I never used to believe in fate. The world I lived in was filled only with the things you could create yourself. There was no magic, no destiny – just lots of hard work and maybe a little luck once in a while.

But Hugo changed my mind on that. There were 3 billion men in the world. There were endless possible encounters, an infinite number of ways my life could have turned out. And yet this is how it was turning out. With me in an epic pink frock and my hair done up to heaven and a big gold band on my finger. Hugo had said so many times that he was just ‘cooking’ for me, that the five-year gap between us was just him catching up, so that when we met again he’d be prepared for our life together. I mean, it sounds cheesy. But why not? Didn’t I think, in the back of my mind, that him and I always would end up together again, somehow?

“You guys are the cutest couple, seriously. I asked Max how you guys met and he said you just met each other recently on some holiday? But then David said you guys have known each other for years…”

Hugo and I exchanged secret glances. We were doing our rounds at the wedding reception, greeting the guests at their tables before the drinks were served.

“Well, both are kind of true,” he said, grinning. Everyone at the table laughed. He took my hand and kissed it.

“We had a kind of a …false start once before, five years ago. What can I say, I’m a slow learner,” he said.

“Actually, I heard that Hugo won your heart when he rescued you from a wolf,” another man said and raised his glass to us both. Everyone laughed again. “Here’s to old fashioned chivalry!”

We walked away from the table together and I squeezed his hand.

“God, who were those people?” he said under his breath. I smiled and waved at a table at the far end of the room.

“My cousins, I told you.” My dress made the most satisfying rustle as I moved. It was what a fairy princess would wear if they had discos in fairyland, and she wanted everyone’s eyes on her. I’d squeezed my bust into the bodice, which had a huge lace flounce exploding out the front. When I walked, the wiggle from each step bustled all the way down the train, making it seem a little like I was dancing even when I wasn’t. My shoes were red velour Louboutins, because I don’t give a damn about what red haired girls can or can’t wear, and whether red and pink match.

Hugo gave my butt a sneaky squeeze.

“So when do we get to blow this joint, huh?” he teased. I laughed and slapped his hand away.

“Oh behave yourself. We’re the bride and groom, I’m pretty sure they’ll notice if we disappear on them,” I giggled. He was looking adorably hot in a tux and matching pink bow tie. Funny, a man like Hugo made anything look rugged and dangerous. Even a pink bowtie, apparently.

“So, what you’re saying then is we need to make it a quickie,” he said and laced his fingers into mine.

“Hugo?”

“Yes baby?”

“I love you but you’re so naughty…”

“I know,” he said and gave me a wink.

“Let me just go say hi to aunt Jaime and then… well, if you promise not to mess my hair maybe we can see about an early conjugal,” I said and gave him a wink. The three glasses of champagne I’d already had were buzzing pleasantly in my head.

“Conjugal? I love it when you talk dirty,” he laughed, and walked beside me, his hand tucked firmly at my waist.

Not finding aunt Jaime we mingled among the guests for a few moments before I felt his fingers press my palm open and lace his fingers with mine. He smiled to our guests and kept his gaze turned outside, but all my attention went to the secret little conversation our hands were now having, hidden in the folds of my dress.

The wedding had been everything I wanted. Sparkly, eccentric and unmistakably me. Oh, and pink. Very pink. I had been playing dress up drama queen my whole life and now this was the live performance of my lifetime, and I suddenly found myself sharing the limelight with a man I had fallen in love with so hard I was still reeling. I loved being a bride, more than I thought I ever would. But the big surprise to me was that I loved being his bride. Unlike everything else today, the vows had been kept short and sweet, and as we stared into one another’s eyes, hands linked, I felt swept up in a story that was bigger than me somehow. I wanted to do everything with him. It was a strange feeling, but I couldn’t feel angry at him anymore. Hadn’t I been ‘cooking” for him all these last five years too?

“I’ve got it. There’s that back room they had the cake in, remember? It has a lock on the door. Here’s the bet. If I can make you come in under five minutes, I win,” he said as he leaned his lips close to my ear. I loved how naughty he was being now, with all our family and friends right here. I giggled.

“Speaking of the cake, we’ll have to cut it soon,” I said and leaned my weight into his hand, relishing his touch.

“Well, you’d better hurry up then,” he whispered and I blushed, probably pinker than my dress.

“Huh, and to think Carrie’s husband called you chivalrous,” I said as he skillfully guided me out the venue, hand still in mine, something mischievous in his eyes.

“Oh, I’m not chivalrous. I’m a caveman, baby. In fact, if this magnificent dress wasn’t quite so conspicuous, I’d have thrown you over my shoulder and taken you there myself already,” he said and began tracing a greedy hand over the beaded bodice of my dress. He always knew when to push. He always seemed to know when I wouldn’t be able to resist him.

