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Amy giggled as she and Adam returned to the house. She was just slightly more than tipsy, as after she'd calmed down enough after they'd slipped from their wedding reception, she'd downed a few drinks. It had seemed that liquid courage had more or less brought her back to her own normal self after Chris had admitted to knowing what they'd been up to.
Adam chuckled softly, amused, as he held an arm securely around his new bride after they left the car and made their way up to the front door. She was a little wobbly, and happy drunk.
"Let's dance again, baby," she sang. "Come on!" The redhead spun out of her husband's grasp to grab his hand, and she began to sway. "Whoo! Dance with me!" She shook his arm, swaying some more.
The tall blond man felt his heart flutter with love. She was so darn cute. Drunk or not, she was adorable.
"I have an idea," he said, his free hand digging into the pocket of his jeans. "Why don't we go inside and *then* dance?" He turned away from his wife long enough to put the key into the lock, and their two dogs began barking up a storm. Unfortunately, they couldn't take a honeymoon because of their demanding, grueling schedules with the WWE. Then, just as he had the door unlocked, he felt Amy stumble. He moved expertly, catching her just in time.
"Whoa... Careful." His emerald eyes were sparkling as he gazed into her beautiful face. Her hazel eyes were fixed intensely on him as she gazed up at him. She clung onto him tightly, but his hold on her waist was strong enough to ensure she wouldn't lose her balance again and fall.
"You're so hot," she said softly, and she began to laugh yet again.
The blond man laughed as well.
"Okay, that does it," he said. "Let's do this the *right* way." With that, he leaned slightly down to scoop her up in his strong arms, cradling her against his chest. "Come on, Mrs. Copeland, let me carry you over the threshold."
Amy let out a throaty laugh as she clung onto him, her head going back in her hilarity. And come to think of it, she wasn't quite sure what she was laughing at. Her head was spinning around to the point that she felt certain she knew what clothing in a washing machine felt like.
Adam basically ignored Branny and Luger as he kicked the door shut and carried his wife to the bedroom. She definitely needed to lie down.
"Mmm... We're home!" the redhead sang as she glanced around their surroundings. They were in the master bedroom. She loved living here in Florida. She'd grown up in this state. But being here with Adam, the man she loved, was better than anything.
The tall blond man gently laid her down on the bed, not a word leaving his lips as he dimmed the nearby lamp, which had been on thanks to an automatic timer. In a few minutes, the brightness would hurt her head, thanks to all she'd drank at the reception. Silently, he returned to her, and gently, he undid the laces of her clunky black shoes, taking them off and then moving up her body. He unbuttoned, then unzippered her pants, pulling them off so that she was in her lovely white lace thong. His tongue poked out to lick his bottom lip, desire in his eyes. But she didn't seem to be in any shape for the wedding night now. She needed to sleep, because she would probably have a hangover in the morning - and that wasn't exactly good, since they had an early flight for the Backlash pay-per-view.
"Here," he said softly, handing her the delicate white lacy nightgown she'd left on the pillow specially for this night.
Amy giggled as she sat up, pulling her shirt up over her head and hastily removing it.
"Wouldn't you rather me *not* put that on?"
"Mmm... Don't tease me, woman," he replied, his green eyes drinking her in with desire. She was no longer wearing her white thigh highs, but still donned the bra that perfectly matched the thong.
"Who's teasing?" the redhead asked in a husky voice, a half-smile cocking her lips. "It's our wedding night... Come here." She held her arms open to him, and without more than two seconds worth of hesitation, he was on her, hovering over her, his lips demanding as they sought her own.
Amy sighed in his mouth as she parted her lips farther to allow his hot, wet tongue entrance. She raised her hands to his head, holding him firmly in place as she responded even further. Gently, she nipped on his lower lip, still holding him in place, as though daring him to move away. He didn't, and she dipped her tongue deeply into his mouth, causing him to groan.
The redhead moved her hands lower, to his shoulders, lower still, and toyed with the hem of his shirt. She tugged on it as they continued kissing, a small moan of protest leaving her as she wanted him out of it. In turn, the blond man abruptly pulled away just long enough to yank the shirt up over his head and toss it aside. Afterward, he lowered his head to her again, kissing the breath from her, his own nearly lost as her graceful fingers danced over his bare back.
After a few minutes, he couldn't take it any longer. Breaking the kiss again, he rose to undo his jeans, quickly ridding himself of them. He felt a small smile coming as he eyed Amy, her gaze fixed on the bulge in his briefs. Slowly, the tip of her pink tongue came out to moisten her lower lip. There was a hunger in her hazel eyes that drove him wild. He removed his underwear as well, then lowered back to the bed to kiss her again, her arms encircling his neck as he allowed nearly his full weight to settle on her much smaller body. He lowered his lips down her body, kissing the base of her throat, leaving hot, wet trails down to the tops of her breasts. He moved his hands to her bra, his fingers demanding, and in no time he raised her up enough to undo the delicate garment. At the same time, her small right hand reached down to fondle him, and she gripped his throbbing erection, causing him to growl.
Hungrily, he grabbed her around the waist, turning over and pulling her around so that she was the one on top. She laughed softly as she gazed down into his handsome face, her head lowering soon after to press a passionate kiss to his lips. Their tongues spiraled around one another, engaging in a battle for dominance, and he lowered his hands to push down the thong she still wore.
She moved enough to kick fully out of the undergarment, a soft smile on her beautiful face as she again met his gaze. Then, lowering her head to his again, they kissed, this time more passionately than before. She moaned as he licked her lips, then dipped his tongue into her mouth once again to kiss her so tenderly, with so much heart that she nearly died.
The next thing she knew, she felt his hand between them, then him slipping inside of her. She let out a soft gasp at the feeling of him, though it didn't take long for her to adjust to his size. God, it felt *so* good. She pushed up onto her knees, beginning to ride him slowly and regularly, then faster. She threw her head back as she increased the pace, loving the feel of Adam's hands caressing her bare sides, stopping to hold her in place, guiding her every movement. He slid one of his large hands up her body, to her breasts, cupping and kneading. A louder moan escaped her at the touch. And then, as he slipped it down lower, she caught his lustful green gaze, and a cry came bubbling up from her lips. He rubbed at her most sensitive area, the combination of the touch as well as his hard shaft inside of her working magic on her senses. She threw her head back as she felt herself coming, a drawn scream emerging from her lips.
"Oh, God... Feels *so* good! Oh, God... Adam!" She arched her back as she continued to ride him quickly, riding out the orgasm, when she felt yet another one building up.
The blond man couldn't take it any longer. She was beautiful... So very beautiful and sexy, just about the sexiest thing he'd ever seen in the midst of her ecstasy. He groaned as he gave into his own orgasm, letting go and releasing himself into her. It left him nearly breathless.
"Oh... my... God," he moaned when it was over. He turned over onto his side to face her, moving his face to hers, nuzzling her gently, the gesture full of affection.
She pressed a firm kiss to his lips, her tongue swirling around in his mouth to tangle with his own. Her small hands started moving all over him yet again, and he could sense that she wasn't quite through with him for the night.
"Mmm..." He gazed directly into her eyes, amusement gleaming in his own. "... you're not tired yet?"
"Not a bit," she whispered. "I want you. I want *more*."
He smiled, then kissed her again. If she wanted more, than more was what he was going to give her.