“Oh, stop your giggling.  You’d think you were happy, or something....Mrs. Timberlake,” he laughed, but his eyes were full of love.  In fact, he was blown away by this feeling, the knotting of his stomach, and the tingle that would slide through his veins every time his eyes caught her.  

Deep down, he had always thought that weddings were super overrated, and something he would never willingly participate in.  Yet, somehow, here he was.  And he didn’t regret it for a second.

“Mmm....I’m definitely happy, Mr. Timberlake.  But I’ll be happier when you stop staring at me like I’m going to disappear, and pick my sexy ass up and carry me over the threshold so I can get this dress off.  I swear, I can’t breathe,” she giggled again.  Her chin slightly tilted up towards his, and the smile on her face was just radiant.

“...and who said you were going to take your dress off?” he asked curiously.  

They were now standing outside of the door to their new vacation home in Cannes.  Neither of them had even been inside, part of them buying it for the neighborhood, and the other part of them buying it for the spontaneity.  Besides, it would make it easier for their Honeymoon if no one knew where they were going.

He just chuckled a little as he looked down at their joined hands, lightly allowing them to swing back and forth.  He looked back up at her and just stared into her eyes as they stood on the porch, still dressed to the hilt in their wedding attire.  He lifted a gentle hand to allow his thumb to graze her cheek while he took in the form of the woman of his dreams glowing in the pale moon light.  He gently pulled his bottom lip between his teeth.

He could tell she was lost in the moment, not even bothering to come up with a reply.  He slowly allowed his head to bend to hers, her eyes like acting like a gravitational pull, finally letting his lips touch hers.  As soon as their soft flesh touched, he felt the familiar fire slide through his veins, the same fire he felt when he watched her walk down the aisle a few hours ago.

As she got lost in their kiss, his hand reached for the door knob that he had already unlocked and released the security code.  He gently pushed the door open and picked her up in one fell swoop, only letting his lips pull from hers so that he could see where they were walking.

He smiled as she rested her forehead against his, and he could feel her warm breath tickling his nose.  He unwillingly sets her down to go back to the door, gently locking it and setting the security code. 

When he turned back to pick her up again, she had already started taking her hair down, and he pouted.  Again, he wasn’t one for ceremonies and stupid traditions, but her hair was coiled in perfect ringlets, and he just wanted to slide his fingers through them.

“Baby...” he whined.  “Don’t do that yet...”

He smiled at her giggle.  “Why?  You wanna do it?” she asked, biting her bottom lip.

“The possibility exists...” he trails off again before looking up at her with a cheeky grin.  

He didn’t waste time on any more conversation, walking over to her swiftly and picking her up again before making his way up the stairs to where the master bedroom was.  He could feel her fingers playing with the slight hair at the back of his neck, and it sent shivers down his spine.

As soon as he got her to the bedroom, he gently let her down, watching her kick her heels off immediately and go back to her short stature.  He smiled and nodded to the bathroom.

“Let me help you unzip...and then I’ll let you do your thing.  I know you had a whole outfit planned, and I don’t want to ruin it...” he smiled.  He grabbed her pink polka dot suitcase that she insisted on, and he rolled it into the massive bathroom that might as well have been another entire room.

Once in the bathroom, he gently stood behind her and slowly engulfed her in his huge arms.  “You are absolutely gorgeous, Mrs. Timberlake...and today, you’ve made the happiest man alive by taking my name, sharing my life.”  As he spoke, his head turned into her neck, letting his nose rub slightly against the soft expanse of skin.

She knew how big he was on family, and how important commitment was to him.  He didn’t believe in divorce, and that was one of the reasons he never thought he would get married.  But then he met her, and she changed everything.

“No...” she whispered, her temple resting against his forehead as his fingers danced along her waist.  “You’ve made me the happiest woman alive,” she giggled.  “But c’mon, as much as I absolutely love how intimate this is right now...I would love to get out of this dress and into something more comfortable that both of us could enjoy.” Her voice was barely audible, and he could sense a bit of nervousness there.

“Of course my love, my light...my wife.”  He smiled as the new words left his tongue effortlessly.  “Anything for you.  Let me unzip you and I’ll go wait for you in our bedroom,” he couldn’t help but smile as he stepped back and reached for her zipper.  The tips of his fingers lightly slide against her back as he undid the fisheye hook at the top of her dress before snaking his long fingers down the center of the back.  He watched her shiver a little at his touch, and he knew exactly how she felt.

She nodded, turning around to face him so they were no longer staring intently at each other through the mirror.  She was holding up the top of her gorgeous strapless dress, biting her bottom lip in that way that drove him crazy.

“I love you, honey,” she whispered finally.  “Go wait for me...I’ll be out in a minute.”

He just nodded, leaning in to give her one last kiss before reaching up to play with a soft tendril of her hair.  God, he loved her hair.  He nodded, taking in her form one last time before he got up and left the room.

Once outside, he slowly undid the tie, slipping it over his head and onto one of the arms of the chairs in the bedroom.  He then took of his coat jacket, slipping the outside of it around the back of the chair, and following suit with his vest.  He was working on the last half of buttons on his shirt when he heard the door open.

He glanced up, and he could hear his heart starting to beat out of his chest.  And when he finally set eyes on her, her gorgeous curvaceous frame standing in the middle of the doorway, he almost lost it.  The moon was highlighting her figure, and accentuating the softness of her curves.  He moved to try and speak, but nothing came out.

