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“Just trust me.” I grab one of my bags and rush into the bathroom. I’m not about to lose the opportunity to debut the best gift the girls got me at the bridal shower. It’s a perfect blend of looking great on me and making me feel unbelievably sexy, while being the exact aesthetic Chet is into.
I remove the dress and stockings and layers of shapewear it took to put it all on, and easily glide on the lingerie in its place. It’s a black and pink negligee that goes down my hips, a matching pair of lace panties, and sheer black thigh high stockings.
I throw my hair back and take a good look at myself in the mirror. Chet is such a lucky guy, I think before opening the bathroom door and presenting my little surprise for him.
Chet audibly groans at the sight. I shamelessly take the sound as encouragement to model the outfit for a moment, even doing a little spin. He’s practically begging me to come back by the time I’m satisfied.
I crawl back onto the bed and straddle his hips. His hands are back on me, grabbing at my ass and letting his fingers slip up and under the lace panties.
“What do you think?” I ask coyly.
“I think there isn’t a single angle where you don’t look incredible.”
Chet props himself up on his elbows and places his mouth on the top of my breasts which are practically spilling out of their cups. His tongue is so warm and slick. All I want is that tongue on my nipples, so I adjust my top to let them out. He doesn’t need any further direction as he takes one, then the other, into his mouth freely.
My fingers are busy trying to unbutton his shirt. It’s not an easy task with how much attention he’s giving me. Chet starts sucking a little harder and I can’t help the strangled little sounds that escape my throat.
Finally, he sits up all the way and removes his top before unfastening his pants. It takes a little bit of adjustment before soon enough I have him how I want him: completely bare and ready.
Chet paws at my hips and thighs, his erection standing at attention against my rear. I move my hips up and down to let my lace panties rub against him. “Gabriella,” he gasps. Chet tries to sit up again but I push him back down against the mattress. He did so much for me these past few months, I want to spoilhimfor a change. I reach my left hand behind myself and begin stroking his cock. Gently at first, just enough to make him whine.
I can tell he’s loving it by the way he’s smirking up at me. I keep stroking, adding a little moisture, and picking up my pace. His eyebrows knit together, teeth bared, he seems like he’s about to explode until he grabs my arm and makes me stop.
“Not yet,” Chet pants. “Not yet, Gabriella.”
I sit there in his lap and give him a moment to catch his breath, while basking in the glow of my skill.
“What next?” I ask innocently.
His smirk returns as he growls, “Your thighs around my head.”
I’m practically giddy as we again reposition ourselves until the head of his dick is in my mouth. I can taste that precum I worked so hard to coax out.
Chet moves my panties to the side and wastes no time diving in. He’s gotten amazingly good at knowing exactly how to touch me, and where. His fingers begin pumping into me and sparks fly in my stomach. It takes all of my willpower not to abandon my own task to simply languish in his.
But I’ve gotten good, too. I prove it by taking as much of his length into my mouth as possible. His hips start pushing up, begging me to go deeper. I try, and my effort is rewarded with a deep moan of pleasure rumbling in his chest.
I can feel myself getting close, so now it’s my turn to put a pause on the fun. Chet gives me the saddest puppy eyes as I hop off, but it’s only a moment before I’ve removed my panties completely and I’m back on. With an easy slide of my hips, Chet’s cock is fully inside of me. I bite my lower lip and bask in the feeling of complete fullness. It never gets old.
I don’t think it ever will.
We get a good rhythm started, his hands guiding my hips exactly how he wants it. I’m more than happy to oblige. Chet puts his arm around my waist to steady me as he pulls himself up to a sitting position. I can tell he wants more control, so I put my hands on his shoulders and let him take me.
Chet slams into me and I shiver as a crack of pleasure bursts inside. I cry out his name, I’m getting so close! He holds me with both arms while those strong thighs do all the work. Our mouths crash together.
“Chet,” I whine against his lips. “Chet, please, Ch-!” I gasp and pull my head back as my orgasm hits me like a tidal wave. Chet chases me, brings my mouth back to his and consumes my screams of pleasure. It’s one, two, three more thrusts before he’s right there with me.
He rests the side of his face against my chest. I sigh, satisfied, placing my own head against the top of his. We stay there like that for a moment to simply bask in the afterglow and catch our breaths.
We finally untangle and collapse on the mattress. Again, I think I could simply pass out right here and now. Chet reaches out and strokes my cheek with a finger. I look over at him and smile. “Satisfied, Mrs. Wilson?” he asks.
I feel like I’m glowing. Hearing that name from his lips is everything to me. We went through so much to make this work, to make this day happen. And in spite of everything, the cultural clashes, misunderstandings, and my insistence on the use of pastels, we’re here. And happy.
“Very much so.”
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CHET
