Stanton Bliss: Stanton (3 page)

He holds his hands up to order silence as his smile erupts.

“A beautiful slut who I fucking adore.”

The table once more erupts into loud laughter. Oh my God, this is the worst wedding speech ever. My eyes flick to Mum who gives me a wink and smiles broadly while I put my hand over my mouth in horror and laugh.

“I can’t wait to teach you to ride horses.” He raises his brow sarcastically.

My mouth drops open again and I slap his thigh. “Joshua.” I laugh.

“And make you wear Jodhpurs.” The table’s laughter gets louder.

Oh, this is beyond pale.

“Not happening.” I smirk, as I shake my head.

He holds his hands up to quieten everyone back down again. “No, no. On a serious note.”

Everyone listens attentively and he bends to kiss the back of my hand – a simple gesture that means so, so much to me.

“I love you with all of my heart.”

Everyone gushes, and I melt.

He raises his glass for the final time. “To Natasha. My love. My life.” He raises his eyebrows cheekily. “My wife.” The table cheers loudly. “And her breathtaking smile.”

Chapter 2

I
stand at the
handrail and stare out to ocean as the sea breeze whips over my skin. My thoughts are on my father and the fun he would have had here tonight. It’s a bittersweet moment of reflection, one that I know every member of our family has felt heavily, today more than ever.

He is deeply missed, but with every dark thought that I have, a new thought of hope takes its place.

We did it. We made it. Joshua Stanton is my husband.

I hold out my hand and stare lovingly at the beautiful rings on my finger. They mean so much more to me than mere diamonds and gold. They’re a symbol of love and our ultimate commitment. A symbol of our bravery.

Happiness surrounds me. Our families are dancing and laughing loudly as they talk over the music. Joshua is relaxed for the first time since I have returned, and I feel like a huge weight has been lifted from my shoulders. I feel two large, strong hands slide around my waist from behind before soft lips dust my temple.

“Are you ready for bed, Mrs. Stanton?”

I smile broadly, Mrs. Stanton.
That sounds so good.

“What time is it?” I ask as Joshua starts to slowly kiss my neck from behind.

“Who cares?” he whispers onto my skin.

“We have guests.” I smile as my head tilts by itself to the side to give him greater access.

“This is our wedding. It ends when we say it does, and besides, it’s after twelve.” He nips me and sends goose bumps down my spine.

I smile and continue to stare into the darkness over the water as Joshua wraps himself around me from behind.

I can feel his arousal encase me and I close my eyes to bask in its glow.

“I’m heading off.” Mum smiles.

I turn and smile, take her in my arms and squeeze tightly.

“I love you,” I whisper.

“I love you too, darling. This has been one of the happiest days of my life.”

“Mine, too.” I kiss her softly on the cheek. “Thank you for everything, Mum Your support means so much to both of us.”

She pulls out of my embrace and wraps her arms around both Joshua and I. “I just want you kids happy.”

“Thank you. We are.” Joshua smiles, his eyes lingering lovingly on my face as he puts a protective arm around my shoulders. His attention then flickers around to the guards and he signals to Peter who comes over immediately. “Can you walk Victoria back to her room and watch over her, please?”

“Of course.”

Mum shakes her head dismissively. “Joshua, I’m fine.”

He raises his eyebrows. “I know, but you will be guarded and safe as well as fine.”

Mums eyes fall to mine and she rolls them playfully.

Bridget walks over and puts her arm around Joshua, kissing his shoulder before taking my hand in hers. “I think I was the best bridesmaid today.”

I smile, and Joshua shakes his head and smirks.

She holds her hands up in an
I’ve had too much champagne
gesture. “Tell me? When we were walking down the stairs, who looked the daintiest? It was totally me, wasn’t it?”

I laugh out loud. Oh, God, where does she come up with this shit?

“Murph was actually, if you must know,” Joshua replies dryly.

“Oh, phooey,” she calls loudly. Oh, she is really drunk. Joshua, Mum and me all look at one another and smirk.

Joshua catches Ben’s eye and calls him over.

“Didge, do you want to go home?” Joshua asks.

Bridget puts her hands on her hips. “No!” she snaps, annoyed. “I’m going out clubbing. I deserve a night out after all the…” She hesitates and waves her hand over between Joshua and I. “Stuff,” she blurts out.

Her eyes find Abbie, who is slow dancing with Nicholas. “We are all going out, aren’t we Adrian?” she slurs.

Adrian winces. “I’m tired, Didge, I’m turning in. Nick, Abbs and Cam will go out with you.”

