Matt and Victoria are still searching for a new apartment to rent. For their special night, they've managed to rent a hotel out on the nearby beach. As soon as the wedding party is over, the duo rushes back to their hotel.

 

She's pressed up against the wall before the door is even pushed shut all the way. Matt keeps one hand on her waist and paws at Victoria with the other, fingers curling against her breasts even through the fabric of my wedding gown.

 

There’s no denying it feels good, and the spark of pleasure catches Victoria off guard. So do the teeth that dig into her lower lip and the tongue that slips into the cavern of her mouth. Matt kisses her hard and thorough, and his hands never quit roaming the expanse of her chest.

 

“I’ve been waiting for this,” he all but pants the words against Victoria's skin. “I’ve been waiting for this from the very first day I met you. Most people, you know, most people, they don’t bother with that, with me, with people like me. That's why the boys of the club are so supportive over this. I'm sorry they got sort of nasty out at the bar. They just…That's their way of showing support.” He continues, “Most of us don't get a happy ending like this.”

 

Victoria laughs. “I never thought I'd get a happy ending, either. I didn't think this would ever happen to me. Matt, I'm so happy. I've never been so happy!”

 

“You are such a beautiful woman,” he tells her, curling down just enough to slip one hand up and under her skirt. The fabric bunches up on Victoria's waist, revealing the pair of sleek, silver panties Meg had given her to wear. They barely cover the swell of her ass, barely keep her wet pussy hidden from view.

 

There’s a prominent bulge in the front of his black slacks. Victoria struggles for words. “Wait, Matt. You said something, once. You said you wanted to do—this—in public. We could…we could…do this out beneath the palm trees.”

 

“We could,” muses Matt. His strong arms wrap around Victoria, scooping her up like he often does. Rather than simply spin her around, he presses her close against his chest. In Victoria's ear, he whispers, “But we’ve got a whole weekend just to ourselves. I’ve spent so much time thinking about you, about this and all the things I want to do to that pretty little body of yours—the things I’m going to do. You aren’t really going to make me wait longer, are you? We can go out to the beach tomorrow. Fuck, we can go out to the beach later tonight, if you want. I'll lay you down and spread you open and just say fuck to anyone who walks past.”

 

A blush sits heavily upon Victoria's skin. Matt deposits her onto the bed, with her light green skirt still rucked up on her hips. It takes her a moment to realize this isn't going as fast it usually does.

 

Matt takes great care in pulling her silver panties down. He takes great care in slipping Victoria out of her dress and then stepping out of his own suit. It doesn't take long before he's settled down on the bed, a tube of lubricant in one hand.

 

“I know we've done this before,” says Victoria. “But it feels different now.”

 

The ring is heavy on her hand. Victoria loves it, and she loves the man hovering over her, but she just can't find the words to say it. Matt presses a line of kisses to the side of her throat, peppers them over her shoulders. “Does it?”

 

“It feels different now that we're married. Is that silly?”

 

“No, that's not silly. Nothing you think is silly.”

 

“You don't mean that. I know I say a lot of silly things. I'm just unsure of a lot of stuff right now. There's a lot going on—”

 

Matt cuts her off with a vicious sort of kiss. His hands roam over Victoria's body, trying to touch every part of her, to grab her breasts. He wants to get close to her, as close as he could ever get.

 

And then he's even closer—in her, slicked up with cold lubrication. Just like that, the tender touches are gone. Victoria hooks her legs around Matt's hips and rocks up to meet every one of his powerful thrusts. It's a desperate, needy sort of thing—let him touch her, let him feel her. It's something she's always wanted and never known how to voice.

 

But right then, Victoria can voice it with no problems.

 

Right then, she's in bed with her husband, and he's fucking her like it's going to be their last day on earth. The world pieces together with a startling sort of clarity. Heat devours her bones and turns her skin into molten gold.

 

She moans and mewls under the assault, raising her voice when Matt says, “Fuck, I love to hear you when you sound like this.”

 

The sound of skin hitting skin fills the air. It's a startling symphony, the best sort of sound. Matt pounds into her like a beast, and it might be the best thing Victoria has ever felt.