by Lila Younger
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We’ve booked a weekend away at one of the bed and breakfasts on the coast. The real honeymoon was never supposed to happen, but now I want to plan something. Tomorrow, I think. Tonight I’m going to be busy with Grace.
Checkin is a breeze, and we receive a complimentary bottle of champagne with the room. It faces the ocean, spectacular views that we hardly look at as we tumble through the doors. I unzip the dress immediately, because as good as she looks with it on, she looks even better without. She’s wearing a gorgeous white lace bra, completely sheer, her rosy red nipples pointing straight towards me. She’s in a garter belt and lace white stockings, and she wraps her legs around me as we kiss. I take her over to the bed as she undoes my jacket, my shirt, and I spread her out for me on the bed as I take off my pants and boxers too. Then I climb on top of her and kiss her deeply.
“You look so innocent and sweet like this,” I say, my voice tinged with desire. “It was worth the agony of waiting.”
Grace’s hands run over my back as I kiss her neck. She tilts it automatically, opening more of her to me as I lick a trail down. With one hand I unhook the bra she’s wearing, releasing her breasts. They’re perfect handfuls, and they’re everything I’ve dreamed off.
“I’m going to enjoy memorizing every inch of you,” I murmur as I swirl my tongue over one stiff nipple.
“Good,” she says. “Because you’re the only one who ever will.”
My cock stiffens even more when she says that. I drag the weeping tip down over her pussy, nestling it against her wet panties as I dip my head down over her breasts. Grace moans softly, arching her back so I can suck more of her into my mouth. Then I switch to the other nipple, stiff and begging to be licked. Her breasts are full and creamy, absolutely perfect. My tongue traces lazy circles around her nipple, drawing more moans from her sweet mouth. She holds onto my shoulders as I work back and forth, teasing her nipples until they’re sensitive to the lightest touch. Grace is a screamer, and her voice rises as I work her breasts, my fingers pinching and squeezing to send those delicious bolts of pleasure down to her pussy. I can feel it swell against my cock, spurts of nectar soaking through her panties.
I continue licking slowly down her body, kissing around her bellybutton until I reach her cunt. Its fragrance is heady and inviting, and I slowly peel off the wet, translucent panties to reveal her center. I feel like my cock’s going to explode, I’m so turned on, but I wait, because I want her first time to be all about her. She instinctively tightens her legs, but I open her up, expose her to me at last.
“I’ve been dying to see your beautiful pussy Grace. Don’t be shy.”
She’s soft and smooth, and as she blushes, her pussy turns pink and rosy. She’s glistening and slick, her folds so swollen I can barely make out her entrance. I kiss her center, and she whimpers. She’s so fucking wet, and I lick up all her sweet juices, needing to taste her more and more. Her little clit protrudes at the top, heavy with arousal, and I gently suck it into my mouth, making her body jump. Grace’s hands run through my hair as I use a hand to push her open, my tongue thrusting inside. Her pussy walls contract, hot and tight as I lick her hole again and again. I push her legs further apart, opening her up to me. Her perfect folds drip with her nectar, and I can’t keep up as it splatters on the bed. I’m fucking her with my tongue, fast and hard as she quivers beneath me. She cries my name over and over, hovering on the edge until I use my hand to massage her clit, detonating her climax inside of her. I hold her as her hips buck up to my mouth, gush after gush of her cream running straight into my mouth. I eat every drop as she comes for me, wave after wave that lasts almost a minute, the aftershocks rippling through her as I hold her tightly in my arms.
I lift my head, and Grace’s head is drifting to the side. She flutters her eyelids lazily.
“That was amazing,” she murmurs as I kiss her, letting her taste her own cream.
“It’s about to get even better,” I tell her.
