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“Gotta carry you across the threshold. We’ve come this far, Fig. We can’t stop now.”
I push open the door, and deliver my bride to our new home.
Which is a bit barren, I have to admit. A card table and a few folding chairs, but I figure the rest of the home will come together.
I rush to the bedroom, which right now is just a mattress on the floor. It has a sheet and pillowcases at least, which is all we really need tonight.
My blushing bride and I roll onto the mattress, and she’s already pulling at my clothes. Button by button the tuxedo is coming off, and she’s kicking her feet to toss off her shoes.
“Unzip me!” dhe says, showing me her back, and I help her gleefully. She lets her dress fall and folds it quickly and neatly into the corner, treating the gown with as much care as it’s going to get in this bare room that will shortly become our love nest.
Soon I’m lying on the mattress, naked and stroking myself, and she’s sauntering up to me in her frilly underwear. My cock throbs uncomfortably, but its time will soon come.
I want her, no, I need her more than any man has ever needed a woman before.
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I jump right down onto him, his naked body against my mostly naked body, enjoying the enticing feeling of them intertwining. His hands creating gooseflesh wherever they go, and making me crave him even more.
The anticipation that has built in our short time together feels all too overwhelming. The fire erupts immediately when we met and every moment we have spent apart has only built that anticipation hotter and hotter.
“Can’t believe I’m going to finally get to have you,” he says with a squeeze of my ass. “It feels like it’s been decades of holding back. I really didn’t think I was going to make it.”
“There are people in relationships who have waited far longer than we did, you know. And without getting married.”
“They’re fools. When you find someone you love, you should lock them down and embrace them as soon as possible.”
“I wouldn’t call not getting married to someone I just met foolish, Hank.”
“What do you mean? We technically met years ago!”
“With most of those years apart.”
“Details, details. All unimportant.”
I laugh, and he follows it up with another kiss. God, I don’t think I’ll ever tire of his lips, his embrace, or anything else about him. Our time together feels so brief, but it feels so real, and so intense too.
I run my hand down his chest, feeling all of his manliness, and realizing it’s all for me. My very own firefighter who has posed for calendars, who is mine now, and only mine.
He runs his hands around the waistband of my panties, his fingers siding into them, going deeper between my legs and using a gentle but firm touch on my clit, letting me call out in delight.
“For a virgin, you certainly know how to find that well,” I jest.
“I’m a virgin, yes. But I’m not naive. I’ve watched plenty of stuff that I wouldn’t mention to my mother, Fig. And let’s just say I’ve taken plenty of mental notes to use on my beautiful bride.”
“I don’t doubt it. I guess I just expected you to be clueless like everyone always told me guys were.”
“Most of those clueless guys are more concerned with themselves than their girl. But I know better. You please the girl, the girl will keep coming back to you.”
“You’re making a good argument right now for keeping me coming back, yes.”
“Oh, believe me. I already know you’re mine, Fig. I just believe there's no such thing as overkill.”
He kisses me again, briefly, and it rains down my body. He pushes my panties down my legs, gently stripping me of them with a little bit of help from me. He spreads my legs and slides down my form, his hand flat on my chest, and kisses my now exposed clit, showing some intensity. A blissful surge through me forces me to moan loudly for him, exactly what he wants.
I feel a tender finger sliding around my slit, playing with my juices, already there and quite plentiful for him. One finger, two fingers poking at me, testing what’s good and pleasurable as he glides over my sex and licks my clit.
He brings those licks lower, slurping my juices and laying on the attention.
I writhe as he goes to work, all of his studies in pleasing a woman now being applied and wholly dedicated to me. His fingers settle into a rhythm of pistoning in and out of me as he buries his face between my thighs, intent on eating me out nice and good.
Lick after lick, suck after suck, he shows me so much attention my whole body is vibrating. I instinctively grind my face into him, my body wanting more, my hand running through that beautiful head of hair. I never wanted to be like the girls I saw in porn films, moaning and pulling at him, all fake and dramatic. But as he laps at me, I learn that it’s a more automatic response than I imagined, and there’s nothing fake about this. Your entire being wants your man down there pleasing you, and your subconscious pushes you to do anything you can to enjoy it to the fullest.