She walked closer to him, sauntering effortlessly towards his motionless body, one hand still perched at a button he still had yet to unbutton.

“Cat got your tongue, baby?” she smiled easily.

“I just...you-you’re...you’re so beautiful,” he finally mustered, stuttering a little with his words, a slight blush creeping up his cheeks.  

“Thank you,” she smiled bashfully.  “Why don’t you let me help you with this?” Her hand slowly slid up his chest, carefully grabbing his wrists and pulled them down to his sides.  Afterwards, she moved her hands back to where his had left off, easily finishing unbuttoning his shirt.

She stepped closer to him, feeling her hands slide up his chest and over his shoulders to shrug the material off of him. He gently took it from her to slide it over the chair.  He looked down as she started working off his belt and undoing his fly.  In no time, he was standing, half-naked in his soft white boxer-briefs.

At this point, his patience had grown thin, and seeing her standing there, undressing him, in nothing but a sheer white silky nightgown, drove him wild.  In one swift moment, 

his hands had affixed to her hips, and he lifted her effortlessly against his body, walking her to the bed and gently laying her down.

He watched her take in a shaky breath as he stood back up.  He grabbed her leg and lifted it up a few feet to where his mouth was, placing soft kisses along her instep and up her ankle to her lower calf.  He reached down, grabbing the garter belt, and slowly sliding it up her leg, chuckling when he heard her whimper a little.

He let his other hand grab her other leg, pulling both of them up, and allowing his soft hands to slide down her thighs lightly.  He gently pushed up her dress, smiling when he sees the gorgeous lacy white boy shorts.

“Your skin is so soft.  You must have really enjoyed the spa before we left,” he smiled, leaning in to place a kiss on her inner thigh.

“I did enjoy the spa, but not nearly as much as I’m enjoying this time with my husband.”  He helped her sit up, and he easily pulled the silk material over her head, leaving her in her white lacy underwear.

She watched him as he paused, hovering above her, just staring down at her.  He couldn’t help but take in every inch of her skin.  She had made him vow that they wouldn’t have sex for the six months before their wedding, to make it special.  And now that they were here, in this moment, he had almost forgotten what she looked like, and how much she affected him.

He gently allowed his body to settle over hers, hands lightly caressing and teasing every inch of her skin.  He placed soft, gentle kisses along her collar bone, up her neck and jaw, and finally to her temple.  He buried his nose in her hair, lightly nipping at her ear lobe.

“You, my dear....are the most beautiful woman in the world.  What did I do to get a girl like you,” he asked, calmly.  But there was a sentimental tone in his quality that was new, something even he didn’t recognize.

She chuckled, and didn’t even get an answer in before their lips crashed down on one another, and the passion ignited between them.  It had been a long six months, filled with wedding planning and life obstacles.  It had almost killed them to get to this day, and they were both trying to cherish every single second.  

His tongue worked effortlessly against hers in a heated embrace, their hands caressing and groping innocently, lovingly.  This was not something either of them were rushing.  They had the rest of their lives, and they were going to make their first time as Mr. & Mrs. Timberlake be a time to remember.

As their kisses and caresses escalated, Justin began working off her bra, taking the time to caress and cherish her beautiful mounds.  How they were so perfectly rounded, perfectly perk.  He could just suck, lick, and nibble on them all day, getting lost in admiring one of his favorite parts of her anatomy.

“Justin...” she hissed.  “C’mon...I need you.”

He looked up with a slight blush and nods.  “Oh, sorry baby.  Guess I just got a little carried away.”  He winked at her one more time before starting to kiss down her body lovingly.

He started to pull her panties down, kissing every inch off flesh agonizingly as he slid them off torturously slow.  As he did, he stood up and smiled, just staring down at his wife.  His wife.

A huge smile came to his face as he crawled onto the bed and collapsed next to her, just reaching over to caress her side.

“You know, I’ve been dreaming of this night since you told me we couldn’t have sex.  And now that it’s here...I just want to cherish it.  Part of me...just...wants to hold you like this forever,” he whispered, a slight vulnerability to his tone.

She smiled, reaching up to touch his face, turning on her side to face him.  “Baby, I’m not going anywhere.”

He laughs.  “I know...I just.  You know, my career is so hectic, and life has been so busy and chaotic with the wedding planning, that I just.  Sometimes I’m so afraid I’m going to blink, and this is going to go away, or I’ll realize it’s not real...or I’ll fuck it up somehow.  I’m just...I’m so happy to be here.  And I want to remember this forever...you and me, in this moment right now.”

He watched the blush creep up her face and he smiled.  “I think that’s the most romantic thing you’ve ever said to me that wasn’t in a song.”

He just shrugged with a smile.

“Justin?” she asked, meekly.

“Yeah, baby?” he looked up, breaking the gaze from her naked form laying sprawled out right in front of him.

“Make love to me?” her voice was soft, barely above a whisper, and he heard that nervousness creep back into her voice.

“Forever, and always,” he smiled before pulling her to him, getting lost in her kisses again.

And make love to her he did, all night long, until the sun came up.  It was the most sensual, loving sensation that either of them had ever felt before, and they couldn’t get enough.  Luckily, they had a two weeks to bask in the continuous glow that was their honeymoon.