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hands still as he hooks his thumbs into my delicate knickers. I hold my breath. He pauses, holds his nerve, and teases me.
    He still loves to tease me. A lump forms in my throat. I remember our first official date, when all this really started.
    â€˜How did I get so lucky?’ The words drift softly off my tongue.
    â€˜I like to think it’s more than dumb luck,’ he replies. ‘We’re made for each other.’
    Our lips meet, drawn together by a force stronger than both of us. That force is love and it bathes my body. Our mouths stretch and squeeze against each other. He pushes his hands down and my panties, another one of his words I’ve picked up, cling momentarily then fall down my legs and hit the floor. I’m naked and pressed against the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen.
    I don’t care if it’s luck, destiny or just the pure animal lust of attraction that brings us together; I’m just so glad that through trials and tribulations we are still together and this, this wedding night is a marker I will remember and treasure always in my heart.
    He curves his fingers around the flesh of my buttocks and squeezes. My moan vibrates across my lips to his during our kiss. I drop my hands down to his waist and insinuate them between our bodies. I want to feel him naked against me; I crave his skin against mine. He strokes, squeezes, and caresses and I fiddle with his button, then coax down his zip. I impatiently drag down his trousers and boxers at the same time, then arch my body forward to feel his thick, hard shaft pressing against my hot skin.
    â€˜I want to taste you, wife.’ He gasps, his lips trailing down to my neck and my chest. ‘I need to taste you.’
    â€˜I won’t say no to that,’ I mumble. He presses kisses over the soft hillock of my stomach. He makes me feel so sexy that I just enjoy the damp heat of his lips over the curve I worry so often about, the stomach I fought hard to hide beneath the clever silken material of my wedding dress. I revel in his attention and anticipate the route of his lips.
    â€˜Step back,’ he orders. I do as commanded and leave my knickers behind. ‘Another step,’ he continues and so do I, then I feel something shockingly cool on my buttocks. Before I can think about the fact my naked arse is pressed against the cold glass of a hotel window he has lifted my right leg and rested it on his shoulder. His breath tickles over the plump lips of my sex and I lift my hips and press forward in my eagerness, not necessarily in reaction to the cold shock of the glass.
    He does not make me wait too long. I can feel his desperation as his tongue trails lazily up and down my slit. He seeks out my clit and sucks upon it; my hand slaps back on the glass and I roll my head back and moan my appreciation.
    His tongue flicks confidently over my raised nub and his fingers push up inside me. Thought is no longer possible; all the pleasure from his probing fingers coalesces with the sucking rhythm of his lips around my clit. I feel him confidently playing me to orgasm. I can smell my musk, hear my moans and the laps of his tongue along with the base noises my cunt makes as I am finger-fucked. I see nothing, my eyes are tightly closed, but I can still taste his kisses on my enflamed lips and I lick them lasciviously between groans.
    My orgasm breaks with a violence that pins me against the glass behind me. I howl out my pleasure and he sucks and licks and laps up all the moist goodness that trickles over his face. I feel like a bomb has exploded and left me empty; I may be pleasantly satisfied in one way but I now feel so hollow and long for his cock to be inside me.
    I unhook my leg from over his shoulder and he pulls his fingers out of me. I look down and watch as he takes them to his mouth and sucks them, savouring my flavour.
    â€˜Have you seen the view?’ he asks in a flat tone, his eyes sparkling