Hope giggled as she sent her husband-to-be a quick honeymoon preview. They had been together for four years, but the passion hadn't died down. For a while at the beginning of their relationship, she had been terrified to actually have a conversation with him, fearing that sexual chemistry was the only thing they shared. After a few weeks, though, it became apparent that their minds were just as suited for one another as their bodies.
Hope could hear the girls giggling and chattering in the other room & smiled to herself. This experience was so different from her first wedding, and she couldn't be happier. Her first husband had been a good man, God rest his soul, but not a complete fit. They were young & naive when they married and she often thought that perhaps someone out there was a better suited match, though she never strayed outside their marriage bed. When he passed away from a heart attack, she was devastated, but had used the opportunity to forge a new path in life rather than wasting it. It was a few months after his death that Nic came to town, and while they tried to be respectful of the mourning period, they fell fast & hard for one another. The rest, as they say, was history.
The wedding went off without a hitch. The couple decided on a secret time before the ceremony to see one another and exchange private vows. She had designed and created her wedding dress, which was an ivory and blush tulle ball gown with a split down the front that revealed a gorgeous pair of ivory damask pants and dainty blush heels. Her top was flattering, cut to highlight her collarbones and the tops of her breasts in a tasteful but mature way. Her hair was long and in its natural curly state, with a hand-made flower crown. He laughed when he saw her and when she asked why, he just said, "You're perfect."
She walked herself down the aisle to YoYo Ma's "Butterfly's Day Out" and they were married by their original college piano teacher, Kurt Lovelace.
It was a beautiful day, chock full of laughter and love. Everyone loved the "Thank you for coming" video they had created & played at the end of the night where Nic played percussion, Lovelace played piano, Connor played the tuba & Hope sang a song they had written about the awesome day that had just happened.
As people danced and drank and flirted, Nic leaned in close, his lips brushing his new bride's ear. "How badly do you want to stay at this party?" He murmured, smiling at a passing couple. Hope waved to a group of their friends before quietly replying, "Not nearly as badly as I would like for you to take this off of me."
He cleared his throat and stood up, offering her his hand, and with graceful and smiling gestures, the two made their way through the crowd and into the mostly dark building. Nic opened the third door they saw, pulling her inside and kissing her roughly. "Someone could catch us," she breathlessly cautioned, as she bit his lip and her hands flew to undo his trousers. "God, I hope so," he growled, as he hurriedly slid her pants down, followed by moving her new panties to the side. With a groan, he slid into her dripping passage. She clutched at him and moaned, raising her other leg around his hip while he braced her back against the wall. They had done it all together. Fucked, made love, had sex, drained each other physically and emotionally. But now it was something better. Something that said, "There's no fear here." Something that said-
"-You're mine," he groaned, as he drove up and into her again. "Finally," she smiled, her head back in ecstasy.
Her tight, wet pussy began to quiver as she neared orgasm. "Baby," she cried, "I'm gonna cum." There was a sheen of sweat on his brow and upper lip, and he closed his eyes, thrusting harder. His engorged cock was rubbing against her clit and slamming against her g-spot at every move, and she knew it wouldn't take much more before she was a screaming wild-woman. "Harder" she panted, her newly-painted nails digging into his strong shoulders. She felt the warmth begin to spread through her lower abdomen and then it hit her like a truck. She threw back her head and cried out, "FUCK!"
Nic had focused on getting her off first, but he felt like his cock was going to explode if he didn't release. As his wife screamed out her orgasm and her hot, tight pussy began to tighten and flood his cock with new fluids he rammed into her and buried his face in her neck as her pussy milked every drop from his hardworking dick. His eyes rolled back in his head, and after a few minutes of heavy breathing and recovering from bliss, he chuckled quietly to himself. Who needed any pussy but this?
