CHAPTER SEVEN:

“You have a very beautiful bride, Mr. Compton.” Ed Sheeran said with a smile to Dylan who in turn nodded and held her possessively to his side.

“What can I say? I am one lucky bastard.” Dylan replied and they all chuckled.

Vanessa discreetly moved close to her friend and whispered in her ears, “what’s going on between you and Michael?” she asked, pinning Gabriella with a pointed look.

“I am going to fuck him tonight.” Gabriella replied matter-of-factly and she stared in shock at her mostly shy friend.

“Are you sure about this, you know Michael is…” she started to say and Gabriella interrupted her.

“I know what Michael is and I am going to be careful, now go enjoy your honeymoon with your husband.” She arched a brow, cutting the worried Vanessa short. Vanessa stared at her for a while then shrugged her shoulders, at least she was an adult and she can make her own decisions.

The couple held a brief conversation with Ed Sheeran and their friends and snuck off minutes later to the penthouse in the hotel rented out for them.

As soon as the door closed behind them and they were finally excused from the party, Vanessa shoved her husband against the wall, trying to get him naked and inside of her.

“Mrs. Compton is fierce tonight”. He said with a quirk of his lips then he held her hands in one of his and raised it above her head, effectively stopping her lust crazed movements.

“Husband, I need you right now.” She whined, trying to twist her hands out of his tight grasp.

“Shh wife, I know you do, but I wanna savor this moment with you, I wanna take your clothes off and make love to you slowly. Then I would fuck you on every available surface in this suite, fucking you into next week. But first, I wanna take good care of you. Now be a good girl and be patient, remember the patient bitch gets the fattest cock”. He said, patting her on her round little butt.

He let her hands down and headed into the en-suite bathroom, grabbing the lavender scented oil, flowers and candles from the shelf in the bathroom he had ordered for earlier and a soft sponge.

He opened the tap and hot water ran from it, filling the small sized tub that was just about enough for both of them. He added the oil and a rose scented soap, swirling the water till it was evenly mixed, then he carefully placed the roses and dandelions on the water, making them float.

He went back to the bedroom, and met his wife fast asleep, her arms wrapped about her knees in a fetal position. It was a stressful day and she deserved the rest. But he gently woke her up and she stirred from sleep, he kissed her forehead and gently lifted her up. He helped her out of her wedding dress and he carried her into the bathroom, placing her in the warm water.

She sighed happily and leaned back in the tub accepting the glass of red wine he passed to her. Opening her eyes, she noticed the red and white candles arranged in the bathroom, giving it a romantic and sexy ambiance.

Her eyes met his and he flashed his perfect set of white teeth at her, pulling off his tie. He was fully undressed in the next few moments and she salivated at the sight of his thick and veiny cock, the tip shiny with pre cum.

He joined her in the tub, settling behind her, her back turned to him and their legs twined in the water. He picked the loofah and gently scrubbed it down her back, from her shoulders. He slid his hands to her soft breast and rubbed her areolas, intentionally leaving out her rosy nipples, she arched her back in frustration, thrusting her hard and pebbled nipples in his hands.

He removed his hands from her tits and skimmed over her slim and curvy waist, going in between her legs. Using the loofah, he washed her swollen and moist cunt, rubbing the sponge on her clit.

She almost cried out in frustration, needing his tongue or dick inside of her, he ignored her and continued to slowly clean her areas, slowly inserting a finger into her creaming crack. After few thrusts he suddenly pulled his finger out and lifted her up, mounting her over his swollen shaft.

“Baby, I wanted to drag this out, but I need to feel your wet cunt pulse around my cock”. He hoarsely whispered in her ears and she nodded greedily, tweaking her nipples with his right hand and he grabbed the base of his dick with his left hand and slowly pushed inside of her. She cried out in pleasure, turning her head to the side, asking of a kiss. He captured her lips with his, grating her lower lips with his teeth.

“Our love is forever.” She whispered against his lips.

“al…ways… and… fo…re…ver”. He replied, accentuating each syllable with an upward thrust of his hips***

A sound brought her thoughts to the present and she shivered as she quickly finished her bath and turned off the water.

She would be telling a great lie to herself if she says she doesn’t miss the touch of her husband. If she doesn’t miss the way he brings her body to life. And most importantly, when he told her he loves her.