“Good luck,” Addie said softly. “You look beautiful.”
She smiled a little ruefully. Addie had loaned her a dress for the wedding, but the two of them were completely different shapes. Still, it was a pretty shade of blue, and it floated softly around her body. It was as far from one of Serena’s polished suits as it was possible to get, but it seemed appropriate for the occasion.
Kami led the way outside, scattering the little paper flowers she had drawn, then Addie followed, and finally it was her turn. They had decided to get married outside on the plateau at sunset. They had come together for the first time outside under the Martian sky, and she liked the idea that they were now coming together permanently in the same way.
The temperature was already dropping, but it was worth the chill for the view. The setting sun illuminating the valley below and washed the sky with streaks of gold. John was waiting with the Judge at the far end of the plateau, and her heart skipped a beat at the sight of his tall figure silhouetted against the sky. She started towards him with an eager step, but she had gone no more than a couple of paces before Winston appeared at her side. She put her hand on his mane, and he walked slowly next to her as she went to meet the man she loved.
The short ceremony flew by in a blur. She barely noticed what the Judge said or how she responded. Her whole being was focused on the man next to her, his face illuminated by the setting sun, his eyes intent on her face. She did hear the Judge say that John could kiss the bride, and she deliberately removed her mask so they could seal the ceremony with a kiss. And then his mouth was on hers and that was all that mattered.
Much too quickly, John ended the kiss, pushed her breathing mask back in place, then picked her up and carried her back to the habitat. Addie had prepared a delicious meal, but Serena would have been just as satisfied with the tasteless broth as long as John was at her side. However, she did leave him long enough to put Kami to bed when the little girl asked. She told her story—a very short story—and wished her good night. Kami held up her arms for a kiss, and when Serena bent down, two little arms tightened around her neck.
“I love you, Auntie Seena.”
A lump formed in her throat. Not a daughter of her body, but certainly a daughter of her heart. “I love you too, Kami.”
She was still smiling when she returned to the main room.
“How about a game of cards?” the Judge asked cheerfully. She gave him an appalled glance, and Addie shook her head.
“Don’t mind him. He’s teasing you. I expect you would rather have an early night.” The other woman’s eyes twinkled.
“Yes, we would,” John said firmly, gathering her up in his arms.
She called a quick goodnight over her shoulder as he carried her into the airlock, pausing only long enough to put on her breathing mask and wrap a blanket around her.
They had decided to spend the wedding night in their own small habitat, even though Addie had offered them a room. Her eyes widened as he carried her inside. Strings of tiny white lights circled the interior, and a velvety blue blanket covered the padded floor. There was even a small bunch of real flowers perfuming the air with their fragrance.
“This is beautiful, John.”
“I’m glad you like it, love.” His mouth quirked. “Kami and Addie came up with most of it.”
“It’s perfect.”
“Not quite. Although that is a very pretty dress, you are wearing entirely too many clothes.”
“Do you like it? I used to wear things like this a long time ago.”
His face softened, and she suspected he knew she was referring to the long-ago time when she had been so innocent. “I do like it, but I like you just as much in a suit or in coveralls. Wear whatever makes you happy.”
“You make me happy.”
“Good.” He put her gently on her feet, letting her slide down against him so she could feel every inch of hard muscle—and even harder cock. Excitement throbbed low in her stomach.
“You’re teasing me,” she said breathlessly.
“What was it you said to me? That it’s not teasing if you’re going to follow through?”
“And are you?”
“Absolutely,” he promised. He whipped her gown away, then stared at her naked body, his gaze traveling over her with unconcealed hunger. “Perfect.”
“I’m really not.”
“You are to me. Perfect little mouth.” He kissed her until she quivered.
“Perfect little breasts.” His mouth closed over a nipple, shockingly hot and wet, and he lingered, moving from one breast to the other until her knees were shaking and her hands were clutching her shoulders.
“And of course, this perfect little pussy.” With one easy movement, he had her on the floor and his mouth between her legs. He teased her swollen clit until her whole body tightened, perched on the edge of orgasm, then pulled away.
“John!”
“I want to be inside you when you come,” he growled.
His clothes had disappeared at some point, and his heavy cock nudged the entrance to her body as he bent over her.
“Are you ready, my love?”
“Yes!”
His eyes fixed on her face, he buried himself inside her in one long, hard stroke. The sudden overwhelming stretch as he filled her completely sent her flying. Her body convulsed, fluttering helplessly around the massive invader as her vision sheeted to white and she called out his name. The orgasm rolled on and on until she finally went limp in his arms.
He was still watching her, and the love on his face took her breath away.
“Mmm, that was amazing.” She tried to wiggle against him but he held her easily in place, still impaled on the iron bar of his cock.
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