My cock is painfully hard now, after witnessing Grace come for me. I rub my cock up against her sated pussy, the hard shaft unable to push past her virgin cunt. I have to use my hand to guide my cock, the hard shaft finally piercing through her folds. Her walls tighten against the fat head of my cock, and I grit my teeth. I need to last inside of her, but I’ve never had this level of pleasure. Grace is so petite that her pussy is small too, and I have to rock slowly to gain even an inch inside of her. And then I bump up against her virginity. I pause.
“Grace, I want you to know that I love you,” I say as I hover above her. “I meant it at our wedding, and I mean it now.”
“I know,” she says with a soft smile. “Why do you think I’m letting you do this? I love you too Eli, more than anything.”
My lips find hers again, and I push inside that sweet, virgin pussy of her’s one last time, sinking fully into her. I can feel her gasp with pain, the walls flexing against my hard shaft. Jesus, she feels so good all around me. I’m in all the way, my cockhead practically bumping against her cervix. I ball my hands into fists to try to keep from coming too soon.
“Breathe,” I whisper softly.
The tension slowly ebbs from her body, and I pull back a little before burying myself into her again. She’s stretched all around me, hot velvet as I begin to thrust. Her cunt is almost painfully tight, but I don’t care, needing the pleasure of my cock rubbing against her. I lift up her legs, wrap them high around my waist. I know I should give her more time to adjust to my size, but I need to move, and her soft moans tell me she’s wanting more too. In and out, in and out, driving more of myself into her. My mouth captures her nipple, sucks hard as our bodies connect and move apart.
“I’m your first and last Grace,” I tell her as I thrust harder.
“And I’m your only,” she replies breathlessly.
I’m all her pussy will ever know because she’s all mine. That primal possessiveness drives me to push further, to rut harder into her pussy. Tension builds in my midsection, my whole body becoming rigid as my balls squeeze. Grace screams my name, and we come together, my seed spilling into her pussy in hot lashes. I go blind with pleasure, my cock twitching as I empty myself into Grace. Her pussy convulses around me, pulling me in, and in that moment we’re bound tightly together in a way that can never be broken apart.
Epilogue
Grace
3 months later…
I stir the pot of hot and sour soup, inhaling the rich aromatic scent. After testing out a handful of pasta and meat dishes, I’ve started dipping my toes into more delicious foods, like Chinese and Thai. I’ve kept my promise to Eli, almost completely eliminating takeout, but it does leave me with serious cravings. So I started to scour the internet for recipes. It’s been daunting (why does Asian food have a million ingredients?!) but well worth the effort.
My marriage has been so amazing, I think as I crack the eggs for the last part of the recipe and put them in the fridge so that they can be added at the last second. After my first time together with the man I love, we’ve been going almost every day. Some call it a honeymoon phase, but the need I have to connect with Eli is so strong. It’s not just sex for us, there’s an emotional part too. When we’re together, it’s like renewing our vows. Is it the kind of fairytale ending I’ve always thought I’d get? Definitely not. Is it better? Absolutely. We haven’t told anyone the truth, more because I don’t think they would believe us anyways. After all, who hires someone to act as their fiancé?
And speaking of acting, I’ve been rather busy these days keeping up with it. Dana, the ad agency creative who I auditioned for called me up a month back to book a commercial, and I accepted. It was for some kind of organic juice, so I guess the wholesome thing worked really well in my favor? Since then I’ve been getting a small stream of work, enough to make me put my college plans on hold and see what happens. I use my maiden name for my work too, so I think I can say that it’s my skill that’s getting me the callbacks, and no
t my last name.
Something that I didn’t realize was how it would feel to be married. I expected there to be lots of happy moments, and there are lots of those, but the in between ones are even better. I feel safe and secure with Eli, and knowing that he feels the same way means everything to me too. Maybe his grandfather was onto something after all when he told Eli he had to get married.
The old man has outlived the doctor’s expectations, and they’ve cautiously extended the timeline another few months. I’ve taken that chance to try and push for some reconciliation between Eli and his last remaining relative. So far, it seems to be going well, although I know there are many complex emotions to unpack after so many years. And I don’t blame Eli for what’s happened either. After all, he was just a kid who wanted to be loved.
