Better Choices (bwwm)

F I F T Y F O U R *

I V Y

The hum of the limo's engine and the soft flicker of streetlights outside are the only sounds in the car as I sit beside Alex, my husband.

The wedding reception just ended, and we're on our way to the after-party. The air is thick with the kind of excitement that only a newlywed couple feels, but here, in the confined space of the limo, it's just the two of us.

Everyone else got dropped off so they could head to the after party, Alex and I are heading to the hotel so I could quickly change into my next dress for the party.

I can't help but glance at Alex, his dark eyes gleaming with that familiar spark. His hand rests on his knee, but I know he's barely holding back.

"Can you believe we're finally married?" I ask, the words hanging between us like a promise.

Alex chuckles softly, leaning in so close that his breath warms the side of my neck. "It still feels unreal. But I have you now... For real this time Iv, and I'm not letting go."

His words are sweet, but it's the way his lips hover near my skin that sends a shiver down my spine. I turn my head slightly, catching his gaze. The playful smile on his face gives way to something more intense, more primal. He leans forward, his lips brushing against mine in the briefest of touches, making my heart race.

"You're already making it hard for me to concentrate," I whisper, my voice barely above a breath.

Alex's grin widens, and he shifts in his seat, closer, his body heat radiating toward me. "We're in a limo on the way to our after-party, Ivy. What do you think I'm thinking about?"

My breath catches in my throat as his fingers lightly graze my thigh, his touch just shy of demanding. I feel the warmth of his hand through the fabric of my dress, sending a rush of heat to places.

"The food that's gonna be there?..." My voice cracks, barely a whisper.

He shifts again, this time completely closing the gap between us, his lips capturing mine with a sudden urgency. It's no longer the sweet kiss we shared earlier—this one is hungry, desperate, like we've been waiting for the right moment to lose ourselves in each other.

His hand slides from my thigh to my waist, pulling me closer as if there's nowhere else he wants to be. The sudden proximity is intoxicating, and I can't help but respond, my hands moving to his neck, tugging him deeper into the kiss. The tension between us is a palpable thing, swirling in the confined space of the limo.

"Ivy," he mutters against my lips, his breath ragged. "I've been wanting this since the moment I saw you walk down the aisle."

I pull back just enough to meet his gaze, searching his eyes for any sign of hesitation. There's none. His hands are already making their way up my dress, the touch of his fingers leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

The dress I got made was a two piece so the flowey bottom part is easily removable and Alex wastes no time getting it off of me.

"Well I'm not waiting anymore," I murmur, my hands traveling down to unbuckle his belt, the anticipation in my chest so tight I can barely breathe.

He grins, a knowing look flashing in his eyes. In the dim light of the limo, the outside world fades away. There's no more wedding, no more guests. It's just us, together, in a haze of desire. His lips are on my neck now, leaving soft, heated kisses as his hand slides to my back, pulling me closer. The scent of his cologne fills the car, intoxicating, as he moves with a slow, deliberate rhythm that only makes me want him more.

Every movement is calculated, making the air thick with anticipation. His hands, though steady, grow bolder, sliding down to where I need him most. I can feel the rush of heat building between us, the tight knot in my chest threatening to break free.