"Alone at last, come here babe."
I'm smiling at my new husband, but for some reason I feel nervous. Here we are in the hotel, it's just gone midnight, and Andrew is stretched out on the bed, his tie and jacket are on the chair, and his crisp white shirt is open. He smiles at me, and then sips the champagne.
"What's up?"
"This is...well odd. I mean, I'm your wife now."
"Yeah well, what's so odd?"
"Mum would have a fit."
"Yeah, I guess she would, still it's done, and we'll cross that bridge when we come to it. Do you need help, with your dress I mean?"
"Please."
I turn away from him, and I know he is slowly making his way up to me. He stands behind me and kisses my bare shoulder, and then slowly he moves to my neck, his lips linger behind my ear. I can hear and feel the zip going down on the back of my dress. It sags a little at the bust, and then it slowly slides down my body, and pools at my feet.
Andrew's lips are still on my neck. God I love being kissed softly and slowly like that. I can feel his breath behind my ear. I smile, and savour the little words he whispers to me.
His hands come up and he lifts my breasts slightly. His touch is soft and tender, as he slowly and gently squeezes my tits. His lips carry on kissing my neck, and again he moans, but now a little more lustfully in my ear. I haven't done anything for him yet, I should I know, but I can't help just standing here, wondering what he is going to do next to arouse his new wife.
I want his cock, but I also want to tease him a little. I want him to be in control, and I want to do things for him. My head is full of things and I have slightly mixed ideas, but he is happy doing what he is doing. I shouldn't interfere with what dreams he had about this moment.
His hands travel down my belly, and his lips are still planting loving kissing on my neck. I want to feel his hands between my legs, pulling gently at my soft wet petals...yes I am wet, so very wet, but I want to keep control, just for a moment longer. I've always teased him, and he knows it. I chuckle slightly.
"What's up?"
"That's an £800 dress," his hands stop their movement, "hang it up for me darling."
He drops to his knees behind me, and I grin to myself. I shudder and shake slightly, as his lips kiss the back of my knee. I never expected that, and I didn't expect his lips kissing my bum either! He is soft and gentle, and for a guy he sure knows how to tease a woman, and how to behave. I like that, okay I want him ramming my hot wet pussy, but this is foreplay and he is doing it, (or so it would seem,) all for me!
I step forward, and he picks up the white wedding dress. I turn to watch him hang it up, and I sip the champagne, which I have had in my hand the whole time.
He turns and his eyes drop between my legs, for the first time in ages he sees my freshly shaved pussy.
He walks up to me and drops to his knees. I feel his hands on my white stocking tops and his lips delicately kissing between my legs. I groan slightly, and I hold the glass of champagne against my belly, and then, slowly, I let the smallest dribble as I can, trickle down my belly and onto my pussy.
I watch his lips kiss between my legs, and then he licks at the bubbly liquid, as it runs perfectly down to my pussy. I wish I had a whole bottle to tip down over my pussy, just to feel his hot tongue in my most special place.
I close my eyes so I can concentrate. Yeah this is good Gina I think to myself, so amazingly good! My mind flits from the feel of his tongue, to the liquid rolling down to my wet pussy. I can hear his excitement now, and it gives me such a warm feeling. God I really need fucking, so very much!
I want to be on my back now, before my knees buckle and give way. It wouldn't do to let him see just how much I want fucking...well, not yet. My last thought is a left over from our past, when Gina was a real bitch to him. But things have changed things have changed so very much.
