“How do I look?” I said to Sandra nervously.

“You look amazing, Meadow. Like an angel.”

“Really?”

“Really. Kane’s going to be dumbfounded when he sets eyes on you.”

I looked down at my beautiful silk and satin wedding dress. It really did make me feel beautiful. It was a long, classic, slightly off-white gown and even though Kane hadn’t seen it yet, he’d sold his two favorite surf boards to raise the money to pay for it.

Sandra was holding Loo, my tiny little bundle of joy. I’d had her three months earlier and she was the apple of her daddy’s eye. It made me burst with love to see the way Kane lit up every time he saw her. It was the exact same reaction he had every time he saw me.

He loved both of us and it showed. He couldn’t have been a more dedicated and loving father and fiancé. He was the man I always knew I deserved, or should have known I deserved if I hadn’t been so lost. He was adoring, he was kind, and he had integrity.

Being with him for the past year was complete heaven.

The first thing we did was move in together. We wanted a fresh start so we ended up selling his house, even though it was beautiful, and I gave up the lease on my apartment, even though I loved it. What we did with the money was build our own dream home overlooking the beach. To be precise, it overlooks the lifeguard tower where we went the first night we made love.

That was where it all started, and we walked down there nightly and reminisced about the amazing memories we had.

“Meadow, it’s almost time,” Sandra said.

I took a deep breath. I was so nervous. Everyone was waiting in the chapel, our friends, Paul and Jason, our family, our pastor, and most importantly of all, my groom.

I heard the music start, the beautiful classical piece I’d chosen to walk down the aisle to, and Sandra gave me one last kiss on the cheek before making her way down the aisle.

Then there was nothing left to wait for. It was time. I had to do it.

I swallowed my nerves and stepped out into the aisle. The entire chapel let out a collective ooh when they saw how beautiful I looked. Sandra was at the end of the aisle, my maid of honor, and standing next to her was the pastor.

I focused on my footwork as I walked slowly along the aisle, careful not to mess up in my perfect shoes. Walking the aisle is harder than it looks.

I wanted to look at Kane but I was too shy. I just kept looking at the ground, or at Sandra and the pastor, and even Paul. Anywhere but at my husband to be!

When I finally reached the end of the aisle, I took my position next to Kane and looked at him for the first time. I almost fainted. His face was so beautiful, his eyes so full of love. I knew he was certain he wanted to be my husband forever and ever.

The ceremony passed in a daze and it wasn’t until Kane was slipping my ring onto my finger that I realized it was actually happening. When the pastor said, “You may kiss the bride,” I thought my heart would explode with happiness.

“I can’t believe you’re mine,” Kane whispered in my ear as he kissed me.

“I was yours the moment you set eyes on me,” I whispered back.

Everyone cheered and we all went down to the beach to take photos. The reception was on the beach too and it was so much fun having a fancy catered meal right next to the ocean. Every single detail had been planned perfectly by me and Sandra. I felt as if I was in a daze.

After the meal and the dancing, and more toasts than I care to count, a beautiful yacht pulled up in front of us. With the moon and stars shining above, and all the little bulbs we’d set up above the dance floor glittering on the beach, the yacht looked like the romantic thing I’d ever seen in my life.

The captain rowed to shore from the yacht in an old fashioned rowboat and when we stepped inside, Kane helped me with my dress. We waved at all our friends as we were rowed back out to the yacht. I especially waved at Sandra who was holding Loo and would be watching her for the night. Then the row boat turned to face the yacht and Kane and I sat together and looked out at our future.

“I’m so happy to be your husband,” Kane said.

I leaned over and kissed him so passionately I thought I was floating.

When we got onto the yacht the captain introduced us to the other staff members.

“We’re all here to give you the most perfect, romantic night of your lives,” he said. “We’ll be sailing along the coast and having breakfast on a tiny island. Until then, if you need anything, just call. Your suite is below deck and has been fully stocked with champagne, desserts, fruit platters and everything you could possibly desire.”

We thanked him and then Kane whipped me off my feet and carried me into the suite. The sailors laughed and applauded.

“Now, wife,” Kane said when he finally had me alone in the suite, “it’s time for you to see how a man really treats his wife.”

I got wet just thinking about what he had planned for me.

I lay back on the bed and Kane stood above me, looking down.

“You’re the most beautiful bride a man could ever dream of,” he said.

“Show me how beautiful I am,” I said.