My heart drops. Oh no. It really is over with Nick and Adrian, I thought they would work it out.

I smile at Ben who is now standing beside us. “Ben will come with you,” I reply.

Bridget’s face instantly falls and she goes to say something to him, but then wisely holds her tongue.

He narrows his eyes at her in disdain as if knowing what she was going to say. I frown at their interaction, and my eyes meet Mum’s, she shrugs slightly. Hmm, what’s going on with these two? Are they still seeing each other? I just assumed they were still together… maybe not.

Joshua’s hand slides discretely to my behind and he pulls me slightly into his body where I feel his waiting erection.

My husband wants to consummate his marriage.

“I’m taking my husband home.” I smile as I pick up Joshua’s hand and kiss the back of it.

His eyes hold mine in the best damn
come fuck me
look I have ever seen, and I feel a rush of adrenaline hit me hard.

He leads me by the hand as we kiss everyone goodnight and then he is dragging me up the stairs in double time. The guards wait wisely at the bottom of the steps to give us some much needed privacy.

We get to the top step and, once out of everyone’s view, Joshua picks me up like a bride causing me to squeal in delight. He marches toward our bedroom like a man on a mission.

“What’s the rush?” I whisper onto his lips as I sweep my tongue seductively through his lips.

“I need you naked and underneath me.” He growls. “Now.”

I inhale deeply and realise Bridget is right – it is true –
I can smell his testosterone
and it does smell awesome. He’s so fucking hot… and he’s so fucking mine.

“How are you going to have me, my husband?” I ask a little too sweetly

He smiles deviously. “Any way I want to.”

I giggle into his chest as we enter the suite, and I hold my hand in the air to celebrate being carried over the threshold.

“Is that why you married me? To have my body at your beck and call?”

He bites my neck hard. “Fuck, yeah.” He growls and I laugh out loud again. He marches through the bedroom door.

“You won’t be laughing in a minute when I shut you up,” he whispers darkly, throwing me onto the bed, where I bounce and laugh again. He flicks on the pendant lamps placed on either side of the bed and switches the main lights off. Darkness surrounds us and instantly the mood changes from one of fun to one of sinful pleasure. Dear, God, I have missed him so much. I could never live without this, without him. I lie back and watch him take his suit jacket off in slow motion, then his shirt. I know your wedding night is supposed to be sweet and romantic, but I don’t want a bar of that. I want my wedding night to be downright dirty and memorable. As if sensing this, Joshua’s sexy eyes hold mine and my heart catches in my throat. He’s so beautiful. How did I ever get so lucky?

He kicks off his shoes and socks, then wrestles around with his pants.

I watch him for a moment. “What are you doing there?” I frown.

“Fucking Murph!” he snaps as he looks down at his zipper.

“Huh?”

“The dumb prick sewed me into my pants.” He wrestles around again with his pants.

My face lights up. “What?” I giggle. This is priceless.

He shakes his head and I burst out laughing. I hear a rip as he finally tears open Adrian’s makeshift sewing. With a shake of his frustrated head, he slowly pushes down his black suit pants, and I am blessed with the sight of the hottest black briefs in the history of the world. I can see every muscle on his chiseled body and the hairs on the back of my neck stand at attention.

“Joshua,” I whisper, overwhelmed at what his beautiful body and this night mean to me. I crawl over to him as he stands at the side of the bed. His hand gently strokes my hair as he pulls me towards him.

“I need my wife’s lips around my cock,” he whispers.

I can hardly breathe through excitement but I nod anyway, knowing I desperately need that, too. Using both hands, I slide his briefs down his legs and lick up the length of his thick shaft. I get an idea and my eyes flicker up to his. I need to erase the memories of those sex tapes I watched in that house and I think I know just how to do it.

“Get your phone,” I whisper around his cock.

He frowns in question as he looks down at me.

“I want you to film us.”

His eyes darken.

“I want you to watch me suck your dick in my wedding dress.”

He rips my hair in his hands as if losing control.

“I want to watch this again and again and I want you to fuck me so damn hard tonight that I might break.”

He rips away from me and kisses me aggressively. “There’s my beautiful slut,” he whispers into my lips. “I’ve missed my girl.” He cups my face in his hands as he looks at me tenderly

Emotion steals my ability to speak. Oh, god. I love him. I love him so much.

“Get the camera,” I whisper with renewed excitement.

He raises an eyebrow and then smirks as he pulls away from me. He grabs his video camera from the wardrobe, puts it on the sideboard and turns it on. The red light tells me it’s running. I pull him toward me and start to slowly fist him as I scatter kisses all over his hipbones.

