Ninety-One

                                    

                                          
Author's note:// For this chapter specifically, there is a part where flashback scenes will be written in italics, I won't be doing the usual -flashback- thing, after ninety chapters I am tired of it. LOL.
Jesus, this took two months to finish. 
-Willow-
I sighed, the soft click of the door closing behind Noah as I sat on the bench at the end of our bed, reaching down to untie my heels. Noah whined before rushing over and kneeling in front of me. 
"Lowwyyy, please leave them on. I want to take them off of you." I rolled my eyes at my husband, wiggling my ankle around at him. 
"Why not just take them off now, Nono?" He smirked up at me, his long fingers dancing across the top of my foot, toying with the strings that wrapped around my calf, sliding, his pointer and middle finger under the arch of my foot, applying soft pressure, biting my lip as I moaned softly. 
"Well,  my pretty little wife. When I take them off, I want to take everything off—one by one. Once the first item comes off, I will not stop Willow. I have waited nearly my entire life to marry you, Lowy. This week, nobody will stop me from taking my time to  take care of you." Noah's hand trailed up my calf, to my thigh, where his finger found the garter, his finger slipping under the material before snapping it against my skin, I gasped loudly, his thumb rubbing where the elastic had snapped. 
"I can't argue with that." I whispered, Noah's forehead resting against mine. His hand rubbed my kneecap, under my dress. 
"Have I mentioned how incredible you look in this dress?" He waggled his eyebrows up at me playfully, suggestively. I reached forward, wrapping my finger around one of his hair strands that framed his face. 
He had mentioned it a few times; once when we kissed at the altar, when we walked down the aisle, as we got in the car, five times in the car and twice coming up the stairs to our room when he had been walking behind me. 
"Have I mentioned how incredible my husband looks?" I giggled, bringing my hand up to cover my mouth, his eyebrow rose again, a flicker of temptation in his eyes. He reached up, taking my hand away from my mouth, kissing the back of it delicately, nipping just as gently. 
"I can't wait to watch this dress slip down your body, Lowy. You have no idea how hard it makes me to just think about it; about the girl I have always been in love with standing in front of me while I undressed her, on our wedding night. It's always been you, only you can do this to me." Noah moved my hand down to his dick, resting my hand on it. I smirked up at him, feeling his dick harden more in his pants when our eyes met. I softly palmed at his cock. His finger once again found the garter under my dress, his hand pushing the bottom of my dress up to my knees, nudging my legs apart with his hand.
"Mm, do you think we have time for a quickie?" I laughed, wiggling my brow at him, causing him to laugh and shake his head, dipping down and below my dress. His fingers trailed up and down my calves slowly, moaning when he kissed my kneecap, dragging his tongue around, leaving a trail to the garter, taking the material between his teeth and snapping it against my skin. 
"Ah!" I gasped out, whining when his fingers trailed up my thigh, brushing against the material that kept a barrier between his touch and my pussy. 
"You know I can't be quick with you." I couldn't respond or move, he had taken the garter between his teeth again and began tugging it down my leg. His hand left a loving touch after every inch the material touched. 
"Come on, sweet girl." He helped me off the bed, steading me and smirking, walking me to the door, and opening it. When we stepped into the hallway, Nick had reached the top of the stairs, smiling wider when he saw Noah and me.