Chapter 6
Hope
It was a line that we had both agreed to cross, but the problem was that this wasn’t the wedding of my dreams. Curt was cute. He was adored by women, and now that he was my husband, I wasn’t under the impression that he was going to be faithful, he’d get what he needed, and then he’d be out of the door.
I shook my head about the crazy situation that I had agreed to, and I knew that Curt was enjoying it a little too much. He had a wicked smile plastered all over his face.
There was too much at stake, and I couldn’t let my pride get in the way. I knew what Curt wanted, but there was something pulling me back.
I stood like a frightened little lamb as he stripped down naked in record time, but he left his boxers on; as if it was a reminder that it was my duty to take it off. He grabbed the bottle of champagne and blurted, “Take it off, Hope! Don’t keep your husband waiting any longer!”
This wasn’t the romantic setting that I’d had in mind when I thought about getting married. I’d had every young girl’s dream—date for a while, then one night, maybe over a candlelit dinner, he’d propose. No nothing like this, not because of a will reading which resulted in a trip to Vegas with a man that I hardly knew anymore.
But I knew him well enough. Some people never change, and I was sure that was true for him. He still carried a chip on his shoulder—the same chip he’d always had—and never took anything seriously. Curt got what Curt wanted, and that’s all there was to it, and things were no different than they had been when we were younger.
I tried to explain, “Curt, I just thought that we had to get married right now, you didn’t say anything about sex.”
I sounded like a kid. No even worse—a virgin—but I didn’t want to consummate our marriage, not like this.
He sat up, no longer in the mood to play games. I could tell because his amused expression turned dark and serious just as fast as the words came out of my mouth.
“This isn’t our first time. It’s not as if we’ve never done it before,” he sighed and then got up off the bed.
“Curt, you could at least make it sound more romantic? I mean this is supposed to be our wedding night,” I pointed to the bed, and he laughed as I did it.
I hated the idea that he was mocking me as he headed out to the balcony with the champagne bottle. He wanted to be alone, but I couldn’t help but follow him.
He sneered, “You’re the one that needs reminding that this is our wedding night. Not me.”
He was right about one thing; I was acting as if I was Miss Innocent when I wasn’t. We’d done plenty of dirty things together when we were younger. I’m pretty sure there wasn’t a single place in town that we hadn’t had sex.
There was the barn at his grandfather’s ranch, the backseat of his car, the empty field out on the edge of town, and multiple parking lots throughout town where we’d sneak off after dark.
Before we’d left, I’d made a trip to the department store and bought sexy lingerie—just in case. And maybe he was right, I was acting a bit immature. We both knew what had to be done, and neither of us was a stranger to each other’s body.
I sighed as I thought about the next part of the will. The one that we were planning to go through to have a baby. It was clear that Curt wouldn’t be happy with just half the money and land, he wanted all of it. Then again, I needed it too, but a marriage I could deal with. A baby would mean a lifelong commitment and neither of us were committed to that; not really.
“Curt can we just take it one step at a time. I mean, we’re married, but what about the baby.”
He laughed, “No way. We agreed to get married. If we have a baby then so be it. Besides the way that you’re carrying on. It’s like we’ve never done it before,” he took a big swig out of the bottle.
Before I could say another word, he turned to me, “Look Hope. I’m sorry. It’s not exactly the best setting for both of us. I know that you’re nervous and I’m not exactly over the moon. I never wanted to get married, and if I did, then it wouldn’t be like this.”
I smiled at that last part. That must be the most genuine thing that Curt has ever said to me in his whole life.
I left him standing on the balcony with the bottle of champagne while I quietly slipped back inside.
Rummaging through my bag, I fished out the sexy leather corset that I’d bought. After putting it on, I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror and noted how it hugged my waist. My breasts spilled out of the top of it, making them appear larger than they are but it looked good. They were on display like a prized toy, all the way down to my waist. I was dying to take it off because I could hardly breathe, but I wanted to try to make the most of the night, so I sucked it up.
