When Beatrice opened the door and turned three shades of pink at the sight of me in a towel, I knew we were going to be in for an interesting night. I hesitated. “You have done this before, right?” I asked, my heart racing.

“Yes, Will. Just because I’m British, it doesn’t make me a prude.” She laughed and shook her head. “Although, I have to admit, none of the guys I’ve dated have ever looked like you.

“So, not tall, sandy brown, and handsome.” I struck a pose from Disney’s Hercules.

Her smile widened. “No. You’re built like a Greek god.” She sighed. “Although I suspect you’re already aware of this.”

I closed the distance between us after tucking the towel tighter around my waist. This thing wouldn’t be coming off until I decided it was time and I planned to prolong the excitement. “I’m less interested in being viewed as some kind of stud, and more concerned about being a good husband. Let’s make sure we get off to the right start. Shall we?”

Taking her hand, I lead her over to the bed and had her sit on the end. Then I walked over to my phone and hit the button to play music. I’d already hooked it up to the portable speakers I used sometimes on job sites. Somehow, I’d had the foresight to stick them in my suitcase before we left for the wedding. I thought maybe Thea would want to listen to music, as she sometimes did. Instead, I was now using them to give my new wife the first towel dance of our marriage. I needed to see her looking at me the way she had days ago, the first time she caught me in essentially nothing.

The minute Candy Shop started playing, she grinned and I began dancing. It’s not like I’d had time to rehearse, but I’d seen some dance moves and I used to be a passable dancer once upon a time. So, I started Magic Mike-ing it for her. Soon, I had the towel undone and was carefully, barely covering my goodies as I turned. Then I dropped it altogether and started to undress her while I moved and she tried not to stare.

I managed to make short work of her dress. Beatrice stood to help me and began dancing too. My eyes widened in surprise then I grinned like a fool. I had a hot, sexy wife. When she dropped to her knees and took my cock in her mouth, I almost lost it. In fact, after she had licked me up and down a few times while running her hand along my shaft, I had to pull her away.

“Bea, please. It has been a really long time.” I exhaled and nodded for emphasis.

“I understand. Let’s make sure you never go a really long time again.” She winked at me as she stood. And I swear, when she turned and asked for my help with her bra, the woman intentionally dragged her lace covered ass over my raging erection. When she looked up at me and batted her eyes innocently, I realized she knew what she was doing.

“Careful,” I warned as the song came to a close and she brought me to the bed. She turned toward me as she backed onto the mattress, and tugged me with her. I thought I’d be scared. I thought I’d feel guilty, but all I felt was happy and hopeful. Deep in my soul, I knew Megyn would approve.

I kissed her gently at first, little ones strategically placed on her temple, her forehead, the tip of her nose. Then I grew bolder. I pressed my lips against hers and felt her willingly open for me. Our tongues danced as the songs switched. Luther began crooning, “Let’s get it on…”

The kissing immediately ceased and Beatrice smiled at me. “I love your taste in music.”

“Yeah, well, I love you.” I ran my hands through her hair. “I fought it as it was growing and now, I get to embrace it, and you.”

“We really did this.” She sighed happily as she ran her hands up and down my back. “We’re really married.”

“Yup. Now, we make it official.” I kissed her neck, inhaling the scent of her, reveling in the new warmth between us.

“One more deal?” she asked quietly.

“Anything to make you happy.” I moved lower to caress her breast.

She gasped in pleasure and writhed slightly under me. I hadn’t lost my touch. “Towel dance every year on our anniversary, please.”

I laughed. “You liked it that much? Then definitely.” I sucked her nipple into my mouth before releasing it and adding, “Maybe next year…you can join me.”

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