by Jamie Knight
I would have worn it, but we agreed that, considering the venue, it would be better if I didn’t, but I definitely felt its absence. The stunning set of handmade rings he had ordered from a jeweler in Wales would just have to suffice for now.
“Ready?” Maya asked, as the organ started.
“Absolutely.”
“Atta girl.”
We hugged for my last time as an unmarried woman, and headed out of the tent into the chill of the vineyard.
I wasn’t sure how much of the service Daddy would have understood, despite his best efforts to learn English. Thankfully, he had Maya there to translate. It might not have been the norm for a Maid of Honor to step off to the side once the main event had started, but Maya was never particularly known for being predictable.
And it certainly wasn’t the first tradition Hugo and I had broken.
It reminded me a bit of the circus. A huge white tent set up for the reception in the middle of the field. Only in that case it was full of family and friends as opposed to lions and elephants. Same difference, in some cases, though.
“You invited your staff?” I asked, recognizing many of the faces at one table in particular.
“And the distributor. I’ve gotten to know them really well over the years. They’re more like friends.”
I smiled, but kept the little giggle that threatened to bubble up to myself. It wasn’t the notion itself that tickled me. We knew better than anyone how close professional relationships could get, after all. It was just so like him to make friends with his employees and contractors, to the point of inviting them all to his wedding.
“Speaking of surprising guests - ”
“Oh. My. God.”
They had come in before their cue. I’d planned for a big reveal thing, like in a film. The best laid plans and all.
Hugo was speechless. His mother ran to him and enveloped him in a bear hug, smothering his cheeks in kisses, both of them crying.
“I don’t think he can breathe, my darling,” Mr. Boucher observed, smiling and fighting back a few tears of his own.
“Why won’t you come home?” Mrs. Boucher wailed.
“I didn’t think you would want to see me.”
“Of course we do, son.”
When the tears were dried and some difficult things said, the Bouchers joined us at the head table. Despite the slight language barrier, much of the conversation relayed from French to English between Hugo and I, to Spanish by me to my dad and then back again, our folks got along beautifully. No one mentioned the pregnancy to my dad, and Hugo’s parents were mostly just glad he was doing okay.
Things slowly wound down, and the guests stated to dissipate, going to their rooms in the house or their respective hotels, Hugo got increasingly affectionate. His hand finding its way up my dress and onto my inner thigh. Left bare by my lack of stockings. I wasn’t wearing shoes or underwear either. A fact well concealed by the structure of the wedding dress. Along with the baby I was carrying.
It was like sleight of hand. Hugo getting me out into the hall without anyone noticing us leave.
“Thank you,” he said.
“You’re welcome, honey.”
I was elevated. Lifted from the cool floor by the power of Hugo’s arms, my darling husband gracing me with a beautiful kiss.
Shifting my position into a more traditional bridal position, he carried me up the stairs to our bedroom to get our honeymoon started off right.
The veil went off first. Each of the clips slipped from their position, allowing my hair to cascade down to my shoulders. Hugo had me hold it out of the way as he slipped my collar back into place.
I sighed as it clicked. The relief making me feel weak as my sweet man properly reclaimed me. I had gotten more into the collaring than I ever thought I would.
One by one, the fasteners popped, the front of the dress slipping from my front, allowing some very welcome air on my sensitive tits, which had already gotten to nearly twice their usual cup size.
With gentle hands, Hugo peeled away the soft, ivory layers one by one, like patiently peeling an orange.
Finally, the last part came down, leaving me naked and quivering with anticipation, Hugo standing in front of me.
Taking my time, starting with his jacket, I got him out of his tux. His beautiful cock was already hard and waiting for me. It made my heart hurt to think how long he might have been in that condition. All I could do was relieve him as soon as possible.
It was a coordinated effort. Using my hands to stimulate the areas my mouth couldn’t reach, I worked his cock. Moving ever further down, up to and then past my gag reflex. There was only a bit of discomfort when I first got past. It got a lot easier after that. My lips caressing up the length of his cock until the tip of my nose brushed his pelvis.
I stayed a while. In recognition of the achievement, if nothing else. Hugo gently stroked my back.
Gathering my courage, I started to move again, delicately throat-fucking myself on his massive cock, drawing his tasty cum from his beautiful balls into my mouth. Hugo sighing in sweet relief as I swallowed it all down.
Working inch by inch, Hugo helped me ease his cock out of my throat without incident. “Your turn, I think,” he said, lightly cupping my pussy.
The mattress came up under me, Hugo gently spreading my legs.. Using his hands to hold me open, he kissed me all over. When I couldn’t handle any more teasing, he used his tongue, and then fingers, to coax me to quivering orgasm. My pussy squeezed him tight, never wanting to let go.
