Clink, clink, clink. The sound of glasses echoed in the air. Max’s parents, my parents, Matthew, and Becky all toasted their glasses. It was easier since we all sat at the same round table. Then Becky stood up.

“Hello, my name is Becky Miller. I’m the maid of honor. The instant I met Jenna, I knew she was special. And I knew at that moment we would become best friends for life. Her innocence and genuine heart were what stood out for me, and I had to make her my friend. Just like Matthew, I’m not going to bore you with stories of what a great person Jenna is, because she is. I want to share a story that will touch your heart. Jenna was always the safe one. She hardly took any risks, but when she met Max, her whole world became a huge mess. She couldn’t breathe. They were soul mates destined to be, because no matter how hard Jenna tried to stay away from Max, she couldn’t.

“I remember telling Jenna that if she didn’t take a leap of faith with Max that she would never know. After finally making her decision, she told me whatever happened, she would be okay. You see, Jenna always prepared for the worst. A part of her was expecting something to go wrong, but their love for each other was too strong.”

When Becky took a moment to catch her breath, Max kissed me on the cheek. “So,” Becky continued, “Max...you are simply Jenna’s air. You make her world spin. To Jenna and Max. Love you both very much.”

Clink, clink, clink. Matthew started hitting his glass, then the rest followed.

“I’m going to make your world spin, babe,” Max said as the clinking of glass rang louder and louder. What was he doing? He helped me up, tilted my body, and gave me a passionate kiss.

The wolf whistles echoed, indicating everyone was satisfied with that kiss.

After dinner, we had the father-daughter dance and mother-son dance, then Max and I slow danced together while the harpist played. The cake was delicious and many pictures were taken. It couldn’t have been more perfect. Just as the reception ended, the sun started to set, jetting out the most beautiful colors of pink and purple. Never had I seen such colors in the sky. And never had I seen and felt so much love and support as I did that day.

“Mrs. Jenna Knight. Let me do the honors.” Max opened the door, swooped me up in his arms, and carried me over the threshold.

“We did it. I can’t believe it’s over,” I said, feeling my back touch the bed. Max dropped next to me.

“Yes, we did. It’s official. Tomorrow, we’ll be heading to Paris, then Rome. By the time we come back from our honeymoon, we’ll be able to sleep in our new home.”

“Really?” I turned on my side to him.

“I forgot to tell you. The movers are moving everything out of my apartment to our new home. Matthew is going to direct them.”

“You’re so lucky you have Matthew.”

Max kissed the back of my hand. “Yes, I am.” Max caressed my cheek and looked lovingly into my eyes. “I’m so happy, babe.”

“Me, too,” I said sincerely. “I can’t believe I’m Mrs. Knight. It’s going to be hard to get used to.”

“I understand. You’ve been Jenna Mefferd for so long. Thanks for taking my last name.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way. It’s all or nothing.”

“Good, because it’s all for me.” Max’s eyes turned dark and greedy. I knew that look too well. My body had already started to tingle. “I love you, Jenna Knight,” Max said, unzipping the back of my dress. Then he carefully took off my veil and undid my hair. Max hovered over me. “I’m going to show you all night just how much.” His hot breath rushed down my neck, then lower to my shoulder. His kisses traveled downward as he tugged my dress down, exposing my strapless lacy bra. “Beautiful,” I heard him mumble against the base of my breast.

I drowned in pleasure when Max circled his tongue around my nipple. “Oh...Max,” I murmured softly. He didn’t stop there, he continued to glide his tongue down the middle as my skin was exposed. When he got to the base of my stomach, he rubbed and kissed my belly as if he was kissing our baby. His touch was different in that area.

Max had undressed me past my waist, and now the dress was on the floor. With the dress out of the way, Max took his time and kissed his way up my white stockings, to the garter, and to my lacey white G-string. When I heard a low growl, I knew Max liked what I was wearing.

But oh God! He was playing with my clit with his tongue. The sensation shot up to my core, expanding fast and hard. He was filling me up and I wanted more.

“I want to undress you,” I said, out of breath. It was my turn.

After Max helped me up, I kissed the side of his neck while I undid his bow, his vest, his shirt, and helped him out of his tuxedo jacket. I slowly ran my hands across his firm chest, feeling every curve of his tight muscles as his chest rose and fell. Max groaned and shuddered from the warmth of my tongue. As I continued to taste him, I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and let everything drop to the floor.

Max was hard, big, and ready for me. Down on my knees, I licked every part of his dick, then sucked and stroked the way he liked. “Jenna,” Max hissed and made the pleasured sound I loved to hear. Max started to rub my shoulder, and then threw his head back with his eyes closed. He needed to touch me. When he’d had enough, he yanked me up and kissed me, full of passion, desire, and want.

I couldn’t recall how my bra and all the extra lingerie I had on were off me, but that was what Max did when his hands ran all over my body and he kissed me like there was no tomorrow. He was so smooth and graceful with his hands and his lips that it always came as a surprise when I was completely naked.