Walking down the aisle towards your future is something that no words can prepare you for. Everything felt like it was underwater; hell, even my breaths felt slow. I could hear the blood pumping through my veins, and I was so nervous that all I wanted to do was crawl into a big black hole and never show my face again. But then I looked at him, and all was right with the world.

Our eyes connected and I felt myself start to breathe normally as the world resumed to normal speed. His body was rigid with tension, but I could tell from his face that he was extremely happy. He had a smile so big that I swear it was touching his ears.

He looked breathtaking in his tux; his hair was neatly combed and his chocolate eyes sparkled in the brightly lit room. I couldn't look at anyone else in the room; all I could focus on was him. This was happening; it is real.

I closed the distance between us, and my heart stopped as he reached out and grabbed both of my hands in his. Our eyes met and the world faded around me once more. The priest was babbling on about some nonsense that didn't matter to me anymore because Mike was in front of me right now, looking extra adorable in his tux, and in this moment I was finally going to officially be able to call him mine. We will finally be bonded together through marriage, and we will be free to start a life together without anyone stopping us. With him by my side, I was confident that I could get through anything. I felt invincible.

We each said our vows, without once leaving each others gazes. As he slid the wedding ring on my finger, I shivered at its cool metal touch. It sparkled in the light, blinding me for a moment with its beauty. I mimicked his movements, taking his hand in mine and sliding the ring onto his finger.

It finally happened-the biggest event of my life was over in a blur. He pulled my waist closer to him and smashed his mouth against mine, sliding his tongue through my lips. I pushed my fingers through his hair, reluctant to let him go. My grin was as wide as the Cheshire Cat's as our guests cheered for us. My body hummed with happiness as I grew anxious for the reception afterwords.

After getting pictures taken, my bridesmaids and the groomsmen all proceeded towards the limo. I wanted to briefly check on my appearance before the reception, so I headed towards the bathrooms, which was located down a large hallway filled with beautiful artwork. My shoes made clicking noises as I hurried down the passageway, completely unaware of the noises behind me. I pushed my way into the bathroom, and was greeted with the image of my face staring back at me. The door behind me opened and I jumped as Mike's face appeared in the mirror.

His hands gripped my waist and he spun me around, taking no time to say any words. He hungrily pressed his lips to mine, and he held onto my body tightly. My arms instinctively wove themselves around his body, my fingers clutching the fabric of his suit. Our breathing became heavy, and his kisses became softer as he dragged his hands up to rest on either side of my face. My stomach fluttered and my heart did a somersault as our lips tingled each time they touched. His thumbs rubbed my cheeks and he slowly pulled his lips away from mine.

"You are beautiful," he whispered to me, his breath tickling my mouth, "This dress looks stunning on you, and I can't wait to have you all to myself later on tonight."

I pressed my nose gently into his and our foreheads touched. My breathing was still heavy and my body burned for him. I wanted him so badly, I needed him. "We should go Mikey," I said, out of breath, "Our party is waiting."

He planted one more gentle kiss on my lips before I felt him slowly pull away from me. "As you wish," he winked at me before turning around and leaving through the doorway.

I sighed in contentment, and turned around to inspect how I was holding up. My lips looked extra pink and slightly swollen and I groaned. Everyone will be able to tell that we had a little make out session. I reassured myself that it didn't matter, that everyone knows that make out sessions, and more, happens on wedding days, so to hell with whoever judges us. I smiled at myself and confidently turned on my heels and strode out the door, following my future.

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Our first dance as husband and wife flashed by in a blur. Of course it was filled with him whispering dirty things that he wanted to do to me right then and there, and I tried not to envision it for sake of my own propriety. A couple hours in, many of our guests were completely wasted, and Mike was on the verge of joining them. I myself was feeling tipsy, but I was still sober enough to notice that the party was starting to split up. Many of our guests took their leave at the same time, since they had to return home to kids or pets. There was about ten of us left when we got kicked out of the reception hall.

"Let's uh...you two go on home, have as much fun as you can," Maggie slurred, hanging off of Vic. Vic didn't hide his wandering eyes as her dress started to slip farther down her bust.

Even in his slightly intoxicated state, Mike was able to pick up on just about everything. He winked at me and his whole face lit up as he took my hand and started dragging me away from our friends. I started protesting, claiming that we should continue our party, but everyone just laughed at me as Mike picked me up and slung me over his shoulder.

He called down a cab, which took us directly home to our snug little apartment. Mike thanked and paid the driver, and proceeded to pick me up and carry me into our home. He didn't stop carrying me until we reached our bed. He dropped me onto the bed, sending me into a fit of giggles. He unclasped my shoes and took them off for me, which caused me to giggle even more. I felt the weight of the bed sink underneath him as he dropped down next to me.