Joshua stands silently, holding his breath. He cracks his neck hard and I smile. That damn neck crack gets me. Every. Single. Time. There isn’t a more orgasmic thing on Earth than when he does that. Joshua’s hands cup the back of my head tenderly. His mouth hangs slack as his dark eyes hold mine. I pull out and slowly lick up his length and around his tip.

“I love you,” I whisper.

He clenches his jaw as his arousal amps up to another level. He stands and pulls me up by the hand, kissing me deeply as he holds my jaw where he wants my mouth. Josh’s lips drop to my neck and he bites me gently as he drops to his knees and slowly licks his lips as his mouth kisses my sex through my dress.

“Mrs. Stanton,” he breathes onto my stomach and I smile like an idiot. Slowly standing, he turns me away from him and slides down the zipper at the back of my dress. Gentle lips dust my skin and my head falls to the side. My dress drops to the floor and I hear him inhale deeply. Since I got back, it feels so new, yet so familiar. I will never get enough of this.

I’m wearing a white G-string and corset and I silently thank the Lord I got that little bit of sun this morning.

“Lay down, my beautiful girl,” he commands quietly.

I lie down and he dips to go lower, but I pull him back up to my face.

“No, Josh.”

He frowns.

“I need to warm you up, Presh.”

I subtly shake my head. “No warming up tonight,” I breathe.

“I will hurt you.”

“That’s exactly what I want.”

He hesitates.

“I want you to hurt me like it’s the first time. I want to feel the burn of your possession. I want to be taken on my wedding night. I need my husband to
own
me.”

Joshua’s eyes flash with dangerously high arousal, and he gives me that look that he gives, the one where he goes past his physical limits and I know I am about to fucking cop it.

The tension is palpable and he cracks his neck hard.

“This is why I married you,” he whispers darkly.

Feeling very proud of myself, I bite my bottom lip to contain my smile.

“You know what I need more than I do,” he whispers before he lays me down on the bed and lifts my hands over my head, holding them in his. He kisses me deeply as he starts to rub his rock hard cock back and forth through my dripping wet flesh.

My head falls back in pleasure. He feels so good. So
hard
.

I try to close my legs to try and get some traction.

“Open.” He growls and bites his teeth into my neck. His fingers go to my sex and he pulls my lips apart, positioning his cock. I hold my breath. And he pushes in, my eyes close, waiting as he withdraws slowly and thrusts hard again.

Ah, the burn. I have to try and stop myself from wincing.

My legs try to close by themselves. “Open.” He growls harder.

This hurts but holy fuck it feels good.

“Can you feel that, Presh?” he whispers darkly.

I wince as he goes deeper with each stroke.

“I own this beautiful cunt. Mine and only mine,” he purrs as he starts to pick up his pace.

His jaw hangs slack and he rises, widening his legs to give himself more power and traction. I can see every muscle on his chest and shoulders, a sheen of perspiration covers his beautiful body. He pushes my legs back to the bed and places his hands on the mattress above my shoulders to hold me still. He slams into me and I cry out in pain.

He groans deeply and his eyes roll back. “I can feel every muscle inside of you. You feel so fucking good, Natasha.”

That’s it, I can’t take it anymore. I lift my legs and wrap them around his back. “Harder,” I whisper. “I need it harder.”

His hand slides underneath my behind, and he starts to lift me to meet his pumping cock as the bed hits the wall with force.

Dear… Fucking… God. My body starts to shudder as I try to hold it off. I close my eyes to try block out the visual of this muscular beast above me – pumping me with everything that he’s got, taking what he needs from my body – but I can’t. My body lurches forward as an orgasm the size of a freight train rips though my body, and Joshua growls as he, too, comes in a rush.

We lay panting, gasping for breath and Joshua smiles into my lips as he kisses me tenderly.

“I love you,” he whispers.

Emotion fills me. “I love you, too, baby.”

Joshua looks to the camera on the side table and winks deviously. “My wife is one hot fuck.”

The sun is shining, as I lay on the deck chair, content in a post orgasmic glow. It’s about two in the afternoon and Joshua and I have been married for three blissful days. Today is the first day we have had our families around. Up until now we have been alone and have gone from our bed, to the shower, to the pool and not much farther.

We needed some alone time and I have been fucked every which way and eaten every beautiful kind of food on the planet.

This is happiness. Deep sated happiness.

Joshua is still on edge. He watches me wherever I go, scared to take his eyes off of me in case I disappear again.