"H-How do you want me to do this, exactly?" Jared angled himself strangely at the end of their hotel bed.
"Well, how am I supposed to know? You're the one with the thingy that goes inside." Madeline adjusted herself awkwardly, trying to work her Reem Acra gown into position. She wanted a lavish ballroom gown, and that's what she got. Although on the expensive side, the gown, composing of a silk satin strapless top with a beaded tank overlay and a full tulle skirt, accentuated the ideal points for Madeline's body. A built in bra also did the trick of adding a generous amount of cleavage (considering her breasts only filled a B cup bra).
"Why do you want to do this in your wedding dress? What if it gets ripped? Or stained?" Jared had already discarded his black tuxedo jacket and crisp white shirt that was beginning to show signs of sweat stains. He hadn't been wearing a tie. "If it gets ripped, we'll just re-sew it, no prob." Madeline flopped onto her back and pulled Jared down with her. He smiled above her but couldn't get a good stable position amongst the fluff of the wedding dress. He fidgeted and tugged at the loud fabric, trying to pull it up, or to the side, or down, or just...off! Madeline giggled and decided it was wiser to remain still.
"Damn it, Maddy. Please, just take it off." His grey eyes, displaying mild anger and want, peeked at her from behind the intense fabric.
"I already told you, no. Now quit it and figure out a position we can do this in." She threw a beginners Karma Sutra book at his bare chest. The cover held on his chest for a few moments before dropping into his hands.
"You know, if I didn't shave my chest, this probably would've remained where you threw it." He waved the book at her and laughed.
"Yeah, yeah, but if you didn't shave your chest, then how would I determine you from the apes in the jungle?" She teased. He growled at her from the end of the bed. "Besides, Jared, I have to shave special places, too." Madeline tucked her skirt between her legs and wiggled at him while nibbling on her crimson painted bottom lip. He growled again and turned away from her antagonistic teases.
"When you're done mocking me..." Jared tapped a page of the book and held the picture over his left shoulder for Madeline to see. He heard her ruffles of fabric shuffle behind him as she positioned herself about his shoulder. He listened to her breathing for a couple minutes then more shuffling ensued. "Well?" He turned his head slightly.
"Don't look!"
"Why not?"
"Because I said so." Jared sighed and obediently kept his body facing away from her. A minute or two passed before the sounds ceased. "Okay, Jared, you can look now." Her voice was muffled by something.
"Are you sure?" He tossed the book onto the floor and waited for her response.
"Y-Yes, I'm sure. Just, hurry up." Jared about-faced slowly, not quite sure of what to expect. He could hear her breathing rapidly, but couldn't understand why it sounded so strange.
Then he found out.
Presented before him was the delicate, white, lacy bordered panty-clad bum of his new wife. A cherry-red blush swept over Jared's cheeks as he flinched back and covered his mouth from surprise. An exhilaration of sexual anticipation rushed through his form and excited the loins of his lower member.
"What-What the..." He tried to regain a decent sense of the world around him while his eyes remained transfixed on the tan bottom exposed from the tundra of seemingly inescapable fabric.