Saved By The Firefighter
Chapter 133

Josie's point of view.

Nervous excitement makes my tummy flip about as I look at myself in the mirror of my bedroom in the suite Anders booked for us. I stand here checking out my blush pink knee-length dress that floats out from the waist, the sweetheart neckline pushing up my bust, the slight outline of my diamond n****e bars that were part of my engagement gift just visible under the tight soft fabric.

I add the small diamond comb head-dress to the side of my hair which is hanging down, styled in soft waves. I slip my feet into the blush pink strappy heals that match the dress perfectly, then pick up my small bouquet of cream-coloured roses. Taking a breath to get control of my nervous excitement, I took one last look in the mirror.

Do I wish all my family and friends were here? Not really. It may sound selfish, but just spending this day with Anders is perfect for me, for us. After two weeks of no s*x, in the run up to our wedding, I had zero desire to sit around a fancy table entertaining wedding guests. As soon as we get out of that Chapel of Love, we are heading straight back to this suite, and I will move into the other bedroom, and I have no intention of leaving it until our flight home in four days' time.

A soft knock at the bedroom door, brings out the widest smile I think I have ever had in my life, as I let out a small squeak of excitement, then go to open it.

Anders is stood. Hell, this man is all kinds of sexy, he is wearing a charcoal pair of trousers, teamed with a lighter grey shirt that is undone at the collar. It is casual for a wedding, but when he asked me what I wanted him to wear, I asked him for this exact look, because it is my favourite.

"Wow Josie, you look so beautiful." Anders' deep voice tells me, as his heated gaze leaves a trail of goosebumps where he looks.

"Thank you, you are not so bad yourself." I grin up at him.

"Ready to get married?" Anders asks with a smirk on his face that looks like he has just won the main prize on one of the slot machines downstairs.

"Erm... If you insist," I teased as he let out a groan.

"You are asking for a spanking." He growls at me.

"Yes, yes I am." I giggle then winked.

After two weeks without feeling his body on me and in me, I am more than happy to spend our wedding night with a little slap and tickle. If you get my drift, to hell with all that romantic s**t, there is plenty of time for that. I want hot, heavy and, my domineering arsehole to consummate our marriage.

Anders slips his big hand in mine, and as always, I feel the pleasurable electric humming pulsing up my arm, leading straight to my core.

We walk out of the hotel suite which resides on the top floor of the Bellagio, taking the private elevator down to the foyer. The sounds of coins being dispensed with huge cheers greeted us. I guess someone has hit the jackpot. I look around and see an elderly lady grabbing a hand full of her coins as they pour out of the brightly lit slot machine, placing them into her bucket. I guess I am not the only lucky lady here today. A few guests see us in our wedding attire, and congratulate us, as we walk to the front of the hotel. A limo is waiting just outside the doors, as I descend the marble steps, and step inside for the short trip up the strip, towards the chapel.

The chauffer pulls up outside the chapel, which has a huge red heart on it. It is completely tacky, but I do not care, it is what I want. He steps outside, and opens the door, as Anders gets out first before turning and taking my hand once more, helping me out of the stretched limo. "Ready?" He asks.

I nod my head. I have never been as ready for anything than I am to marry this man who I once hated, but now love with every last beat of my heart.

We headed into the chapel of Love, to replace the provided witnesses to our marriage stood with smiles on their faces, as we walked together down the short isle, the sounds of Elvis singing "I can't help falling in love with you." Echoes around the chapel.

I smile, it was my choice of song. What can I say, I am a Sunderland lass through and through, and this is the song sang on the terraces at the Stadium of Light, when the footy is on. As we reach the altar, the ordained Elvis impersonator steps forward, and I look at Anders. My mouth opened wide. I thought he had refused that little want of mine. Guess not, this is why I love him, he lets me have my tacky stuff that I love.

Anders chuckles at my face as the song comes to an end, and on the final note of 'YOU' in the song, we both chant together "Sunderland" then laugh.

The service passes in a blur, as we say our vows, promising to love and cherish, have and hold, in sickness and in health, to each other. Anders places a platinum wedding band on my finger. It sits perfectly above my engagement ring, and I love it. I placed his thicker platinum wedding band on his finger. As Elvis pronounces us man and wife, he doesn't have to tell Anders to kiss the bride, as I am already in his arms, his lips on mine, as his tongue swirls around, fighting for dominance in a way that makes my core weep. Someone hands us our marriage certificates, and we walk out of the chapel into the limo, and make our way back to the hotel, hand in hand, both of us with the cheesiest grins on our faces, and I am the happiest girl in the world.

Anders Point of View.

We get to the door of the hotel suite, and I lift my wife... MY WIFE! Into my arms, and carried her over the threshold. I moved past the trolley filled with food, covered with silver lids, taking her straight to the bedroom. I kick the door open, and bonce her body onto the bed.

