“There we go” I chuckle softly as I manage to carry you inside the bridal suite, where we’re gonna spend our wedding night just us alone. It’s not that you’re heavy, it’s just that your beautiful wedding dress makes it all a bit harder to carry you bridal style through a hopelessly small doorframe.. but it worked. Thankfully, or else I would’ve just teared the whole thing down. Because the need I have for you right now is just unbelievable.

The night I got down on one knee infront of you to ask the question I already started thinking about this day. Our wedding. Partly because I want you to officially be my wife, but also because we’ve been waiting until marriage to do… that.

It’s been though to be honest. I mean, just looking at you made me turned on. You’re a literal goddess. I felt like a hormonal teenager, having to go and have some alone time, multiple times per week. But even though it has been though, it has also made us love each other for not just lust. But on a deeper level. For my former relationships, intimacy played a big part, but they weren’t that healthy and ended within a few months. Taking everything in its own pace with you made me realized just how much I can love you.

“My beautiful wife” I whisper as I gently put you down on the bed. Your soft hair is fanning over the white sheets. I can’t help but smile down at you. Only mine. I crawl onto the bed while loosening my tie. My smile turns into a playful smirk as I notice the subtle arch of your back. You crave this just as much as me. “Want to keep the dress on, love?” I mumble as I lean down on top of you, my arms on each side of your head supporting me. “Can’t promise I’ll be gentle though” I growl into your ear before I nip on it.