When we were clear of the crowd we slipped out the back door and found ourselves in a quiet hallway. Hugo grabbed my hand and pulled me, teetering on my heels and a little tipsy, into a small side room where our cake now stood in the corner, quietly awaiting its moment on the stage. I couldn’t stop giggling.

“Shhh! The villagers are going to come looking for the stolen bride soon,” he said and quietly closed the door behind us. My dress still carried on rustling loudly all around us, and he gave it an exasperated look, causing me to burst out laughing again. All at once his lips were on mine, and I staggered back and banged hard into the door as he pinned me down. I was only startled for a second, before I found myself kissing back easily, urgently. I felt my hairstyle shifting and loosening but I didn’t care. I didn’t care if everything fell to pieces right here and now, this was the happiest day of my life and I deserved all of it.

His hands were all over me. Fumbling at my hair. Pawing at my bosom, belted and cinched in with plentiful ribbons and beading and embroidery. His mouth followed his hands – kissing, nibbling, like he didn’t even know where to start. Fuck, I loved this. I loved coming undone with him. I loved this free fall, this abandon. I went limp in his arms and let him do what he wanted to me…

“Becky, this is a hell of a lot of fucking dress you have here, you know that?” he breathed, and the miles of pink fabric crackled and swished around us and he lifted up the front of the dress. In an instant his bare hands were on my bare thighs and then there was no stopping anything.

“They’ll come in here for the cake and find us,” I breathed, more as encouragement than warning. His face was buried in my tits, and he was breathing me in deeply, all muffled kisses and moans as I spread on the wall and offered myself up to him. I could already feel my body melting inside obediently, responding right away to his touch like his fingertips knew a secret code on the surface of my skin. I instantly soaked through the ridiculous little panties I’d chosen for today.

I was overwhelmed. Everything came crashing together in one place. Perfume and pink and love and relief and the burning, delicious ache inside for him and his smile and the cake in the corner and the distant sound of the wedding going on without us and his tongue and his hands… I surrendered to it all. When he slipped one hurried finger inside me and then the next, my eyes slammed shut involuntarily. He pulled me close and relished the way I twitched against him. His other finger traced along my cheek, and sunk into my mouth. He loved seeing me like this. A complete slut for him. A slave to his cock. Unable to resist him, no matter when or where. I was his.

“Now, I want to feel this little pussy come hard, do you understand?” he whispered to my neck and I could scarcely focus enough to swallow. My body twitched and fluttered violently. His fingers were deep inside me and gliding smoot and firm, right where I needed it. It had the effect of hypnotizing my body. I was so wet I could hear every stroke. The light was off and the room was dim inside, but the world behind my eyelids came snapping into bright focus the closer he got me. I barely noticed his lips and what they did to me. I barely noticed how awkwardly I was pressed up against the door, or how roughly he had me pinned. All I could focus on was that maddening bliss he was stirring up in me, right in my core so that when he whispered again, “are you going to come for me?” the answer was the most obvious thing in the universe.

My whole world teetered on the pinnacle of his hand. I was close to coming, but he always knew how to tease me and keep me there. Drenched. A little insane.

“Oh fuck, yes,” he moaned and planted a shower of kisses all along my flushed neck.

“Hugo…”

“It’s right here, isn’t it?” he said and found the tiniest, most deliciously precise spot deep inside me and played his fingers against it till I thought my brain would explode. I could barely answer him.

“Shhh… now stay here with me, okay? Just for a second,” he breathed. I myself had stopped breathing entirely. I tightened around him, sure that the smallest movement would have me falling to pieces all over him.

“You’ve been my beach wife… my forest wife,” he said, his voice filled with naughtiness. He was fucking enjoying this. Hugo wasn’t ‘dominant’, exactly. But he loved a good game. Especially ones that he was so good at playing…

“And now you’re my wife wife. This is it… it’s finally happening.”

Stroke.

Fireworks went off inside me. I felt like liquid deep inside. His fingers stretched me open and tormented me, right up close to that edge, but wouldn’t let me go over it.

“Now, you’d better not make any noise, or you’ll blow our cover, okay?” he said sweetly, and kissed my temples. I moaned.

Stroke.

I wanted to come so badly it almost hurt.

“Not yet, baby,” he said, feeling my eager body. “Not yet. Are you listening? When you come, I want you to tell me that you love me, okay?” I could hear the eagerness creeping into his own voice. I wondered if I was feeling his swollen cock against me as he pressed us both against the wall. I couldn’t care. I nodded, eyes still closed, lips still parted, holding on despite the delicious feeling of his fingers deep inside me…

I barely noticed when he slid out of me and by the time I realized that he had unzipped, he was already halfway jammed into me. I would have cried out but his hand was already at my mouth, muffling my screams. I came long as hard just as he slipped into me. I was so wet, so open. He took his time with each slow inch and by the time he had stuffed his hard length into me I was convulsing hard against his crotch, screaming noiselessly against his hand.