I set the lid back on the pot and turn it down to a low simmer to wait for my husband’s return. I don’t have to wait for long though. These days Eli leaves the office at five-thirty sharp. I feel guilty for taking him away, but he assures me that there is no end to the work, and he wants to come home now. As if on cue, the elevator doors open, and he steps into the penthouse. I walk over to greet him, kissing him deeply. His arm winds around me, and then he looks at me in surprise.
“You’re not wearing anything,” he says.
“Nope, just the apron,” I say in my most sultry voice. “I know you’ve been wanting me to do that for you.”
His hand travels down, squeezes my ass as our bodies connect. His cock is straining his pants, and I tug on his tie, bringing him over to the kitchen.
“Dinner-”
“Can wait,” I tell him. “Unless you really want to eat first.”
“No,” he growls, and we’re kissing furiously, my hands unbuttoning his pants as he pushes up the frilly apron I’m wearing.
His hands are all over me, touching everything that screams to be touched. I finally work off his pants, his boxers, and my hands grip his thick cock. Even now, after so many times, I still wonder how I’m able to fit him into me. My fingers barely fit around him, and I rub him a few times as I lick the head of his cock, the salty tang of his cum coating my tongue. Eli groans through gritted teeth, and I take the whole head in, licking the sensitive underside as I continue to work him over with my hand. I can smell him, a masculine musky scent that makes my pussy wet instantly.
Relaxing my jaw, I begin to take in more of him, sucking along his shaft until I can feel him hit the back of my throat. His fingers tighten in my hair as I bob my head up and down, taking as much as I can as he begins to move his hips, pushing his cock deep into my mouth over and over. I moan softly, knowing that it’s Eli’s favorite move. I move faster, ready to take all of his seed, when he stops me abruptly.
He lifts me up, spins me around so that my elbows are on the dining room table. He yanks my hips back towards him, my ass in the air, and then he’s running his slippery shaft against my pussy, dragging it against my clit and making me moan his name. He slips between my legs, pressing that wide head against my pussy, and then he enters me in one go, until he’s completely inside.
“Fuck me Eli,” I beg.
He gives my ass a slap, and starts, sliding in and out of me agonizingly slow, making me feel every inch that I’m taking inside of me. I’m being stretched open by his cock only, and pain laces with pleasure as he thrusts into me. It’s so good, so perfect that I can’t help but cry out. Good thing we don’t have neighbors.
Eli begins to move faster now, wet sounds coming between his cock and my pussy as we crash together. My nails dig into the wood of the table, I’m pushing back onto him with desperate need. He leans over me, his breath hot, biting down on my shoulder as he moves. If I look down, I can see him entering me, that long thick cock disappearing inside. Eli plunges into my pussy faster and faster, hips snapping as my orgasm begins to build up inside of me. He pushes me back down onto the table, and the angle is perfect, hitting that one spot that makes me melt with pleasure. I cry out, and then I come, losing myself to the delicious sensations as he thrusts in one last time and releases inside of me.
For a few seconds neither of us move, and then I collapse onto the table, exhausted and spent. His cream trickles out of me, sliding down my thigh.
“You know, today’s our three month anniversary,” I say to Eli as I catch my breath.
“Is it?”
“Yeah. Technically we’re supposed to be getting divorced right this minute.”
I slide off the table and crawl into his lap. Eli’s already starting to get hard again, and I grind my swollen pussy against him, cum dripping down his shaft and onto his balls. He grabs my waist, angles me so that I can sink down around him in one go. I breathe in sharply, still unused after all this time to how big he can be.
“We do have an extension clause on that contract,” he murmurs, kissing my neck as I roll my hips, just enjoying the feeling of him inside me, making me whole.
“That’s true,” I pant. “We do have the option of continuing.”
