I had pre-arranged everything so that we could avoid check-in. We were taken directly to our room, a large honeymoon suite. A chilled bottle of champagne was waiting. I took off my jacket, tie, and other tux accessories, although some were already undone from our tryst in the limo. Sally also adjusted herself, but she kept her wedding dress on.
“Want something to eat?”
“Sure. I’m famished.”
“How about a cheese plate?”
“How about French fries instead?”
Her wish was my command. I ordered a large plate of fries for us and as we sipped champagne we decided to tackle the gift envelopes. Her parents had taken the bigger gifts to store in their house but we decided that we should record and deposit the cash gifts before leaving on our honeymoon the next day. Sally opened the envelopes and read out the names and amounts, which I recorded on my iPad. She or I then endorsed the checks. Thank God for mobile deposit — we were able to work through and deposit them all around the time we finished our plate of fries. The amounts were all backed up so we could write thank you cards when we returned home. Most of the gifts were modest but the cards were warm and heartfelt. I began to feel that I had married not just a wonderful girl but an entire family.
We were relaxed and a little giddy. I found the media center and played some rock from the radio. I turned down the lights and looked at her.
“Let me get more comfortable,” she giggled. “First, can you help me unbutton my dress?”
That dress was no joke. It was button, tied, and hooked in all kinds of unnatural places and took a good fifteen minutes to undo. And then there was the hair to unpin as well, which I helped her with. By the time we were done with the preliminary undressing, the undressing that would allow her to undress, we were both tearing with laughter. She pulled something from her bag and headed to the bathroom.
It took a little while during which time I decided that another glass of champagne would not be in our best interest so I made a cup of tea. When she finally emerged, I was in shock. She had on a short, lacy white babydoll that cinched at the waist; a stripe of black fabric ran around the waist, looking like a belt. Beneath the waist it flared out. Underneath I could see that she was wearing sexy white panties. She had a garter belt on as well and clipped it to the white stockings that she was wearing. Her hair was down and freshly brushed and her make-up was freshly applied. She had even put her heels back on.
“Do you like it?” she asked, twirling around for me.
“Oh my God,” is about all I could get out.
Despite having received a blowjob a few hours earlier, I felt like I hadn’t had sex in a year, I was so inflamed. I quickly closed the distance between us, put my hands on her bare upper arms, and lightly kissed her. She opened her mouth and started to use her tongue, her hands on my head. I moved my hands to her waist and kissed her more deeply, pushing against her.
I moved her to one of the plush chairs and sat her down. I kneeled in front of her, all the while still kissing but now she was looking down on me. I kissed around her neck, straining just a little to blow in her ears.
“I love you,” I said, as I began to use my hand to rub her pussy through her panties.
I slid the straps of her babydoll down to expose her breasts. Her nipples were already hard and her areoles flushed with excitement. I kissed her breasts softly and circled her nipples with my tongue. As I moved my whole mouth over her nipple, coming down slowly, hot and wet, and moved her panties to the side. I could feel that she had shaven entirely for me, the first time she had done that. I entered her with my finger. She was wet and gasped with the double stimulation.
I spent a long time licking her breasts and fingerfucking her. The Rolling Stones began to play on the radio and I decided to pick up the pace. I bunched her babydoll up from the bottom and kissed over her mons. I unsnapped her stockings from the garter and slid her panties down. She spread her legs, inviting me in. I put my finger back inside her, increasing to two fingers and curled them up to find her g-spot as my tongue danced over her clit. I slid my other hand under her ass, mostly squeezing but also using a fingertip to circle and tease her asshole. She didn’t last long, gyrating her hips up and coming against my mouth.” She was nowhere near finished.
“I need you. Take me.”
I scooped her up and carried her into the bedroom. I did something between a place and throw, but go her on the fresh, still-made bed, facing up. Standing, I lifted one of her legs and rolled her stocking off, kissing down her leg, around her knee, as I did. I sucked each of her toes, and then did the other leg. She was groaning.
“Now. Fuck me now.”
I did not need the encouragement. I quickly undressed and threw the rest of my tux on the floor. My cock was hard and pulsing and I slapped it a few times over her clit before entering her. It went in easy.
I started slow, grinding against her clit, her legs up, feet almost over her shoulders. As she began to thrash and moan I picked up my speed, slamming into her hard now. I needed to fuck her, to enter her, to become part of her. I suddenly pulled out and flipped her over, now standing, leaning over the bed. I brought my hand down hard on her buttocks. She yelped.
“I’m going to own you,” I said as I plunged my cock into her sopping cunt. I was fucking her hard now, out of control as I occasionally drew back to slap her ass. She started to come again and grabbed a pillow to muffle her cries.
“Keep going,” she said. I was thankful for both my running — which gave me the stamina to continue what was quickly becoming a test of stamina — and the earlier blowjob, which lessened my sensitivity so I could hold off.
I moved her against the wall, held one leg, and entered her again. Her ass was banging against the bedroom wall with every hard thrust. Her arms were around my head and we kissed as I fucked her. “I love you,” I said again with my cock buried deep inside her.
What I was feeling at that moment, though, wasn’t some soft, gauzy, version of love. It was raw desire and it was time for me to appease it. I moved her back to the bed and moved her onto all fours. Then kneeling on the bed I entered her yet again. She had reached down and with one hand was rubbing her clit furiously. She began to cry out sharply and that was enough for me. I roared (or, at least, I remember it that way) as I came, my whole body convulsing. I lowered myself down onto her as she came down from her hands and knees and then rolled off of her. She propped herself up on her side and looked at me, both of us hot, sweaty, and satisfied. She stroked my cheek and I wrapped her in my arms. We both drifted off to sleep in that position, our naked bodies entwined. It was perfect.
We slept late and ordered room service for breakfast, after which we made love again, this time more gently. We showered and got ourselves together. We had to check out and take a taxi to the airport for our flight to the South Pacific, where we would spend two weeks. A valet took our bags and Sally was behind him. As I was on my way out I felt the driver’s card in my pocket. I must have moved it when I changed pants. I looked at it for second. I wouldn’t be needing it. I put it in the trash and left for my honeymoon.