I laugh again. My throat is already sore from a full night of doing just that, but it still feels so good. I want my whole life to be like this, just full of so much laughter I can barely speak. I should probably stock up on lozenges and hot tea.

Mason steps back to me, places his hand under my chin, and grazes his thumb across my jawline. It’s a sweet and gentle gesture. I fall into his touch so easily.

“How are you feeling?” he asks. His voice has also gone lower, more husky.

I look up at him with half lidded eyes. Exhaustion has taken over me, but, oh, I don’t want this night to be over just yet.

“I feel like it would be bad luck not to consummate our marriage on the wedding night,” I reply slyly. The smile Mason gives me in turn fills me with a small burst of reserve energy I didn’t know I had.

“And where does that superstition originate?” he asks with a smirk.

“My brain. Right now. Because I want you so badly, I wouldn’t be able to sleep. And then I’d just be tripping all over the place!”

Mason presses his forehead to mine and laughs. His breath is hot against my lips. “Well, we can’t have that.” He closes that distance finally and takes my lips in his. The chaste, lingering kisses quickly turn more needy and forceful. His tongue darts into my mouth where I rise to meet him. Mason’s hands run through my hair, fingertips grazing against my scalp and neck. The touch sends goosebumps over me.

“So beautiful,” he whispers. Mason presses his lips against my cheek, then jaw, then down my throat. His hands run down my side, across my hips, and rest to grip on my ass. I gasp at the feeling and press myself against him harder. His fingers travel back up, much to my dismay, to the fastenings of my dress. “As lovely as you are in this gown, I think you’d be even lovelier without it.”

“I think you’re in for quite a surprise,” I tell him. I wore something very special with him in mind underneath the dress. And I’m more than excited for him to see it.

Mason spins me around with one arm, just like in our first dance, and presses himself against my back. His lips find my neck and press hot, gentle kisses along my skin while his fingers get to work.

It’s not long before I feel the constraints of the dress come apart, and I exhale a breath I didn’t know I was holding in. Everything falls to my feet, and I’m left in the lingerie I picked especially for tonight. It’s black and gold to match the dress. The bra has a delicate lace pattern of snakes across the cups and pushes my breasts up even without the help of the dress’ corset. The panties match and come with silk ribbon garters shaped like snakes that hold my thigh-highs in place.

I step out of my dress, keeping the high heels on for now, and wrap my arms around Mason’s neck.

“Please, Mr. Mayor?” I ask coyly.

Mason bites his lower lip and smirks. “Very much so, Mrs. Wendall.”

My knees almost give out at the sound of the words. I love hearing them, knowing how hard we worked together to come to this point. It means the world to me. I undo his bowtie, unbutton his shirt, and help him out of his pants. I’m becoming more eager, and less patient, with each passing second.

Mason senses it and bends over, picking me up in his arms again. “Wouldn’t want my bride tripping,” he jokes. He walks me to the bedroom and lays me down before straddling me. He kisses me all over, lips grazing against my exposed flesh and mumbling words of adoration.

I appreciate how thorough and caring he is in bed, but I don’t have the patience for this tonight. I want him now. So, I hook my hands over his shoulders and pull him back up to me to tell him just that.

“Whatever my lovely wife wants,” he says. We work together to remove the remainder of his garments and I slide off my panties, not willing to remove the rest of the set. But when Mason leans down to take me, I grip his shoulders again and roll him onto his back.

At first, he looks up at me with surprise, but once I’m straddling his hips, he lets himself rest against the mattress and smiles. I lean over him and give him one long kiss that ends with a nibble. The bite elicits a groan that I reward by stroking his thick cock with my hands. I want him just as impatient and wanting as I feel.

It doesn’t take long, as I lick a small bead of cum from the tip of his cock, he begs for more.

“God, Charlotte, I want to be inside you,” he says in a low voice that makes my spine tingle. That’s exactly the sign I was waiting for. I kneel over his hips, line him up, and in one smooth movement take all of him inside of me.

Mason leans his head back against the pillow and moans again. I stay still for a moment, relishing the feeling of fullness he gives me. Then, I slowly rise until just the tip is still inside of me. He looks up at me with eyes beaming, silently begging me to come back down.

So, I do. Mason grips my hips tight and pushes as far up as he can. The feeling makes me moan this time. I work up a rhythm, slow at first. Now that I have what I want I plan on savoring it. Mason interrupts me now and then, pulling me down a little harder or pushing his hips up further. I welcome the variety.

The whirlwind of sensations is almost overwhelming, and my body is begging me to chase that final release faster and faster! Mason must sense I’m close because he props himself up on his elbows and sits upright. He has more control over my rhythm now and makes good use of it. He licks and sucks at my breasts while they bounce in their lacy frame. One hand grips my ass tight and the other finds my clit.

And that’s it for me. My head falls back, eyes shut tight, and with the last bit of energy I have left inside of me I scream in complete rapture. Wave after wave crashes over me while Mason continues to plunge into me harder and faster until he’s groaning my name into my chest. His fingers grip me tightly, possessively.

And then, as if on cue, both of us relax fully. I roll over onto the bed and luxuriate in feeling each of my muscles unwind and settle. Mason catches his breath and wipes sweat-coated hair from my face. The gesture suddenly reminds me I’m wearing a full face of makeup.

“Damn it,” I whine, voice horse and tinged with exhaustion. “I need to take a shower.” But I’m so completely spent I don’t even have it in me to stand.

“We can worry about that later,” Mason says with a chuckle. He slides down next to me, taking me into his arms. I rest my face against his chest and listen to his rapidly beating heart begin to slow with his breath.

I could fall asleep right now. Somehow, the worst point of my life led me to happily ever after. When I’m in Mason’s arms, nothing else matters but us. There are no deadlines. No rushing to meetings or the next big scoop. Nothing.

It’s just the two of us, breathing together, completely at ease with whatever life has in store for us next. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.

And I’m glad it’s what I finally got.

The End

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