wouldn’t do that. You’re as much of a slut for my cock as I am for this tight, hot pussy of yours,” Nathan said as his thrusts got stronger. I would’ve agreed to anything to make sure he didn’t stop as the orgasm built. My leg tightened around his waist, and I hung on to his shoulders, riding out the powerful thrusts.

“No, I wouldn’t do that,” I managed to say, even though my mind was a jumbled mess.

“Oh yeah?” Nathan nipped at my bottom lip. “Then what exactly was my naughty wife going to do?”

“Bleach your hair in the night,” I said and then kissed him, letting Nathan swallow my scream. His entire body hardened, his muscles flexed under my hands as I broke the kiss, panting.

“Oh fuck, yes, fucking perfect.” He growled as he came, his body jerking as he pressed me harder into the wall. “Fuck me. I can’t get enough of you.” Nathan rested his forehead against mine. “I can’t believe you’d bleach my hair. That’s just cruel.”

I smiled as I caught my breath and basked in the afterglow. “With silver tips for the silver-haired fox look,” I said. Nathan shook his head at me.

“Pure evil.” Smiling, he kissed me softly, and this was just another layer to the man that I couldn’t live without. As hard and demanding as he could be, he was also just as soft and tender when he wanted to be. I ate up all sides of him. Coaxing and savoring each one to the surface. Setting my leg down, I wasn’t sure I could stand, let alone walk down an aisle without looking like I needed a sobriety test.

“I know, so you better watch out. I need to get cleaned up and put my little blue thong on. I had a feeling you’d be visiting me.”

Nathan grabbed my arm and tugged me in tight to his body as he waggled his finger back and forth in front of my face. “You know me so well, but no, don’t put it on.”

“But….”

“Don’t bother. I plan on having you again after the ceremony, then after dinner, and then in the car on the way to the jet, and I’m sure a few more times after that. If you weren’t already pregnant, you would be before tomorrow night was through.” Kneeling in front of me, he ran his finger up the inside of my leg and wiped up the trickle of come that had escaped. He held it out to me, and I sucked his finger into my mouth. He growled with a shudder. “Fuck, I could take you again right now.”