The rest of the wedding and the wedding night ;) Because who wants to spend their wedding night on a plane! Though, I would like to point out that my wedding night was nothing like this. My husband was so drunk I had to put him to bed, after he insisted on buying Pringles from a vending machine, despite the fact that he fell asleep after eating one singular crisp! So enjoy my fantasy wedding night lol
Many thanks, as always, to CoppertopJ for fixing all my little mistakes :)
The ceremony flowed smoothly into the reception party. We stood just inside the door greeting all of our guests as they moved from the garden to the reception area in the living room. From the ice cold embraces of my new vampire family, including three of the Denali vampires, through the warm hugs of my human family, to the searing heat from the arms of my wolf best friend and her brother; I was so happy to have them all there to celebrate our special day and it meant a lot, especially that the wolves and vampires were able to put aside their differences to be there for me.
We cut the cake and I enjoyed shoving a piece into Edward's mouth as he growled that he would get me back. He wasn't at all as scary as he liked to think he was and all I could do was giggle at him, but his face lit up at the sound of my laughter, so I knew I was forgiven. After that, I threw my bouquet behind me into the group of waiting ladies, turning to see a shocked Leah holding the bouquet aloft.
"Ohhh, you're next!" Alice squealed, "Please let me plan it!"
"Sure," Leah laughed, "I gotta find me a man first, though!"
The whole room burst into laughter at that, before turning to Emmett who had just finished setting up the DJ equipment.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the floor, for the first time, Mr. and Mrs. Edward Cullen," Emmett boomed through the speakers, just as the first few notes of A Thousand Years by Christina Perri began to play.
Edward took my hand, pulling me onto the dance floor and putting his arms around me. He held me close, doing all the work as he twirled me around under the glow of the fairy lights surrounding us.
"Enjoying yourself, Mrs. Cullen?" he whispered in my ear as we danced.
"God, that sounds good," I moaned, enjoying the sound of my new name on his lips, "Yes, the whole day has been amazing, despite the fact that I missed you this morning. I can't believe we are actually married!"
"I know," he sighed, "To have you here as my wife is just the most amazing feeling."
The song ended then, flowing seamlessly into another song and Charlie tapped Edward on the shoulder, looking to cut in for the traditional father/daughter dance. Dancing with Charlie was a much harder affair, seeing as he was about as adept at dancing as I was, so we mainly just swayed in the one spot. I watched over Charlie's shoulder as Edward spun flawlessly around the dance floor with Esme in his arms, the look of pride very evident on her face.
"You look happy," Charlie said, looking into my eyes, "I know I wasn't always Edward's biggest fan, but anyone who can make you look as happy as you do today is alright in my books."
"Thanks, Dad," I replied, laying my head on his shoulder like I used to when I was a little girl, "You don't know how much that means to me."
When that song ended, I was scooped up by Carlisle, followed by Jasper, Emmett, Seth, and every other male at the wedding. As much as I loved them all, I couldn't wait to be back in Edward's arms and as I glanced at him dancing with my mom, our eyes met and I could tell that he felt the same. As soon as the song finished, Edward excused himself and made a beeline straight for me, pulling me into his arms as soon as he reached me.
"That's it," he growled in my ear, "I'm refusing to let go of you for the rest of the night. I don't care what happens or who wants you."
"That's fine with me," I sighed, melting into his embrace.
Hand in hand, we walked into the kitchen so I could grab a plate of food. The caterers had come in and laid out trays upon trays of food so everyone could just help themselves. I piled a plate up with chicken curry and rice, awkwardly as Edward was keeping his promise and his hands never left me, letting go of my hand only to put his arms around my waist. As I sat at the table, his hand rested on my thigh just above my knee. I quickly ate my food, careful not to spill any on my beautiful dress, eager to get back to the festivities.
The rest of the evening passed quickly. I ate, danced, and laughed, having an amazing time with my family and friends. It had been a perfect day, but of course, at some point, it had to end.