“Good,” he says. “Because as far as I’m concerned, I want this to last forever.”
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Ava
“You should wear this one,” my best friend Macy says, holding up a pink top covered in sequins.
It’s two o’clock on a Saturday afternoon, and instead of being outside, enjoying the sunshine, I’m at a dinky mall with my best friend Macy. Not exactly how I would enjoy the afternoon, but I haven’t seen Macy in forever. She’s on her spring break, and for once she isn’t jetting off to Cancun. I have a feeling it has something to do with her new relationship. It hasn’t gone past six months yet, but it’s getting close, which would be a miracle for Macy.
She puts the top up to my chest and squints at it.
“Ken won’t be able to miss you in this.”
I wrinkle my nose, both because the top is way too loud for my taste, and because of the mention of Ken. No thank you. I don’t need a football player with no neck and no conversational skills. Correction, an ex-football player, since technically we’ve already graduated high school and Ken no longer plays football. That doesn’t stop girls from swooning over the guy anyways, but he’s not my type at all.
Plus I’ve given my heart to someone else already, even if they’ll never know it, I add silently to myself.
“That’s not my style and you know it,” I say as I take the top and shove it back into the rack. “Come on. We’re not going to find what we want here.”
“You don’t know that,” she says, fingering a second top. “This is nice.”
I give an exasperated sigh. It’s a gauzy chiffon with zebra print. Is she shopping for me or for herself? That’s the thing with Macy. She’s got a good heart, but she is just the teensiest bit self-absorbed. But hey, maybe that’s not a bad thing. It’s not like I wanted to shop for clothes to begin with.
“Macy, why don’t you try it on? I bet it would look good on you,” I say encouragingly. “Here, I’ll help you find a size.”
She gives me the side eye.
“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing,” she says, hands on her hips. “You’re trying to distract me. It won’t work today. We’re here for you, and that’s that. I mean, when was the last time you’d gone out anyways? On grad night? Before that? This is Nikki’s birthday. You can’t not go out for that.”
Nikki is my other friend. We’ve been nicknamed the Triplets by our teachers since we found each other in the fifth grade. We’re all brunettes, with the same bottle green eyes and ski slope nose. Of cours
e, the resemblances end there. I’m quieter, a bookworm who has no problem staying out of the spotlight. Macy is the one who happily takes all the attention. And Nik is somewhere in the middle. Maybe that’s why we’ve gotten along together so well. We’re symbiotic. Point is, Macy is right. Even though the three of us were going to celebrate on the actual day of Nikki’s birthday, it would be ridiculous to skip the weekend celebrations of my best friend.
“Okay,” I say at last. “I’ll come to the bonfire at least.”
“Good,” Macy says with a smile. “That’s more like the old Ava I know. Now come on. We have to hurry if we’re going to find Nik’s gift and get back in time.”
We head out of Penney’s and down the broad walkway of the mall. It’s not a very big mall, but it’s the best we’ve got if we don’t want to drive almost two hours to a major city. That’s the crappy thing about living in a small town. There’s nothing there except for a Wal-Mart. So when we want to buy things like gifts, we have to drive to the next town over. And even this isn’t that great. Half the lots are empty or the stores look like they’re about to close. If I went to college with Macy in Boston or Nikki in Providence I would have an endless choice of clothes probably. But I’m not ready for college. I want to help my parents out with their B and B first, or maybe forever. Is it really that bad to want to do that? They seem to think so.
We wander along until we get to the Victoria Secret/Pink store. Nikki loves the hoodies and leggings here, so we head inside and buy her a cute pink and black set from the both of us.
Once that’s done, I give a sigh of relief. Now we can start heading home. Maybe I’ll be able to finish up painting the room, and then there are the chairs mom talked about reupholstering last week and-
“Hey, where do you think you’re going?” Macy says, yanking on my arm.
“I thought we’re done.” I hold up the pink paper bag. “What else is there to do?”