I smiled at her. She was right. “I love you Bette Porter,” I told her as she started putting on her pants. At least she was the willing one to go out to greet him. I got up and found a robe and put it on.

When I made it out to the living room, the cart with food was inside and she was standing there with her shirt haphazardly buttoned, having missed a couple setting things on the table. I walked over and put my hands around her waist kissing her neck.

“That smells good Babe. Not as good as you smelled but good.” I don’t think she was having an easy time concentrating but she was putting forth a good effort. “Bette, why don’t we finish what we started and then eat?”

“T, you need to eat.”

“Babe, I need to fuck you much more than I need to eat.” She stopped what she was doing and turned around. She saw I was in the hotel robe and pulled the sash away. When she realized that I hadn’t bothered to put any clothes away, her concern for my dietary needs seemed to disappear. I stepped back from her and backed toward the couch. She followed me, once again removing the clothes that she had just put on.

I sat and pulled her beside me. I didn’t care if the building caught on fire, I was going to taste her and I did. Her moans then screams told me that she could wait for dinner also. When my fingers entered her as my mouth toyed with her, she let me know that God was her friend. I only removed my fingers when she begged me to let her breathe. I honestly had to think about it for a moment because I was so enjoying her and had never experienced her as wet as she was. I wanted to keep going until she was no longer but her pleas to me were followed. I lay on her as she caught her breath whispering to her how much I loved her and how happy she makes me. When she caught her breath, I understood why she had just begged me to stop. She loved me in ways that only she could causing me to orgasm again and again until I thought if I had one more, I would certainly have an aneurysm. Between her fingers in me, her tongue both in me and on my clit, her touching every sensitive spot she knew of mine, I was a happy woman. I was not able to speak for minutes as I tried to catch my breath. Each time I was almost there, she touched someplace else that took my breath away. Finally, I pushed her away. I had to get her to stop. I was so sensitive. She looked at me with that Porter smile, knowing that she had made my body feel things it had never felt before.

We finally both were able to think and sat up holding one another. She asked if I would prefer that she bring the cart into the room for us to eat and I agreed. We sat in bed feeding one another. Luckily, I had ordered us both cold plates so they were on ice when they arrived. I, of course really had nothing to compare it to but I would have to think that our wedding night was pretty good. I was satiated in my need for Bette for the moment, my need for food was being taken care of and I was in bed with my wife who was naked. Was there anything better in life?