Edward pulled me away as we finished talking to Seth and Leah, telling me that it was time to leave. I had no idea where we were going on our honeymoon, but our flight wasn't until tomorrow as we had decided that we didn't want to spend our wedding night on a plane. Edward had booked us into the honeymoon suite of a fancy hotel near the airport.
Everyone gathered at the front of the house as we got ready to leave, my mom pulling me into a long hug, though Edward still held my hand.
"Have an amazing time on your honeymoon, baby," she said, "I'm going to miss you."
"I'll miss you too, Mom," I said, "I'm so glad you have Phil. Take care of each other. Love you." I kissed her on the cheek, trying hard not to let the tears spill over. It was especially hard as I was the only one who knew that this was a final goodbye.
I looked around, trying to find Charlie in the crowd. I spotted him leaning against the wall on the other side of the room, his eyes rimmed red with unshed tears. I hugged him around the waist, unable to stop the tears from falling as he patted me on the back.
"I love you, Dad," I said through the tears, "Never forget that."
"You too, Bells," he mumbled, "Always have, always will." I moved away from him, allowing Edward to pull me in for a hug.
"Ready?" he asked, looking into my eyes, searching for any signs of regret.
"I am," I said, truthfully. As hard as it was to let my parents go, I knew what I wanted.
"Okay, let's go then," he said, clearly seeing the truth in my eyes.
He walked me to the car, as our guests threw confetti over our heads. Edward opened the door for me and I stepped in, careful not to catch or dirty my dress. Soon, Edward was in the driver's seat beside me, starting the engine and driving us off into the distance.
~~~PS ILYF~~~
We walked into the foyer of the hotel Edward had booked, still in our wedding attire, and were promptly greeted by the hotel manager who congratulated us and handed us the keys to the honeymoon suite. We headed into the elevator, which took us right up to the door of our room, situated on the top floor. As soon as the elevator door dinged open, he swept me up into his arms, carrying me into the room.
The room was beautiful, not quite as huge as the suite we stayed in while in New York, but still large with a living area off the main bedroom area. I hardly got a chance to look around though, before Edward set me on my feet and had me pressed up against the wall, his lips capturing mine with a heated passion.
"You look...This dress..." he stuttered, as he pulled away from my lips, his hands roaming down over the lace of my dress to my hips, "No words. There are no words."
His lips met mine again, his hands continuing to roam over my body, finally resting on my bottom as he pressed me against him, so I could feel exactly what he was feeling. I moaned into his mouth as he ground against me, my own desire quickly catching up to his.
"Edward..." I groaned as his lips left mine, trailing down my neck to my bare shoulders and sending a shiver through my spine. I pushed my hands into the top of his jacket, pushing it down over his broad shoulders and letting it drop at his feet behind him. I then reached for his tie, loosening it just enough so I could pull it up over his head.
Taking my hand, Edward led me over towards the large king-sized bed in the middle of the room. He turned me around so my back was against his chest, his arms around my waist, and kissed along my shoulders.
"The only thing better than seeing you in this dress," he purred, continuing to kiss along my bare skin, "Is seeing you out of it."
His hands snaked around to the back of the dress, slowly opening each of the small round buttons that trailed down the back of the dress. With each button that he opened, another jolt of desire flowed through me. When he reached the bottom, the dress fell down, pooling at my feet and he spun me round to face him.
His eyes darkened as he took in the ivory lace underwear that I had been wearing under the dress. The lacy strapless bra pushed my boobs up, making them appear fuller. The thong was topped with a matching garter belt that was attached to sheer ivory thigh-high stockings that made my legs look extra long. He stood still, frozen, as he looked at me, desire evident in his eyes and I made a mental note to thank Alice for this moment.
When he finally moved, it was so quick that I didn't even realise it was happening until I was lying on the bed on my back. He was towering over me in just his dress trousers and crisp white shirt, the hunger in his eyes causing a gush of wetness in my underwear. I moaned as he trailed his fingers lightly over the lace of the bra, my nipples hardening instantly at the feel of his fingers through the lace. His fingers made their way down my stomach towards my underwear, dipping just slightly under the waistband, before continuing towards my core.
