by Jamie Knight
“Ooh, sundaes.”
“Sundaes?” Nicole and Sean asked in unison.
“Sorry,” I said, just to Nicole. “What are you planning to do next? Still practice other kinds of law?”
“I think I’ll stay where I am actually, at least for now, until I find someone and fall in love. Then I’d like to take some time off to have a baby. After that, I’ll probably want to go back into law and start looking for a new firm. The other senior partners promised to give me a good reference. Partly as an apology, I think.”
“Well, that and you are the best junior partner they have. They would be idiots to risk losing you, especially because of a prick like Emil. You could have asked for a solid gold Mercedes, and they would have given it to you.”
She laughed long and hard. “Shit, I should have asked for that, oh well, too late now.”
“Live and learn, right? Anyway, see you later.”
I hung up and took Sean’s hand again, and we continued on to lunch, my heart set on an extra-large pizza like we’d had before, followed by a strawberry sundae. That was the last pleasant thing I thought before the ghosts of doubt started to swirl. Was I really getting married? It seemed so fast, but also, I had to admit, not fast enough. It could have happened even sooner had there not been so much fear of what others might think.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?”
“Nothing.”
“Doesn’t look like nothing. Are you worried about the wedding? Maybe it’s all happening too fast?”
I sighed. He knew me too well. “Pretty much, yeah.”
“Do you need more time?”
That was really the question, wasn’t it? How much time would I need? Would there ever be a time when I was fully ready, or was I just overthinking myself out of happiness?
“No,” I said, direct from my heart, “I don’t need more time, I’m sure. I’m excited to be marrying you, and I’m ready to start a new life together in Ireland.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
We kissed to seal the promise and headed off for lunch.
Chapter Twenty-Six - Darcy
I still couldn’t believe it. In a matter of days, my mom had managed to put together a beautiful wedding. Just the sort of beautiful old-fashioned wedding I’d always wanted to have.
I held onto a mixed bouquet of my favorite flowers as my dad walked me down the aisle to where Sean was waiting to make me Darcy MacBride-Matthews. Daddy wasn’t over the moon about the hyphenation or playing second fiddle, but mom brought him around like she usually did.
I never quite figured out what power it was she had over him, but it must have been potent. That much was for sure.
In a switch around which felt right, Nicole was my maid of honor, with Amy and Ciara as bridesmaids. Maggie was suffering from horrendous morning sickness and couldn’t stand for long periods but was still very much part of the wedding. She snapped photo after photo on her cell phone to make sure I hadn’t dreamt the whole thing.
We wrote our own vows, and just for fun, we did them in Irish. Translation sheets were provided, so everyone knew roughly what we said. It took a lot of practice, but I was pretty confident I hadn’t butchered Sean’s mother tongue.
Both families had come at short notice. Matthews and MacBrides had arrived from all over, though there were still a few more of my family than Sean’s, not that we were keeping count. The MacBrides were jetlagged, but they insisted that a few beers would help sort them out.
After the ceremony, the reception was held at a beautiful hotel in Palm Springs. Both cultures came together beautifully. California casual mingled with Irish lilts of various strengths as everyone drank and danced. Mom even managed to coax dad out onto the dance floor for the most adorably stiff version of the foxtrot I’d ever seen. I hadn’t forgotten what dad tried to do, forcing me into a loveless marriage, but I had forgiven him. I was mostly just happy we could be a family again.
“Have you seen Amy?” I asked as I danced with my husband, both of us deliriously happy.
“Kinda hard to miss her,” Sean said with a knowing smile. “She and Jim have been hiding in that corner since we got here, only coming out for food.”
I looked to where Sean indicated with his head. Sure enough, there was Jim and Amy cozy as could be, sparks flying between them. I had the feeling they would be making out if Aunt Tricia wasn’t there. Though she seemed to be busy keeping Mr. MacBride away from the bar.
“Oh, there he goes again,” Sean said, as Brendan made another break for it. “I’m not even sure he knows what he’s doing.”
“At least he’s off the booze,” I said, trying to accentuate the positive.
“True. For keeps this time, I think.”
“Oh, what changed?”
“His sister laid down the law. Aunt Tricia said she would let him die in the gutter if he touched a drop again and that she would make sure his sons cut him out of their lives. According to Eoin, she’s been sticking to him like glue when he’s not at the sober-living facility.”
It seemed a bit drastic, but maybe that’s just what she had to do to keep him alive. Still, it was touching in a way. Sean and I had only been married for an hour, but I already felt like part of the family. They certainly treated me like I was.
“You want to sneak up to our room?” Sean asked with a wiggle of his eyebrows.
I giggled. “Sure, what did you have in mind?”
“Oh, a few things,” he said, gently squeezing my ass through my dress.
Hand in hand, we ran through the sliding doors, my white pumps in one hand, while Sean held the other.
“Hurry up,” Sean urged, jabbing the button for the elevator again.
“Come here,” I said, pulling him into a kiss, only broken when the elevator arrived.
We were still in the corridor when Sean scooped me up, carrying me all the way to the door of the bridal suite, which he opened with an impressive flick of his wrist.
