Sadie
“I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU married me in the same church mama and papa got married in.” I play with the lace of my wedding dress as we ride to the reception in the back of an old school white Great Gatsby car matching our vintage southern wedding theme.
Nick drives us as we whisper in the back seat, just like two kids falling in love.
“I wanted my angel happy, you deserve the best of the best.” I smile, kissing his cheek. He looks dapper, as handsome as ever in his Frank Sinatra style suit and his hair slicked back. I decided on a tight fitting, all white, mermaid style dress. The under lining is nude colored and the white lace overlay hugs me enough to show off my five-month belly.
Ben’s hands haven’t left me all day, even holding me tight into his side during the ceremony with his hand glued to my bump.
“You know, I was thinking about what we could name our sweet baby girl.” I place my hand over his and watch his side profile as he looks down on our joined hands over the bump.
“Oh yeah?” We found out we’re having a little girl last month and I hadn’t been able to think of a name more perfect for her until we said our vows.
“Yeah, you know how you are always telling me that she is this greatest song you ever wrote?”
“Yes,” he answers looking to me.
“And your mama’s name was Grace and her favorite song was “Amazing Grace?”
“Yes?” He laughs nodding his head, waiting for me to spit it out.
I giggle and shoot Nick a wink as he gives us a quick look in his rearview.
“Call me cheesy but I think Melody should be her first name because she is our greatest melody, and Grace should be her middle name for your mama. Melody Grace Cooper.”
His lip quivers then they spread into a smile as his brows pull in. He doesn’t have to say what he’s thinking because I can feel it, so can our little girl as she kicks in my belly.
“Oh, Sadie, you’re going to fucking destroy me,” he growls, leaning in and ravishing my mouth. His hand leaves my stomach and travels up to my breast where he squeezes it. I moan into his sensual kiss.
“Nick. Take us to the hotel. I need a minute.” He shakes his head and mumbles something along the lines of young love. But we ignore it, going back to kissing, not caring if we miss the first half of the reception, there is more urgency to be with one another alone, then in a room full of people.
Nick gets us to the hotel and parks while we run inside. I feel like a teenager sneaking away to make love without getting caught and I’m reminded of all the things that Ben and I are. We’re young, crazy, reckless and in love and even when we’re old and grey, I know I’ll still feel this way.
“Help me remove this dress before I rip it off of you,” he growls the second we enter the room. His words send a shiver of arousal through my entire body. Lifting my now longer hair up, I turn my back to him and show him my zipper. With steady strong hands he unzips me in one fast swoop and my dress loosens. Dropping my hands, it slides off my shoulders, over my bump and down my legs, leaving me in nothing but my little white panties and my see through white bra.
Turning to face him he looks me over, spending time on each part of my body like it’s a work of art, because to Ben it is.
“You dirty little girl, putting those nipples on display for her man.”
“Yes.” He tweaks my peaks over the fabric and I whisper a moan.
“Say it, say I’m your man.”
“You’re my man, Ben.”
“Hell yeah I am, now how about you let me have that little pussy so I can get my cock nice and wet to fuck that ass.” His words stun me with an excited chill up my spine. We’ve never gone that far before.
My inner promiscuous, bad girl side comes rearing her head and I put on a show for him. Loving everything about this moment with him—renewed love, a bright future, and heated passion all surmounting to the perfect moment on the most perfect day.
“Why don’t you take me like this, I know you like it, baby.” I climb on the bed on all fours, thrusting my butt up and out just like he likes it, my engorged clit sticking out and hard against the fabric of my see-through thong.
“Fucking dirty girl, you want it bad today.”
“So bad, I’m so horny.” We had a really busy week and I purposely held off on sex so we would both be begging for it today. That didn’t stop me from teasing him over the past week though, so we’re both ready and practically salivating for it.
Without another word, he rips my panties from me and the harsh burn on my skin feels more pleasurable than not. With a slap on my ass, he thrusts into me, sheathing me fully on his hard cock. I feel every inch, skin on skin, every thick vein gliding against my tight center. I scream out, my body thrusting forward as he growls, making no attempt at moving until I’ve adjusted.
“Yeah, tightest damn pussy.”
“The only one you want and need.”
I wink flirtatiously over my shoulder, gaining me a hard thrust. I giggle and he starts to slowly pull out and slide back in, taking his sweet time so I can feel it all. My veins are alive with smoldering lava, my stomach is coiling and weighing heavy. I’m ready to come and my legs and arms are a quivering mess as I try to keep myself up.
He’s slow but deliberate with his movements, sliding out slow, then pounding balls deep, briskly.
“I want you on top. Come here, baby.” He drags out a few more thrusts, both of us feeling that pull that we don’t want to stop. Finally he moves us, him lying on the bed and me over his hips.
Grabbing the base I line myself up and slide down, practically yelping at the new angle, my core overly sensitive from our last position. Roaming his hands over my thighs, he tilts his head, keeping his lip between his teeth as he looks me over from my breasts to my face, then to our connection.
The look he gives me sets me ablaze and I become unhinged, going wild. I begin to buck, rising and falling fast. He leans up for a brief second and unhooks my bra with little effort and I remove it without stopping.
“Yeah, look at those tits, so fucking sexy. Ride me harder, angel, let me see them titties bounce.”
“Oh!” His vulgar words spur me on and I do exactly as he asks, using all the strength I have in my legs to help me move.
“Fuck, squirt on me, baby—come on. Let go and get me wet.” Throwing my head back, I scream out and let go, feeling my orgasm rippling through me like a riptide.
Peeling my eyes back to him, I watch as my juices squirt out onto that triangular patch of smooth skin between his V.
“Yeah, just like that, fuck yeah, oh fuck!” I feel him expand and I tighten down on him, squeezing him like a glove as he loses himself, exploding hot rope after rope of come.
“Yes, Ben, fill me up!” I scream, chasing an immediate secondhand orgasm, my chest shuddering as my body shakes and we both twitch, coming down from our ecstasy chase.
We come down, still connected with him inside me, but now we’re chest to chest sitting up. His hands roam my back lazily, leaving a trail of goosebumps along the journey, as my hands tangle in his hair at the back of his neck.
“Say them to me again, say your vows,” I whisper into the tiny space between us with our foreheads touching.
Smiling up at me, he doesn’t miss a beat.
“I will always be the man that you deserve, I’ll never run from you and always trust in you. I will take solace and shelter in the home of love that you built for me when I needed it most. I will forever worship you, like my saint, and when the time comes, I will worship our daughter and forever remember how hard we worked to get here. I will spend forever loving you as you have loved me, Sadie Jay Cooper.”
With a lone tear and those words sounding off in the quiet of the room, I hold them close to my heart and remember them like they were a scripture, the most beautiful one that I ever read.
“I love you, Ben Cooper.”