"God, Bella," he groaned, as his fingers ran over my apex, still on top of the underwear, the wetness already seeping through, "You're ready for me."
"Yes, God, yes!" I shouted, as his fingers pressed down on my clit.
"It seems such a shame to remove all this," he murmured, "But I am ready to see my wife."
I moaned at hearing the word wife coming from his lips. It sounded amazing, it sounded right, like it was exactly what he should have been calling me forever. His mouth curved up in a smile at my reaction to the word and his fingers slid behind my back, unhooking my bra, before throwing it across the room. As soon as my breasts were free from their confines, his mouth descended over one of my nipples, lapping and sucking, while his hand gently cupped my other breast and his thumb flicked lightly across my nipple. Every movement he made sent a jolt of desire straight to my aching core and I briefly wondered if he could make me come just by doing this.
I had no time to find out, however, as he moved off my breasts, his mouth never actually leaving my skin as he moved south. He carefully unclipped my stockings from the garter and torturously slowly slid them down my legs, one by one. He then gripped the garter belt and my underwear and again slowly pulled them down my legs until I was lying naked in front of him. At this point, I was so turned on I felt like I was about to combust if he didn't do something.
"Please," I pleaded, rubbing my thighs together to get some much-needed friction.
"Uh uh," he muttered, gripping my legs and holding them still, "There's no need for that."
He moved between my legs, hooking his arms underneath my knees, and leaned down, pressing light kisses over the mound of soft curls. I was just about to plead with him again when he brought his fingers up and spread me open before him. I gasped as I felt his icy breath flowing over my overheated sex, my clit swollen, needy, and very ready for him. Suddenly, his tongue swiped right along my slit, from my entrance to my sensitive bundle of nerves and I yelped as my body arched away from the bed.
I writhed beneath him as he devoured me, his tongue alternating between circling my clit and delving into my core. The coil in my stomach was winding tighter and tighter, my movements becoming more erratic as I closed in on my climax. As he realised I was getting close, his tongue focused on my nub as he pushed two fingers deep inside me, thrusting them in and out. As he sucked my clit into his mouth, he curled his fingers around hitting that perfect spot and I screamed as the coil inside me snapped, sending me into a spiral of pleasure.
My eyes fluttered open to see him kneeling above me, my arousal glistening on his lips, calling to me. I pulled him down on top of me, capturing his lips with mine, enjoying my own flavour mingling with his. It was intoxicating and I couldn't get enough of it.
Eventually, pulling myself away, I let my fingers slide down his chest, opening the buttons of his shirt as they went. With each button, I opened, I revealed more of his amazingly sculpted chest. Pushing the shirt off his shoulders as I opened the last button, I openly gawked at him, taking in his impressive form. My fingers quickly opened the button on his trousers and I tried to push them down his legs with my feet. He sat up, quickly removing both his trousers and his boxers, before settling over me once more.
"Husband," I said, watching his eyes impossibly darken further, "Make love to me."
"With pleasure," he replied, lining himself up with my entrance and slowly pushing his rock-hard erection through my folds and deep within me.
Though we had done this many times before, something was different about this time. Knowing that we were married, that we were husband and wife, made that feeling of him filling me so much more meaningful.
Once he was fully seated inside me, he pulled almost all the way out but just before I could feel the loss of him, he was plunging back inside me again. I watched him move above me, every movement sensual and erotic as his muscles rippled just underneath his skin. He continued to drive into me and I felt the pressure building up with each thrust. Looking into his beautiful, butterscotch eyes, I could see nothing but love and lust there.
Long moans interspersed with inarticulate grunts were all that could be heard from either of us as we both neared our climaxes. Panting heavily, I hitched my leg further up his body allowing him to hit me just a little deeper inside and that was all it took to push me over the edge into the abyss. I screamed his name as my muscles clenched around him. A couple more thrusts and he was right there with me, growling loudly as he pulsed inside me.
When he finally stilled, he pressed his forehead against mine, looking into my eyes.
"I love you, Mrs. Cullen," he whispered, still sheathed inside me.
"As I love you, Mr. Cullen," I replied, smiling at the mention of my new name.