He kicked his own shoes off and turned to face me. Moving a stray piece of hair off of my cheek, he whispered, "You're so perfect." I looked into his eyes and bit my lip nervously, knowing what was going to come next. To say I wasn't nervous would be a lie, because I didn't know what to expect. With Mike, you never know. One minute he can be all passionate and loving, and the next he could be so rough that you'll be sore for the next two days.

He slowly moved his body over mine and stared down into my eyes before tangling his hand in my hair. He moved his mouth down on mine and I tasted alcohol. Why must he always bring a third party into our bedroom? I ignored my anger and gave into my passion for him instead, allowing his tongue access into my mouth. He ran his hands through my hair as I started to unbutton his suit jacket. Shrugging off his jacket, his mouth moved from mine down to my neck. I sighed in pleasure as he gently bit me once before sucking the bare skin under my ear. I ran my hands through his hair, tugging gently.

I felt his mouth move down towards the skin of my chest that was exposed, and he left little kisses as his hands moved to fumble with getting me out of my dress. I guided him with my own hands, letting him undo everything that I lay in, which left me in only my panties. I unbuttoned his shirt, taking my sweet time with sliding it off of him as he continued to nuzzle my neck. I put my hands on his stomach and firmly pushed, indicating that I wanted to be on top, which he swiftly granted me. Our lips met again, and I unzipped his pants and slid them off.

I let my body fall on his, skin touching skin, our underwear being the only thing that was stopping us. Our hands roamed each others bodies as if we've never explored each other before, our lips acting as if we've never been kissed and will never kiss again. We were hungry for each other, motivated by a passion that had no words to describe.

He pushed me over on my back again, and his mouth moved down to my breasts. He sucked on my left nipple as his hand stroked my right one, eliciting pleasure. I tugged on his hair and arched my back, allowing him to slip his arm underneath me and hug me closer to him. His tongue flicked back and forth over my nipple, cool against the warmth of my body.

I sighed in pleasure and his mouth left my breast, only to travel even farther down, his breath tickling the smooth skin of my stomach. He kissed just below my belly button and unwound his arm from underneath me. His hands crawled across my hips and grasped my panties, pulling them off of me. He looked up at me as his mouth touched my entrance. He plunged his tongue inside of me, licking me until I moaned his name softly. He dragged his tongue out of my entrance and focused on my clit, sucking on it as his fingers danced on the insides of my thighs. I squirmed underneath him, powerless with the effect he had on me.

He rubbed his fingers on the outside of me, teasing, and looked up at me. He brought his face back up to mine and gently tugged on my ear with his teeth.

"Damn, babygirl, you're soaking wet," he moaned, while still teasing me with his fingers.

Knowing full well that he wouldn't beg for me unless I played a more dominant role, I ripped his boxers down, exposing the last part of his body. He wanted me, and I saw it more then he was willing to admit. He groaned and shoved his face into my neck as I stroked him, slowly guiding my finger up and down, until I knew he couldn't take it anymore. He didn't even fight me as I took his hands in mine and ran them up and down my body, turning him on even more.

"Vera, shit....fuck," he moaned against my neck, panting hard, "You're teasing the fuck outta me."

I smiled to myself, knowing that I was winning. "Tell me what you want," I purred, continuing to trail his hands up and down.

He gasped. "I want to pound you so hard right now."

One of his hands moved up to my mouth and he shoved his fingers in, watching me with half closed eyes as I ran my tongue against them and moved them out of my mouth. I did this three more times before he moved his hands down onto my hips and held me down. His tip touched my entrance, and I breathed inward as he shoved himself deep inside of me. My hands moved up and down his back and he moved his body against mine, shoving himself in and out of me. His grunting noises matched mine every time he went in again.

My hips rose up to meet his thrusts, my legs wrapping around his. With his hands buried in my hair and his lips on my neck, I felt myself start to let go. "Fuck Mikey," I whined as he picked up his pace.

"You feel so good," he whispered into my neck.

He picked up his head and our lips met, hungrily moving against each other, his thrusts becoming faster. My hands tangled in his hair again and my moans became louder against his mouth. I felt my back start to arch, bringing him deeper inside me and my legs curled up around his body as I neared my climax. He continued to pick up his pace as I gasped for breath, my walls tightening around him. Pleasure spread through my body as I hit my climax, screaming out his name as he smiled against my lips. He continued to thrust inside me until he, too, reached his own climax, leaving him panting from exhaustion.

Our bodies were slick with sweat, our hair a mess, but that didn't matter as we lay there intertwined, trying to both catch our breath. He kissed my lips once, twice, mumbling my name and "I love you" over and over again. He held me tightly, breathing heavily and closed his eyes. I ran my fingers down his back, and kissed his lips, finally happy and in my own pure bliss, all the previous events from yesterday completely out of my head. I felt myself tumble into my exhaustion and relaxed. I got my Mikey back, and I couldn't be any happier.

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