Page 42 of Our Little Wedding

“We will take Nikki for the night,” Mike said. “Carly, you go dance.”

“You sure? She is welcome with us as well,” Jane answered, my father nodding his head.

I looked over to see Nikki let out a yawn and put her head down on the table, her eyes fighting to stay open.

“We’ll stop by on our way back to the room and get her pajamas and clothes for the morning,” Trina told me.

“Carly has them.” I nodded in her direction.

Trina nodded, “Okay, I will get them from Carly.”

“No problem, I’ll get them from my room. Yet I still want to know, who is going to go dancing with me?” Carly pouted.

“Max?” Spencer said. “Do us a favor and take Carly dancing.”

Max turned to Carly and grinned. “Sure thing, boss.”

Dessert was served, and once we finished, Spencer grabbed my hand in his. “Everyone, I just want to thank you for joining us on our special day. Now, if you will excuse us, I am going to take my wife back to our room.”

Spencer

Our suite was dimly lit as we made our way into the bedroom. I closed the door behind me and looked over at Ainsley. Her eyes reflected that same want and desire as mine. I walked over to her and allowed my fingers to graze over the skin on her arms, watching it pebble at my touch.

She closed her eyes as I reached behind her, slowly lowering the zipper on her dress. She raised her eyes to mine as I removed my suit jacket and shirt, then my pants. She leaned forward and placed a kiss on my chest as my fingers caught the shoulder straps of her dress. My fingers slid down the length of her arms, and the dress fell into a pile on the floor.

She stood before me in the white lace bra and thong I’d gotten for her for today. “I've been waiting to get you out of that dress all day,” I whispered as I bent and kissed her shoulder, then reached down and picked her up, carrying her over to the bed.

I placed her down on the bed, both of us moving toward the center. I leaned over to my side of the bed and opened the drawer, pulling out the surprise I’d gotten for Ainsley. I placed it beside my leg without her seeing it and then moved up and held my weight as I hovered over her. I placed a kiss on her chest and moved my way down, kissing the top of her breasts. I flicked the clasp open in front, her bra falling away.

Her nipples were already hard, begging me to take them in my mouth. I placed a kiss between her perfect tits as I allowed my hands to explore her body. I kissed my way down her body, running my tongue down her stomach, stopping at the start of her thong, allowing my fingers to play with the elastic.

I could feel my cock straining against my boxers. I opened her legs and once again held myself over her, allowing my cock to press between her legs with just enough pressure as I kissed her neck. I took one of her breasts in my hands, squeezingit, letting my hand play with it, and ran my thumb over the hardened nub.

“Take it in your mouth,” Ainsley said quietly, arching her back.

I rolled her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, and then sucked it into my mouth, grazing it with my teeth. A loud moan escaped her as I repeated that on the other side.

“I love these. So sensitive, so beautiful,” I said, taking them both into my hands and rubbing my thumbs just under her nipples.

I kissed my way down her stomach, stopping at the elastic once again, and slipped them off her body. I forced her legs open, looking down at her slick, wet pussy. “So fucking wet,” I hissed as I brought my lips to her center, lapping and sucking as I slid two fingers inside of her.

I listened to her moans as I continued, placing my hands under her ass so I could fuck her with my tongue. She moaned even louder when I continued flicking my tongue against her clit.

I could tell she was close, so I stopped and knelt before her, removing my boxers. I rested my one hand on the back of her thigh, angling her just right, while I gripped my cock with my free hand, giving it a couple pumps before I lined up with her entrance. One swift movement, and I was buried inside of my wife deeper than I’d ever been.

“Oh God, Spencer,” she cried out as I thrust myself even deeper into her.

“What do you want?” I asked, gripping her waist.

“Make me come,” she begged.

I repeated the short, deep thrust again, then reached for the little finger vibrator I’d gotten. I slipped it onto my finger and placed one hand on the back of her thigh again, holding her in place. I hit the little switch, and a buzzing sound filled the room.

“What’s that?” Ainsley questioned breathlessly.

“You’ll see,” I whispered, thrusting myself deeply into her before placing the little vibrator against her clit.

“Oh, fuck…” she screamed as I held that vibrator against her clit while I continued pumping into her.

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