Devours my mouth, leaving little doubt about what would happen between us later.
There are whistled by his associates and his father who had stood as his best man. We endure hearty congratulations going into the reception. Everything is perfect just as he had said he would make it and I'm overjoyed.
He keeps kissing me throughout the reception and trying to feel me up, whispering that I am his and the week of celibacy can finally be done away with.
Too soon we have to leave to take his private jet to our honeymoon destination which he still maintains is a surprise and he wouldn't disclose to me. We take several photos before he whisks me away into our waiting limousine.
My eyes are sparkling with happiness. The car barely drives away when he tips me over the immense seat to lie and is half on top of me.