“How do I do this?” he asked, puzzling over the fasteners on my dress.
“Here,” I said, undoing two of the bottom ones.
The dress was an old-fashioned design, like something from Pride and Prejudice, and had a complex system of fasteners running up the back. With some time and patience, Sean managed to get them all undone, easing the front of the dress down and massaging my tits as he kissed the back of my neck.
“That’s really nice,” I said, putting my head forward to give him more room to kiss and lick.
“You’re really nice.” Before long, I was out of the dress, the white stockings the last remaining element. Deciding to leave them on, Sean positioned me on the edge of the bed. Before I could ask what he was going to do, his intentions were made clear. His soft, wet tongue gliding lightly over my sensitive pussy, making me rise and moan with pleasure. He continued like that until I nearly climaxed. He backed off a little until I’d calmed down, then he went back in again, devouring my pussy until I screamed with sweet release, running my hands through his hair as I shook. Undaunted, he turned from heavy licks to light, gentle strokes focusing on the outside of my pussy as I came down and started to recover.
“Come here, you,” I said, pulling him down onto the bed.
With no resistance from my husband, I got up on all fours and took his cock deep into my mouth. I nearly got all the way down to his balls but had to back off at the last minute. I tried again and actually made it, Sean moaning his delight at my success. After a few more deep dives like that, I ran my lips up the length of his beautiful cock and started working the head. Attempting every trick I knew, and a few I was trying for the first time. I worked him to the edge several times before finally dropping my mouth to half-mast and going hard. Sucking my darling husband until he blessed me with his cum, which tasted as good as ever.
“Ready?” I asked.
“Always,” he said.
“You on top, or me?”
“First you, then, when you’re tired, I’ll ta
ke over.”
“I like how you think, husband.”
After stroking his cock with both hands to get him hard again, I eased myself down onto his magnificent member, the solid warmth slipping into me, pleasuring and comforting me like nothing else. Comfort was an underrated part of sex. It usually only happened with partners you could trust, but when it did, it was magical.
I put my hands on his chest as I pumped, working his cock in and out of my pussy, the change in leverage allowing for new depths and different angles. I didn’t quite get him all the way inside, but we sure did give it a good try, and getting there was half the fun.
Easing to a comfortable position, I started bouncing hard, bringing us both to orgasm, his cum filling my pussy, my inner walls holding him tight as I collapsed against his chest.
Sweet Sean held me and kissed me as I panted against him, his cock still deep inside my pussy.
The situation which had come to make me feel most whole. True to his word, Sean wrapped his arms around me and turned me over, so I was on the bottom, and he was dominating me from the top. At least, that was how it would have felt if we’d had a different dynamic. I’d never really liked guys being on top, but with Sean, I loved it. It didn’t feel like a loss of control but a new way to pleasure each other.
Wrapping my legs around his waist, Sean came down within kissing distance and started to move, working his cock deep inside my pussy.
“Harder,” I managed, between gasps of pure joy.
Right away, he started going a little harder, so I said it again and again until he was absolutely pounding me, the headboard banging out the beat of our love against the painted wall.
“Check the nightstand,” I panted after we had climaxed in sweet unison.
Gently withdrawing his cock from my pussy, he did just that. I’d stashed the box earlier, hoping to surprise him.
“What is it?”
“Consider it a wedding gift.”
“But I didn’t get you anything.”
“Baby, you’ve given me everything,” I said, gently squeezing his cock and giving him a kiss.
Carefully, Sean loosened the ribbon and slid off the lid. In the middle of the box, surrounded by pink tissue paper, was a mini bottle of lube and a medium-sized butt plug.
“I want you to take my anal virginity. I wanted to give you something special for our wedding night.”
“Thank you, darlin’,” he said, kissing me gently. “This is the most precious gift in the world.”
Returning the empty box to the drawer, Sean got back onto the bed as I turned over onto my belly and spread my ass cheeks. He carefully applied the lube to my virgin asshole and pressed the tip of the well-lubed butt plug against it.
“We’ll take this nice and easy. Breathe, sweetheart, slow and easy.”
I did, and before I knew it, the plug was in, the edges of the base pressing against my ass cheeks.
Pulling me up onto all fours, he put lube on my pussy and then his cock and fucked me hard from behind. The extra stimulation from the plug combined with the dual friction on my clit and g-spot made me orgasm like crazy. Sean had to grab me by the hips, so I wouldn’t accidentally hurt myself. It also turned out to be for support because as soon as he let go, I flopped onto my side panting.
“Wow,” I gasped between pants.
“You’re something else,” he said, brushing the hair out of my eyes.
Leaving me where I was, he gently removed the plug, my asshole as stretched out as it was likely to get.
“Ready?” he asked
“Yes.”
Bending my knees and pushing my legs up near my chest, he put more lube both around and in my asshole before also slathering his cock, just to make sure things would go as easily as possible.
I didn’t look but could feel the bed move as he got into position. Taking a deep breath in, I got ready for what was to come.
Despite how long I waited, the pain I’d expected didn’t come, not that I was disappointed. I’d only ever heard about how much anal hurt if done wrong. Not much about how to do it right, outside of butt plugs and lots of lube.
