The night had finally come—their first night as husband and wife. Wren's heart raced with anticipation as Conner carried her over the threshold of their new home. His strong arms held her close, and she felt the warmth of his breath against her ear, sending shivers down her spine. The room was softly lit by the flickering glow of candles, casting a golden hue over the bed that would now be theirs to share.

Gently, Conner placed Wren on the bed, his eyes never leaving hers. A mischievous smile played on his lips, one that Wren knew all too well.

"I know that smile, mister," she teased, her voice low and sultry.

Conner chuckled, his laugh deep and rich. "Do you now?"

Wren's gaze smoldered as she leaned closer, her lips brushing against his ear. "I want to undress you," she whispered, her voice filled with the promise of what was to come, "and lick every inch of you."

Conner's eyes widened slightly in surprise, his breath catching in his throat. "Kitten," he murmured, his voice thick with desire, "you’re naughtier now that you’re my wife."

Wren pouted playfully, her fingers trailing down his chest. "You don’t like it?"

Conner's hands were on her in an instant, pulling her close, his voice a husky growl. "I love it. Come here."

But Wren, ever the playful one, pushed him away with a teasing smile. "Not so fast, mister. I want to be in charge tonight."

Conner raised an eyebrow, amused and intrigued. "Can’t I be in charge just this once? Consider it your wedding gift to me."

She pretended to consider his request, then nodded with a sly grin. "Alright, but you better make it worth my while."

"Oh, I will," he promised, his voice full of confident assurance. "You won’t be disappointed."

With deliberate slowness, Conner reached for the zipper of Wren's wedding gown. The sound of it sliding down filled the quiet room, and Wren shivered in anticipation as the dress fell away from her shoulders, revealing her smooth, milky-white skin. Conner’s breath hitched at the sight of her, and he placed soft, lingering kisses along the path where the dress had once been, his lips leaving a trail of fire from her shoulder to the top of her breasts.

Wren's breath quickened, her body responding to his every touch. She moaned softly as his lips found her sensitive skin, his tongue teasing her mercilessly. Conner took his time, savoring every moment, his hands skillfully removing the rest of her dress until she stood before him, completely bare.

He lowered his mouth to her breasts, swirling his tongue around her nipple before biting down gently, tugging just enough to make her gasp. Wren's hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as she arched into him.

"Conner," she moaned, her voice filled with need, "it feels so good."

Conner’s laughter was low and wicked as he continued his slow torture, his lips and hands driving her to the brink of madness. "We’re just getting started, Kitten."

Before Wren could process what was happening, Conner had stripped her completely naked, his fingers finding their way to her most delicate spot. She gasped as he entered her, the sensation overwhelming and all-consuming.

"Do you like my touch, Kitten?" he asked, his voice a hushed whisper against her skin.

"More," she begged, her body trembling with desire. "I want more."

Conner chuckled softly, his breath hot against her ear. "I will give you more, my naughty kitten."

With that, he pushed his fingers deeper inside her, eliciting a cry of pleasure that filled the room. Wren's hands fisted in the sheets as her body writhed beneath his touch. Conner moved his mouth lower, kissing his way down her stomach before replacing his fingers with his tongue.

The world fell away as Wren lost herself in the sensation, her moans growing louder with each passing second. Conner's tongue worked her expertly, driving her closer and closer to the edge until she was nothing more than a bundle of nerves, teetering on the brink of release.

"Ride my tongue, Kitten," Conner commanded, his voice a dark, seductive growl.

"I'm almost there," Wren gasped, her body quaking with the intensity of her impending climax.

And then it hit her—a wave of pleasure so powerful it nearly knocked the breath from her lungs. Her body shook with the force of it, her vision blurring as she cried out Conner's name. When the tremors finally subsided, Wren opened her eyes to find Conner gazing down at her, his expression one of pure adoration.

"He is my husband now," she thought, her heart swelling with love. "I love him so much. I’m so lucky."

With a satisfied grin, Wren slid out from beneath Conner and gently pushed him onto his back. It was his turn now, and she intended to make it just as unforgettable for him as it had been for her.

"It’s your turn now," she whispered, her voice full of promise.

Conner smiled up at her, his eyes dark with desire. "I can’t wait."

Wren took her time undressing him, savoring the sight of her husband laid bare before her. He was the most beautiful man she had ever seen, and she felt truly blessed to call him hers.

"I want to give this man just as much as he has given me, for the rest of our lives," she thought, her heart swelling with emotion.

Wren bent down and captured Conner’s lips with hers, kissing him deeply, passionately. She let her lips trail down his chest, her hands exploring every inch of his body as she worked her way lower.

Finally, she reached his manhood, taking it into her mouth with a slow, deliberate suck. Conner groaned, his hands gripping the sheets as he fought to maintain control. But Wren was relentless, her movements purposeful and skilled, and it didn’t take long for him to lose the battle.

With a wicked smile, Wren climbed on top of him, guiding him inside her. She rode him hard and fast, the rhythm of their bodies perfectly in sync. Conner’s control shattered, and he released inside of her with a guttural groan.

"Keep riding, Kitten," he urged, his voice thick with pleasure.

Wren’s heart soared at the thought of making her husband happy. She leaned down and kissed him deeply as she felt him releasing again inside of her, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony.

"I love you," she whispered against his lips, her voice full of sincerity.

"I love you too," Conner replied, his voice soft and full of emotion.

Exhausted and sated, the two of them fell asleep in each other’s arms, Conner still inside her. It was the beginning of their forever, and they couldn’t have imagined a more perfect start.