After the ceremony, we all went to the hotel. We had a delicious dinner, followed by much dancing and merriment. We shared our happiness with the other guests at the hotel.

Grant picked up the tab for every single guest eating at the hotel that night. Even though most of them didn’t know who we were, they were more than happy to join in with the partying.

Everyone watched as Grant and I shared our first dance. The band from earlier played the music, and after our dance, everyone else started dancing too. It was so much fun, but it wasn’t long before Grant took my hand and led me quietly out of the banquet room.

“Husband,” I said in the elevator, “where do you think you’re taking me?”

“You’ll see,” he said, a sparkle in his eye. “I may have married you,” he said, “but I won’t really have wifed you until I get you up to that bedroom.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’ll see soon enough,” he said, and began opening the buttons on his shirt.

My heart fluttered as I watched him. He revealed that manly, muscular chest and all I could think was that I hoped no one came into the elevator to join us.

No one did, and by the time the elevator reached the top floor, Grant was holding his jacket and shirt over one arm, while carrying me in the other.

He carried me to our suite. It had been tidied so thankfully there was no sign of the mess we had made when we were getting ready.

Grant laid me on the bed and then looked at me with so much love I thought I’d melt under his gaze.

“What are you looking at?” I said.

“My wife,” he said.

He was the picture of manhood. His arms and chest rippled in the faint light from the lamps. The moon shone through the window and reminded me of the night we’d spent in the barn at Faith and Jackson’s wedding. That was the night that had started all of this. Although, the real beginning of our story had been seventeen years ago when we were both just kids.

“Good things take time,” Grant said, then he climbed between my legs and found his way up under the folds of my dress. When his mouth touched my thighs, I gasped in apprehension.

I was about to make love to my husband. My husband.

He pulled aside my panties and began sucking my pussy gently. I lay back and clenched his face between my thighs. I squirmed in pleasure as his mouth licked and sucked, my pussy and clit completely at his mercy.

“Grant,” I moaned. “Come up here and kiss me.”

He continued to kiss me, but not the mouth I’d meant. My pussy quivered with pleasure. I was ready for him and wanted his cock inside me. He was my husband. That cock belonged to me now, me and no other woman. I was the only woman who’d ever feel it, and I wanted it.

He thrust his tongue into my pussy and moved it in circular movements, driving me wild with desire. Then he came out from under my dress and climbed up on top of me.

“Kiss me, wife,” he said.

My heart skipped a beat when he said wife. I opened my mouth and let him put his tongue as far into me as he could reach. He was mine, and I was his too. He could do with me as he wished now. His hands gripped at my breasts.

“Take off this dress,” he said.

I obeyed. I opened the zipper at the back and the dress came right off. Underneath, I had on the most intricate lingerie I’d ever worn. It had been made to go with the dress, and was of the same delicate lace. I felt beautiful and sexual in it, especially when I saw the way Grant was looking at me.

“Turn around,” he said.

I looked at him shyly.

“Go ahead,” he said. “You’re my wife now. You can trust me.”

Timidly, I turned my back to him. I was on my hands and knees, like a prize pony, as he admired me.

“You’re mine at last,” he said, running his hand over the soft curve of my ass and thigh. “Do you know how long I’ve coveted this body, Lacey?”

“Yes,” I said, because it was the same time I’d been coveting his body.

“I can’t believe you’re finally mine. I feel like I’ve won the lottery. I’ve wanted you so greedily, ever since I was a kid.”

“Then take me,” I said.

“Oh, I’m going to do more than take you. I’m going to wife you.”

He got up behind me and I heard him unzip his pants. He leaned down and licked my pussy and ass, making me nervous and apprehensive as the pleasure built up inside me. Then he touched the lips of my quivering pussy with the head of his cock. He just touched it, and it was as if electricity flowed up into me from the contact.

“Come inside me,” I said.

He slid the long, thick shaft of his cock into me, so far I thought he was going to impale me.

“Oh, God,” I moaned.

“That’s what it feels like to be my wife,” he said, his hands firmly holding my ass from behind.

He began to rhythmically thrust deep into my pussy, and then slide all the way back out. He did it gently at first, but as the heat built up inside him, be pushed faster and faster, harder and harder.

“Oh, Grant,” I cried out as he neared his climax.

I could feel his cock swell with desire.

“Oh, Lacey,” he said, thrusting himself deep into me.

Right at the moment that I thought he was going to burst, I started to climax. My orgasm rushed through me like a tornado, destroying every ounce of resistance my body contained. I screamed, ecstasy surging through every vein and nerve inside me.

As soon as my orgasm ended, Grant flipped me over. One look at his cock and I could tell he hadn’t come yet.

“Didn’t you finish?”

“I will now,” he said.

He spread my legs as I looked up into his beautiful eyes.

“You’re my wife now, Lacey.”

“I know,” I said, panting from pleasure. “I still can’t believe it. This morning when I woke up, I didn’t even know we were getting married. I didn’t even know you wanted me. Now I’m yours.”

“I had to act decisively,” he said. “Before you changed your mind and started giving me hell,” he said, grinning.

He slid his cock into my waiting pussy and I reached up and put my hands around his neck. The muscles in his shoulders rippled like the muscles in a horse’s neck.

“Come in me,” I said. “Come in me, husband.”

And he did. Instantly, I felt a throb in his bulging cock. I stared up at him, and he stared down at me, his gaze burning into my very soul. He shut his eyes, then opened them again. A burst from his cock poured into my pussy. It felt so good. We owned each other now. He was my husband. I was his wife.

“Come,” I gasped. “Come inside me, husband.”

And another surge of my husband poured into me.

“Yes,” he cried. “Yes, Lacey. Yes, wife.”

His cock throbbed and throbbed, his cock pumping and pouring into me so powerfully that I knew we’d created a bond that would last forever. We would belong to each other forever. Grant and Lacey. Lacey and Grant. That was the way it would be, because that’s the way it was always meant to be.

It wasn’t because of any decisions we’d made that our paths had crossed. My father had done it. God had done it.