The feeling as he eased his cock into my stretched-out asshole was blissful, much like when he put it in my pussy for the first time. I wasn’t a virgin like I was with my ass, but it was still very similar.
“You okay, sweetheart?” he asked, soon after starting to pump.
“Yes,” I whispered
“It doesn’t hurt?”
“No, no, it feels really good. How is it for you? Does it feel good?”
“Your ass feels amazing, darlin’. A lot like in your pussy only tighter and with less give.”
I squeezed his hand, happy he liked my gift. It was fantastic for me too, but he was the one I was thinking about right then.
I laced my fingers through his and squeezed tight as my loving husband claimed my anal cherry in our wedding bed.
Everything in my life was perfect and couldn’t get much better.
Epilogue - Sean
If time flew when you were having fun, it went at warp-speed for us. In what seemed like a blink of an eye, a whole month had gone by since our wedding. Wedded bliss could do interesting things to your mind.
One month wasn’t as recognized as one year, but I still wanted to mark the occasion. For a while there, it looked like we might not be together at all, so I was marking every precious moment with her.
“I’ve never heard of a one-month anniversary,” Darcy said as we were seated at a table on the restaurant patio with a lovely view of the Belfast mountains.
“Me neither,” I admitted. “I’m hoping to start a new trend.”
“No, seriously.”
“Okay, no, I just thought it would be nice. I really do love being with you and wanted to celebrate.”
“I love being with you too,” she said, taking my hand. “I love my new city and my new life. I love you so much and want to remember every moment.”
We kissed tenderly and deeply, no doubt drawing some looks from the surrounding tables, but I didn’t care anymore. We were married. We were in love. What was the harm?
The service was quick, and the food was good, even if it wasn’t quite as fancy as what L.A.’s finest restaurants had to offer.
“It really is beautiful here,” she said, admiring the view.
“A lot older than L.A., that’s for sure. I guess I’d gotten used to the scenery, growing up here and all. It wasn’t till I came back that I really started to appreciate it.”
“America has some beautiful places too.”
“True enough. Ireland is a much older country and has had a lot more time to mature. America is more like a teenager, sparky and full of the new.”
“That’s a nice way of putting it.”
I had nothing against America at all. It was my second home now. I hadn’t really seen that much of it other than Los Angeles. What I’d seen had been pretty overwhelming. Belfast wasn’t exactly a sleepy little hamlet, but it was much more my speed.
“How are things at work with Jim on vacation?”
“I’m already interviewing replacements. He’s gone loopy for your friend Amy. Couldn’t stop talking about her, kind of like how I was with you. I think it might be on the same level as us and Gavin and Maggie. It’s unlikely we’ll see him again for a while since Amy has a life and career established in California.”
“Sorry to hear that.” She smiled and sipped her wine. “But I did too, and look at me now.”As she spoke, she slipped her foot out of her shoe and up my leg, distracting me from all thoughts but her.
“We’ll be okay.”
“The business or us?
“I meant the business. I have no doubts about us.”
I carefully took her foot in my hands and started massaging the sole, making Darcy sink down onto her chair. She stroked the upper part of her foot against my rapidly hardening cock.
“Oh, hello,” she said with a smile, “even from my feet?”
> “Every part of you, sweetheart. We don’t even have to be touching. Your presence is enough.”
“Well, I guess it’s a good thing I’m not going anywhere.”
“Very good indeed.”
“Especially if I can do this without even touching you.”
“It is quite a strong response,” I agreed, “but well deserved.”
“We could go somewhere together. Maybe I could try touching you and see what happens then?”
“Check, please,” I called to a passing waiter.
I didn’t usually speed, but it was an emergency. If I didn’t get my pants off soon, something awful was going to happen. I could feel it in my bones, even if it was unlikely to convince any police officer who might pull me over.
We ran together, hand in hand, into our apartment building. We weren’t even out of the front hall, let alone into the bedroom before we started tearing each other’s clothes off. Though only most respectfully and lovingly.
Darcy dropped to her knees as soon as my cock was out, taking it deep in her mouth and sucking like my cum contained the antidote to a disease. I mostly just focused on staying upright while also holding her hair back out of her face as she worked her sweet magic.
I sank with pleasure and relief as Darcy drew my load into her mouth, releasing the pressure that had built up in my balls.
“Come here, you,” she said, pulling me by the shoulders.
I was already on my knees, so it was mostly a matter of her getting a leg over my shoulder and bracing a hand against the wall, the other busy holding the back of my head, as I ate her sweet pussy, making her moan with loving delight.
Getting me to my feet, Darcy took me by my cock, one of her favorite things to do. And led me into the bedroom. I thanked my lucky stars we only had one floor.
Climbing up onto the bed while still holding onto my cock, she got onto all fours, positioning herself near the edge. For a second, I thought she wanted it in her ass, but Darcy made herself clear and positioned the head against her pussy. I took over, taking her hip, and with my free hand, I prepared her. Even with how many times we’d fucked, she still needed warmed up before she could take my cock. Something I was more than happy to do.