I walked back out to the balcony to find him still standing there with his hands dangling over the railing, crossed, and holding the green bottle of champagne. I pressed my lips ever so gently to his and then I took his hand and led him to the bed.
His eyebrows rose as he turned to look at me and saw me standing before him in my lingerie. “You sure?”
I nodded my head and then pushed him onto the bed, “Don’t say another word, before I change my mind.”
He licked his lips as he leaned back on the bed, propping himself up with his elbows as he drank in my appearance. His eyes danced, and I could see a bulge developing as he scanned my body from head to toe.
“Do you like?” I asked.
He nodded, unable to speak as I opened my legs wide, allowing him to get a better look at me as I stood before him. I started to take off my heels, but he stopped me.
“Don’t take off the heels!”
Grinning, I loosened my hair from the tight ponytail I’d had it pulled back in and let it fall as it cascaded over my shoulders. Running my hands through my hair, I tousled it a bit and straddled his legs.
I was already so damn wet as I started thinking about how good he was in bed. Bending over, having my rock hard nipples rub against my corset felt like pure torture. They wanted his tongue. I stood up quickly and turned with my hands on the floor, making sure that he could see my pussy from all directions.
Enjoying the tease that I was putting on, I could tell that he wanted a fucking show, and I was going to give it to him! I took a swig of the champagne, the one that he was still holding in his hand and decided to get our wedding party started, the one that only involved us.
I faced him and said, “Don’t touch me, not unless I say so.”
His cock was so hard that I could feel it in between my legs. I turned and moved away from him while slowly taking the corset off. I felt better with it off, and I started rubbing my body up and down the pole of the bed.
I made sure to stay away from him, away from his touch. I wanted to tease him, or maybe a bit more than that and torment him.
That was when he put the bottle down, and we were both naked in the room. He took off his boxers and started jerking his cock so hard that it made me want to torment him more.
Walking over to me, he continued stroking himself. He was completely hard and swollen. Pressing the tip of his cock against my pussy, he slowly started teasing me back.
If I thought I was wet before, I was mistaken because now, I was drenched. My mind raced about all of the ways that he used to take me, and I wanted to feel him inside of me again.
He blurted out, “Sit on it! You know that you want to.”
I nodded, but Curt’s cock has always fascinated me. I may not have been a virgin, but I’d only been with one man.
There was a time that I would have done anything for him. Now, I wasn’t so sure. I wondered if I was out of my league when it came to him at times. He used to have women at his feet, and now he was officially my husband; the one that I was to love forever until death do us part, or rather until the probate came through.
Without realizing it, I’d started stroking his cock for him as his tip continued to press against me. I found myself in a position of not wanting to let go. He had given me multiple orgasms before, and I wanted to do the same to him. I wanted to take control and make him weak.
My tongue started playing with the head of his cock, and he soon started enjoying the pleasure that I was giving to him. I was teasing him, knowing that I couldn't resist, and neither could he.
He growled, “Don't stop,” as my mouth got ready to suck him dry. He thrust deeper into my mouth, and I wanted to gag, but I had no intention of stopping. My tongue whipped around his cock like a cobra, making sure that I captured every flavor, every part of his manhood.
“Hope!” he groaned as I rubbed his balls.
I knew that he was getting close to the edge. There was only one thing to do, open my mouth wider and go down deeper so that I could swallow his hot, salty seed as soon as it shot into my mouth.
It didn’t take much longer for him to come and I took every last drop, sucking and licking his cock clean.
My mouth hurt a bit and, as I flopped onto the bed next to him, he laughed, “Shit, girl where did that come from?”
I smiled as I crawled further up the bed to face him and purred, “That was just the beginning, I want this to be a honeymoon to remember.”
We soon changed positions, and he growled, “No worries. I’ll make sure of that.”