This little minx has been winding me up for two weeks, with her no s*x rule. She knows exactly what she was doing, and I know exactly what she wants, and trust me, I am more than happy to give my wife what we both need.

I crawled onto the bed, as she lay looking up at me, all innocent, yet sexy as f**k in her wedding dress. She is perfect, so damned perfect. I never believed in love, having never experienced it. That was before this feisty firefighter went toe to toe with me about a fire certificate. But now, I am a true believer, because I can never express the feelings I have for my wife. The word love doesn't even cover it. She is my everything.

I unbutton my shirt, casting it aside, as Josie stares up at me, licking her lips. Next, I kick my shoes off, before undoing the belt on my trousers, unzipping them and kicking them off my feet, before pulling down my boxer briefs.

My wife lets out a soft moan as she takes me in, her face flushed already, her pupils blown. I resisted the urge to chuckle at her, putting on my dominant mask. Then stride to the side of the bed and lay down.

Like the good wife she is, Josie lay waiting for instructions, biting her bottom lip in anticipation of what is to come.

"Wife, you have made me wait to long to feast on you. Sit on my face." I order her.

Josie all but jumps off the bed, and straddles my face.

I lift the soft fabric of her wedding dress up, letting out a groan as I see the sexy minx has not worn any underwear today, the diamond clit ring twinkles with the low light of the bedroom.

I grab hold of her hips, lowering her onto my face. My tongue teases her clit, pushing the bar back and forth making her jolt with pleasure letting out little squeals. Her arousal is pooling out of her, and I know it will not take much to have her come completely undone on top of me.

My d**k pulses and twitches, longing to be inside my perfect girl, but he will have to wait. I have plans for my wife, and that is to tease her as much as she has teased me these last weeks waiting for this day.

My hand rubs the globes of her gorgeous bum, as she gyrates on my face, my tongue lapping up her juices, the perfect entrée to our wedded bliss. I took my hand back, giving her one hard slap to her buttocks as she let out a small cry of pleasure and pain, then pushed further into my face.

"No." I growl out, and instantly, like the good wife she is, she halts, lifting herself up slightly, as I push a finger into her puckered hole.

"f**k, please Anders, I am nearly there." She begs.

"NO!" I commanded her, as I twisted my finger inside her.

Her wet hot p***y drips with need into my open mouth, and I let out a sigh of contentment.

"How much do you love this dress?" I asked her, breaking character just for a moment. I am desperate to rip it from her perfect body, but if she wants to keep her wedding dress, I will resist that urge.

"Humm, not enough." She pants out.

I smirked as I once more extended my tongue, pushing the clit bar back and forth, driving her wild, then lift my hands to the top of the dress, and pulled it, the buttons flying across the room, as I lifted it up from her body, throwing it to the floor.

Josie lets out another delicious moan, as she once more pushes into my face, attempting to have my tongue enter her hot wet folds.

Effortlessly, I pick her up just before she climaxes, before throwing her back down on her back.

"s**t, I hate you!" Josie cries desperate for her release.

I lift her feet by her ankles, pulling them up above her head, and stare down at her glistening p***y, that I can never have enough of.

"When was the last time you took your pill?" I growled out.

"Two weeks ago, as discussed." Josie whimpers out, as she tries to gyrate her hips, but is hampered by her position.

"Good wife." I praise her.

I line myself up to her hot throbbing core, then, without warning, I thrust hard into her.

Josie let out a small cry of pleasure, as I thrust deep into her.

Letting her ankles go, she wraps them around my neck, as my hands replace her n*****s, and I play with those bars, as I continue to thrust deep inside her aching needy body.

My wife begins to shake, as her moans turn to cries, and I feel her walls begin to grip my m*****d.

"I am going to put a baby inside you now, wife." I growled at her.

Josie nodded her head, her face a beautiful mixture of want, pleasure, pain and need.

I pull out of her, just before she crashes over her ledge, as she curses me to hell and back. I grin, I love it when she is all riled up, that has never changed, and I doubt it ever will.

I flip her onto her front, grabbing her hips upwards, before thrusting deep inside her, taking a hand full of her hair and pulling her head back, as she whimpers and moans again.

I am unable to hold myself back now, I have waited too long for this moment, and with a slap of her backside, I feel Josie come undone, as my balls clench, and I spill my seed deep inside her, at the same time.

We slump together onto the bed.

"Wow." Josie whispered.

"I have missed this." She smiles up at me, her face flushed.

"Hum, me too wife, me too." I smiled at her, stroking her long blonde hair.

"I do believe that was the money shot." I grinned at her.

Josie giggles, and looks down at her tummy.

"Swim, little tadpoles swim." She giggles, as my lips crash onto hers, and instantly I feel my length grow.

"Again?" I ask her.

Josie grins up at me and nods her head, and I roll on top of her, kissing my wife's lips, as this time, I make love to the only person who has ever held my heart.