“Fuck yes,” he whispered as I gave in and let a hot, urgent little orgasm rip right through me. When he pulled his hand away from my gasping mouth the words just tumbled out.

“I love you, Hugo,” I breathed, and said it again, and again, like a sex mantra. His hands were now firm against my waist and I heard him give a growl of approval before plunging even more deeply into me. His body filled mine. I fucking loved his cock. I loved that full, deep ache of having him in as deep as he’d go. I loved the weight of it inside me, how totally at his mercy I felt when we were locked together like this…

I convulsed hard against his stiff cock and the convulsion turned into another messy orgasm, and before I knew it he was pounding hard up into me. His cock tore through me like a hot knife through butter, and I melted over him, so wet it dribbled down my legs, which I could barely feel anymore anyway. My back slid up the length of the door a few inches with each deep thrust. He didn’t hold back. No polite suit and bowtie could fool me: Hugo was an animal underneath all that, and this was him in his element. Mindless, hungry fucking that soon overcame the both of us. I moaned and steadied myself against his shoulder as he drove into me mercilessly, fucking me hard over and over again, bringing that thick, rock-hard tool of his up into my body till the hilt, till I felt myself teetering up on my tip toes with each curl of his hips.

He didn’t need to ask me if I was going to come again. And I didn’t need to ask him. We were deep in a more primal conversation now, one that happened on the sweaty, hot channel of our bodies. I could feel him pump and pulse inside me, could feel him bulge in that way that told me he was about to explode. I knew he felt it took, felt me quivering and ready to burst again because he picked up speed, sprinting towards another hard orgasm…

I clenched his neck hard, I whimpered and he banged his body against mine. We came together, and the world went a bright, blistering white for a moment. Fuck yes. I wanted to feel this way forever. I came long and deep, and we both stared shocked at one another as he shot spurt after spurt of warm cum in to me. I loved that look of defeat on his face. I loved watching his whole caveman façade crumble sweetly, loved watching as he lost control and melted in front of me…

“I love you, Becky,” he moaned, and he struggled to gather his breath. He slid from me awkwardly and we spent the next few moments adjusting our clothing again, dabbing away the sweat at our brows, remembering that we were separate people. I peered over his shoulder at a dimly lit clock on the wall, then smiled.

“That was ten minutes at least,” I teased. He spun around to look at the clock and turned again to me, grinning.

“Yeah, but you came twice.” He winced a little as he zipped up again and did his best to smooth down the rumpled front of my dress. It was hard to believe how far out of our minds we’d just been, but with so little evidence. Only my heart, pounding away invisibly, would have given any clue. Well, that and the fact that he’s probably kissed my lipstick off and wrecked my hair.

He kissed me a little again, taking deep, excited breaths and looking down at me with tenderness and awe on his sexy face. I think the glow I felt in my cheeks was more about how giggly and giddy he made me with that look, and not just about the naughty, syrupy tingle I still felt between my legs.

“That’s true. But fair’s fair. Looks like I won this one,” I said and pecked his cheek. He laughed. I love dhow relaxed he was after a good hard come like that. Some devilish part inside me was thrilled to be filled with his cum. There was something so deeply satisfying about feeling it wet inside me, like I was marked by him, loved in a way far beyond what words could express. Hugo loved me with all of himself, and better proof was there other than knowing he had injected me deep and full of his cum? I smiled like I had the best secret in the world. Blushing bride indeed.

“Well, we can figure out what your prize is later… for now I think there’s probably about a few hundred more aunts and uncles we still have to greet, right?”

“Probably,” I laughed.

“You know what I could really go for right now?” he said, as he guided me out the room and we shut the door behind us again. “A coffee and croissant at that little place.”

I laughed.

“Actually, I feel like exactly the same thing,” I said.

He walked back to the main reception hall and I followed behind him, my hand in his as he led me. Young Becky and young Hugo wouldn’t have known what to make of us if they could see us now. Well, except for the quickie in the back room, that’s probably something our younger selves could get on board with.

We entered the main hall and to our relief nobody seemed to have noticed our absence. Hugo walked over to one of the buffet tables, grabbed a napkin and pulled a pen from inside his tux. I leaned over him to see what he was scribbling on it.

“For our memory box,” he said simply, and the pen tip moved quickly over the napkin. I laughed.

“Our memory box? But I already married you, didn’t I?”

He looked up at me with a roguish grin.

‘Well yeah. Now we can get to the really good stuff,” he said and carried on writing.

“All right, let me see, I know how bad your spelling is,” I said when he was done. He handed it to me proudly. I squinted my eyes and made a show of straining to read his awful handwriting. There were only a few words. But that was all it took. My eyes misted up immediately and a lump found its way into my throat.

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