I barely noticed him move. Hugo getting into position, the head of his cock stroking against my sensitive pussy. The effects of all the hormones drenching my system, fully brought to bear. It made sex feel even better than ever.
He was going easy on me. Not that he was usually rough, unless I asked for it. Even so, Hugo was taking extra care, going in a little under half his full length. His gentle rocking rhythm brought me to the brink of orgasm within minutes.
Hugo kissed me as we came. Unleashing his beautiful cum deep inside me, I shook in sweet ecstasy. My husband sank into the mattress beside me and drew me into his arms, dropping a loving kiss on my forehead.
“Delphine Maya Boucher-Alejo,” I murmured when I’d caught my breath.
“Hmm?”
“Her name,” I said softly, rubbing my hand over my belly, then repeated it. “What do you think?”
“I think it’s perfect,” Hugo murmured, “I can’t wait to meet her.”
THE END
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“You’re wet for me, aren’t you?”
She nodded, the power of speech seeming to have escaped her, washed away on a tide of desire.
“What do you say we get your pants off?”
“Yes, Boss.”
I undid her belt and opened her jeans like I was unwrapping a Christmas present and wanted to save the paper for next year. She lifted her ass to help as I eased her pants and then her panties down to her ankles and then down over her shoes.
The sweet smell of her young, virgin pussy filled the recycled air. I just had to take a moment to admire its delicate beauty. Wetting two fingers, I reached down between her open legs and made first contact with her delicate lips, Ana jerking slightly and gasping as I did so.
She was obviously really sensitive and would need a very light touch. Keeping that in mind, I started to run light circles around the outside of her pussy, slow and gentle at first, then a bit faster, gauging her responses all the away along, my young lover going from soft hums to moans and gasps.
When I had gotten her sufficiently warmed up, I wetted my fingers more and then slid one inside her, getting about halfway in until her beautiful young pussy was just too tight to go any further. Staying where I was, I started to lightly move, lovingly caressing her sweet little clit while working her pussy, savoring each and every moan and gasp that came out of her.
“Good girl,” I told her. “Let your boss warm you up for our trip and help you relax.”
I could tell she was getting close to orgasm. Her whole body started to tremble, and her pussy got ever tighter around my finger, squeezing like a firm handshake. I slowed down my pace and stopped, letting her cum in her own time, the orgasm rising like a tide until she was absolutely vibrating with pure bliss, biting her bottom lip to keep from crying out.
She came hard, her ass lifting from the seat with the intensity of it all. I coaxed her back down into the seat, able to feel the buzz still going through her, almost making it feel like she was softly vibrating. I held her and kissed her as she came down from her orgasmic high, Ana returning some kisses until we were making out, my hand still lightly covering her pussy.
Kissing my way down her neck, I progressed my way down her body, taking off her shirt and bra as I went, spending some quality time with her beautiful tits. Then it was on down her tummy and over her pelvis until I was at her sweet pussy.
“Yes,” I whispered. “This is what we’ve both wanted for so long, isn’t it?”
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My boss and I are alone together on New Year's Eve.
This was supposed to be a company trip.
A way to thank us for a year of hard work.
But due to the pandemic, it's just Tucker and me.
And I start to hope he planned it like this all along.
I've been crushing on him since I started at the firm.
He's rich, hot and much more experienced than me.
And I'm thrilled when he wants a holiday hook-up.
But then headquarters gets suspicious.
He says I'm worth any risk or consequence.
But he's such a smooth talker, I don't know what's real.
And there's a lot on the line for both of us.
As the countdown to the New Year starts,
we toast and kiss and I can't help but wonder:
Is this just a fun way to send out the old year?
Or is it a new start to a lifetime of love?
Under the Countdown is a holiday forbidden office romance with no cheating, no cliffhanger and a very happily ever after. It is part of the Love Under Lockdown series, which are standalone books about falling in love during quarantine. They can be read alone, and in any order, but are best enjoyed altogether, especially if you want to extend your steamy escape from the real world just a little longer!
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Books in the Love Under Lockdown Series
1): Under Lock & Key
2): Under Lockdown
3): Under Strict Orders
4): Stuck Together
5): Under His Roof
6): Under the Hawaiian Sun
7): Under Wraps
8): Under His Care
9): Under the Sheets
10): Dating During Lockdown
11): Under His Protection
12): Locked Down with Mr. Right
13): Under His Watchful Eye
14): Below Deck
15): Under the Rancher’s Firm Hand
16): Under His Suit
17): Who Wants to Lock Down a Billionaire?
18): Under His Discipline
19): Under the Want Ads
20): Cramped Quarters
21): Lock Step
22): Under His Ownership
23): Under the Mistletoe
24): Under the Countdown
25): Under Cupid’s Contract
I am always adding new books to the series so this list may be incomplete.
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