Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 59231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
I brought her to the bed and sat her down, taking a step back to unbutton my shirt. She stood as well and undid the buttons on the back of her dress. Curling her shoulders in, she let it fall and pool at her feet, revealing her tight, curvy body in matching green lingerie. The thong panties rose high on her hips, and the fabric that connected her garter to her thigh-high hose was silky and soft.
As I undressed, she watched me, biting her bottom lip in the way that always drove me wild. My cock was throbbing in anticipation as my slacks dropped down to the ground, and I kicked them away. Soon, we were together on the bed, her only wearing the garter as I slowly peeled her bra away.
Her breath hitched as I settled between her thighs, the head of my cock sliding through her folds and gathering up the wetness there. I pressed my lips into hers, and when we broke the kiss, I stared deep into her eyes. Her body was trembling underneath me.
“I love you, Allison,” I said.
“I love you, Ryan,” she said.
I plunged into her, and she groaned loudly.
With that, we made love. Minutes turned to hours, and when we finally collapsed into the bed, our bodies still buzzing from incredible mutual climaxes, I whispered to her how much I loved her again and kissed her. We stayed there in the warm cocoon of our love for a long time, and in a way, we would always be like that, somewhere in our minds. Always together, always in love.
EPILOGUE
ALLISON
Of course, I was used to waking up at the bed and breakfast. It was our home, and we woke up there every day. But that morning, it was different. The house wasn't full of regular guests there ready to enjoy the amenities of the beautiful inn and the town around it. Instead, our friends and family took up every single room throughout the big house.
It had taken months of advanced planning to make sure we were able to block out an entire weekend of reservations so no one else would be able to make them. We wanted to make sure we had the house fully to our own needs for our wedding.
Having our most special guests be able to come and stay at the bed and breakfast for a few nights turned our wedding into an entire weekend celebration. Everyone was there to kick off the fun and festivities right from the very beginning, which included special activities in town and a catered dinner the night before and would continue on through brunch the day after the wedding.
To make sure that there wasn't a lot of chaos going on when our guests were there and they would be immersed in the event from the moment they arrived, we had our wedding coordinator arrange for many of the decorations to be installed before they arrived. Lanterns lined the path leading up to the front porch, and planters erupted with gorgeous flowers and greenery. Every room of the bed and breakfast had decorations and new details added with the wedding in mind.
Everyone thought it was amazing when they arrived, but they didn't know what they were in store for when the actual wedding today arrived. I opened my eyes the morning of the wedding filled with excitement and anticipation. I was so happy it was finally here. I climbed out of bed a little bit in awe of the reality that by the time I got back in bed that night, I would be Ryan's wife. Everything would be different, and I was beyond happy.
Outside, the crew was already hard at work getting the ceremony site ready. Downstairs, a few things were being added to each of the rooms, but the bulk of that decorating would be done during the ceremony and the cocktail hour outside. It was a production, but that was what we wanted. Something fun and a little over the top. A celebration of us, but also of the friends and family that made our lives so filled with love and happiness.
I always got dressed and did my hair and makeup before leaving my bedroom in the morning to maintain a professional image for my guests. I couldn't even imagine how awkward it would be for one of the people who had paid to stay in the comfort and gentle luxury of the bed and breakfast to walk into the kitchen early in the morning and find me in a bathrobe and slippers, no makeup, and my hair on end as I yawned by the coffeemaker. So every morning consisted of trimming off an hour of sleep to make sure I had plenty of time to hop in the shower, do my hair and makeup, and be dressed, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed before even going downstairs to get coffee started.