I was surprised that we were able to have a small wedding ceremony in only two months, but judging by the fact that we had it in a small nearby church and had the reception at my parents' house, it was quite easy to set up. The only problem was that Mitchell decided that he would be in charge of the decorations and almost bought the wrong colors. He somehow got us matching suits in time, mine with white and red, and his with white and green.
The ceremony was beautiful, but my Mom and Dad were pissed, even though they suggested it in the first place. Honestly, I think they didn't believe it would even happen in the first place, but here I am married to Mitchell. Julietta had caught the bouquet, but Isaac glared at her, like he wanted to catch it instead.
Everything went better than I expected and I was able to smoothly move into Mitchell's house in N City.
"What do you want to do tonight, Cherry?" Mitchell asked. I was imagining us tangled together and singing to him. Before I could even say anything, Mitchell kissed me, one of those deep kisses where he uses his tongue to explore my mouth. I wrapped my arms around his head, to keep him trapped in the kiss. After a while, I let go and Mitchell looked at me with his face all flushed. "You want to do that?" I nodded. I didn't feel like talking, but I still wanted to do things.
Mitchell led me into the master bedroom and started taking off his clothes.
"I'm going to take a shower," Mitchell said, "Would you like to join me?" I nodded and we went into the shower. We kissed and kissed. "Julian, be a good boy and wrap your arms around my neck." I frowned, it was weird that he called me by my first name, but I did as he requested. I decided to wrap my legs around his waist as well, but I was struggling, though Mitchell noticed and put his hands under my thighs to hold me up.
He shoved his thing deep inside me, causing me to moan. He thrusted and thrusted. "Deeper," I moaned, which caused him to get bigger. Mitchell kissed me again as he thrust deeper and deeper. I noticed that something felt a little weird, it must be the opening to my womb that he was thrusting into.
Soon, we washed ourselves off and went to the bed. I felt weird because of what I just realized, but Mitchell looked like he wanted more.
"Do you want to do it more times?" Mitchell asked, "Or, are you done?"
"More times," I said.
And on our wedding night, we did it around seven times.
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