He was holding his diary, and I looked at him questioningly.

“What are you doing with that?” I said.

“Well, now that you’re my wife, it’s yours.”

“What?” I said, surprised.

In all the time I’d known him, he still refused to let me read it. He’d teased me so many times, but never actually let me take a peek. And even though I’d practically torn our house apart looking for it, I never found his hiding spot for it.

“Let me see,” I said, reaching out for it.

“Not so fast, wife. First you have to prove to me that you deserve it.”

“And how would I go about doing that?” I said with my most teasing voice.

“Well, I think you’d have to think of a creative way to make me cum, and if it works, you get the book.”

“A creative way to make you cum?”

“It’s a creative diary. You’ve got to earn it.”

I smiled at him and began to pull my wedding dress up, exposing more and more of my sexy, satin covered legs. I was wearing white lace tights that were held up with garters. As I revealed more of my thighs, I saw his cock rising in his suit pants.

“A creative way to make you cum! What’s a poor girl to do?”

“Whatever you like.”

I looked around the room. It was a beautiful cabin, and the gentle swaying of the water felt soothing and relaxing. I turned around so my head was closest to him, and then lay down on my back, looking right up at him.

His eyes grew when he saw the sexy position I was in.

I opened my mouth wide and looked up into his eyes.

“What are you doing?”

“Come on then. Slide into my throat. I’ve never sucked you off from this position.”

I could see he was eager to give it a try. By leaning my head back over the side of the bed, I would be at the perfect height for him to slide deep into my throat.

He opened his belt and let his pants fall down to his ankles.

“Is this creative enough for you?” I whispered.

He answered by sliding his delicious erect cock into my mouth. From my position I could see his scrotum and beyond it through his legs to the rest of the room. I shut my eyes and focused on the sensation of his cock sliding deep and far into my throat.

I knew that from where he was, he would be looking down at my body, my beautiful wedding dress, and I decided to give him a bit of a show.

I pulled up my dress again and slid my fingers inside my lingerie. I began toying with my clit while his cock slid back and forth in my mouth. I could tell he liked what he was seeing because his cock grew bigger and his thrusts got faster.

When I started fucking myself with my finger, he really began to thrust hard. He was close to cumming and all I could think about was my reward. Well, there were going to be two rewards. First, my throat would be full of his delicious cum, and second, I’d get to read his sexy diary.

We must have hit some waves then, because the boat swayed and Kane lost his balance, falling forward on top of me. Without missing a beat, he planted his mouth between my thighs and started fucking my wet, hot pussy with his perfect tongue. I wrapped my legs around his head and relished the sensation of his mouth, working its magic on my clit.

When he finally came, I was so close to orgasm that the taste of his cum brought me over the edge. I love the taste of his cum and now that I’m his wife, I’ll be tasting it whenever I want. He poured himself into my mouth and I swallowed every drop while orgasms rushed through ever inch of me.

When it was finally over, we both lay there, gasping for breath.

Kane got up and sat with his legs over the edge of the bed next to me.

“So, when do I get the diary?” I said.

He looked at me and gave me an evil look.

“When I’m done fucking you.”

“You mean you’re not done with me yet?”

He shook his head. “Come and sit on my lap.”

I couldn’t believe he was hard again already so I reached out for his cock. I couldn’t see it from where I was lying. When I felt it, it was rock hard.

“Wow,” I said.

“You didn’t think you were getting off lightly on your wedding night, did you?”

“I hoped I wasn’t.”

“Then be a good girl and sit on my lap.”

I got up and straddled his lap, facing him. I made sure my dress was over his legs and then lowered myself so that my sensitive, tender pussy landed right on the tip of his perfect, firm shaft.

When I put my weight on him, his shaft impaled me. I threw my arms around him and leaned back. He tore open the front of my dress and began sucking my nipples as I swayed back and forth on his cock.

“Oh, Kane,” I moaned.

“Meadow,” he cried.

He thrust up and I cried out as his cum flew up from his cock into my pussy. I’d been trembling with desire and pleasure before. Now, with more orgasms crashing through my body, I was completely overcome.

He thrust upward again and again as he continued to orgasm inside me, and then he collapsed back on the bed. I threw myself down on top of him and held him tighter than I’d ever held anyone.

As we both caught our breath, he ran his fingers through my hair and kissed my ear.

“I’m so happy,” he said. “Now, I better get you that book. You earned it!”