Chapter 175
KATE
There were more guests, friends, and relatives of Nathan's than mine. In fact, I could almost count mine on my fingers. My father and his girlfriend Helena, whom I discovered to be a kind and loyal woman; Mary; Lisa; my colleagues from the university, Megan, who predicted this wedding; a few colleagues from work, and that's it.
Nathan invited almost his entire family because his mother insisted. I had met all of them at the hotel the day before.
In the enormous tent, some people started sitting at the round tables, adorned with white tablecloths, flowers, and lanterns. Dinner will be served shortly. I hoped to sneak away with Nathan after that.
He reappeared by my side.
"The first dance is for the newlyweds. After that, many people will want to dance with you," he said, extending his hand. "I'll try not to get jealous."
"Don't worry, you'll get to dance just as much as me."
He led me to the center of the tent, where there was only sand.
"I don't think so," he said, placing one of his hands on my waist, and I put mine on his shoulder.
"If my feet are going to hurt, yours will too. I'll make sure of it." I smiled at him as we waited for the music.
"Even now, you're still a shrew," he whispered in my ear.
The violinist began to play a melody in the background. We started moving together.
"That's certainly not something you say to your wife," I remarked.
"Then I should say that I can't wait to be alone with my wife."
"That sounds more appropriate."
"Do you think it will take long?"
"I hope not."
"Me too, because tight underwear won't be able to hide what you're doing to me much longer."
"Do you think anyone would notice if we disappeared for five minutes? We could escape to the cabin."
"Do you really think five minutes would be enough after this hellish week? I hope you remember what I told you last night."
"Are you planning to punish me for wanting to make our wedding night more special?"
"You've only succeeded in driving me crazy. What's so special about that?"
"You're just impatient."
"And irritated, and with no intention of being kind. Is that what you call special?"
"The last thing I need today is more kindness. It's not just you who's going crazy."
We pulled away, and he made me spin before bringing me back against his body.
"You also chose this dress to torture me? I can almost taste your breasts just by looking," he said, gazing directly at the neckline of my strapless dress, sending shivers down my spine.
"You'll like what I'm wearing underneath, then. It's something brides usually wear."
"Don't torture me."
"You're so hot that I feel tortured just looking at you," I said.
The music stopped.
"Let's drink something, so you don't get tired," he said.
The second dance was with my father, and once again, I became emotional. The third was with Nathan's father. Robert had become like a second father to me. Then I danced with Stephan, and after that, I lost count of how many of Nathan's uncles I danced with.
My legs were starting to ache. I only saw Nathan dance with his mother and a few aunts. He came to me with another glass of wine, threatening anyone who dared to make me dance more and telling everyone that I would get tired.
"Can we leave now?" I asked as he led me to a chair.
"Not yet, we still have toasts and dinner to go."
"I'm already tired, and we still have a long journey ahead."
"We can postpone if you want."
"No, do what you do best and find a way to speed up everything that's left."
Tonight, we will travel to spend the next three weeks in Paris. That meant we would spend our wedding night thousands of meters above the ground. It sounded exciting.
"I'll see what I can do."
"Quickly. They want to start the photo session."
After dinner, toasts, and tearful farewells, Nathan and I managed to leave for the airport. I got in, settling into the seat of the black Mercedes limousine that was waiting for us. It was quite spacious, with four individual seats in the back.
"That was a bit over the top, don't you think?" I asked when he sat down on the opposite seat.
"I didn't expect to hear you complain about a bit of comfort after all this," he replied.
"You're right." I relaxed into the seat, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath.
"Kate?" I opened one eye. He looked serious.
"What?"
"Take off the dress."
"We're not going to have sex here," I scoffed.
"A week…" His fingers tightened on the armrest until they turned white. "If you don't take it off now, there will only be memories of it." I got up and approached him, straddling him and holding his hands beside his head.
Was he threatening to rip my dress?
"If you dare to tear this dress, I'll cut your dick off, Mr. Ryan," I said through gritted teeth.
"I'm trying to be patient with you, Mrs. Ryan," he said, staring at my mouth and breathing heavily, about to lose control.
"Listen carefully… You'll only see what's under this dress when we get on that plane."
"Fuck that, I'm not spending two hours in this car without touching you," he growled, making me smile.
I released one of his hands to slide mine inside his pants, grabbing him tightly with my fingers. He was huge and hard. Biting my lip, he slid his free hand through the slit of my dress's skirt, slipping his fingers under the fabric of my panties, finding my clit, and rubbing it forcefully. I moaned, losing my mind, and almost gave up on my idea, pulsing with the desire to feel him inside me.
I pulled away enough to kneel in front of him. Pulling his pants down his thighs, I freed his cock before taking it in my hand. I pressed my fingers around him firmly, moving up and down slowly. He leaned in enough to grab a handful of my hair, keeping my head in place.
"No teasing," he growled, sliding his thumb over my lower lip before putting it in my mouth, showing me exactly what he wanted. I sucked on his finger when he withdrew it. Letting go of my hair, he settled back into the seat while watching me.
I enveloped him with my lips, letting my saliva run down his length before sucking him, moving my lips up and down. His head fell back as he moaned. He began to mutter profanities between his teeth as I increased the suction. He was close; his muscles were getting tense. I started moving my hand around him in sync with my mouth. I closed my eyes, savoring the taste of him on my tongue.
"I want to finish inside you," he said with a dazed look. I moaned against his skin, knowing exactly what that did to him. He closed his eyes with parted lips.
I increased the speed of my mouth, eager to feel him unravel on my tongue. I used my free hand to massage him just below. He moaned, and his body tensed before shuddering, emptying everything into my mouth while gripping the seat until his fingers turned white.
When I was done, I wiped my lips and climbed back onto his lap. His eyes watched me as I buckled his seatbelt.
"Now be a good boy and stay quiet," I said, pressing my lips against his.
Before I could get up and return to my seat, he grabbed my hips.
"Why should I do that?"
"Because I'm your wife, and I'm telling you to."
"Are you sure you don't want me to put you in that chair, lift your skirt, spread your legs, and eat you out until you come? And then fuck you hard?"
"Don't play dirty."
"That'll be the only exception I'll make for you until our honeymoon is over. Understood?"
I nodded. He let go, and I returned to my seat, almost changing my mind. The tension inside the car became almost unbearable until the end of the trip, and I knew he was completely irritated.
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