The Wedding Night Before Christmas

by Kati Wilde

  And my cock, Christ—it’s about to burst. Barely holding on, I tell her through clenched teeth, “You reach down and keep my dick nice and snug against your pussy, baby. I want to pump through those beautiful cunt lips and rub up all over your hot little clit.”

  “That sounds so—” she begins breathlessly but the moment her fingers close over my cock, I can’t hold back any longer. With my right forearm locked around her middle and my left hand reaching beneath her sweater for a handful of her soft breast, I haul her straight up into the air before following with a rough jerk of my hips. My shaft tunnels between her sweet pussy and her slick grip, which tightens convulsively around me as I thrust again and again, each time harder and faster than the last. Her tit bounces in my hand, her taut nipple pinched between my fingers. Her ponytail swings like a pendulum before her head lolls back against my shoulder, where she turns her face until her mouth opens against my neck. The hot whisper of her breath is followed by the press of her lips and the swipe of her tongue. Then she’s sucking hard on the skin of my throat, moaning brazenly with each thrust, and her unadulterated ecstasy is even more incredible than the feel of her hand or her cunt or anything I’ve ever known.

  Fuck. I need that mouth on mine. Adjusting her upper body to the side, I angle my head to cover her lips in a ravenous kiss. I lick deep into her sweetness and her heat, until she catches my tongue and begins sucking and moaning again.

  That’s the death of me. Her lush mouth and her unabashed pleasure kill me dead, and an orgasm comes along to bury the remains. I meant to watch my cum splash all over her bare cunt but I can’t tear my lips from hers as rapture shoots up the length of my cock in hot spurts. My body jerks and heaves while the ecstasy of her kiss and her moans keep me pumping against her until there’s not a drop left.

  Her soft, needy whimper when I stop thrusting nearly kills me all over again. Breaking the kiss, I drag in a gusting breath. In my arms, Audrey whimpers once more, rocking her hips, stroking my spent cock—massaging the tip over her clitoris before letting me go and using her fingers, instead.

  “Shh, baby,” I tell her, getting my hand down there, too, where my cum and her juices have made a slick, sexy mess. “Are you hurting?”

  “It aches inside.” Frantically she rubs her clit. “It aches so deep.”

  Because my cock worked her up good but she didn’t come again. I drag her hand away and curl my thick middle finger into her tight channel while my thumb circles her swollen clit. Her inner muscles constrict around me and she cries out, her thighs flexing, the rock of her hips pushing my finger deeper.

  “Your pussy’s hungry for more, baby.” And just begging to be filled up with my cock. My voice raw with need, I ask her, “You ready to go upstairs?”

  “Yes.” Her breath comes in sobbing little gasps. “Now.”

  I only slow down to help her step into her skirt and tug up the zipper before taking her into my arms again. Grabbing her ass in both hands, I haul her up against my chest, then get her long legs wrapped around my waist and her arms wreathed around my shoulders. Instantly she begins riding me, grinding her bare pussy against the ridged muscles of my abdomen, chasing the need burning inside her as I head for the garage door. Outside, my sweat-slicked skin steams in the frigid winter air but I barely feel the cold. I carry her up the stairs, kissing her all the way.

  Her arms tighten around my shoulders as we pass through my front door. Aside from the one moment when she stiffened up in the garage, she hasn’t shown any fear of what’s to come. Trusting me to take care of her.

  I won’t ever betray that sweet trust. She’s so damn precious. And knowing that she’s giving herself to me here makes my small apartment feel like a palace as I stride through it, a king carrying his heart in his arms. Taking Audrey to my bed for the first time is something I’ve pictured a thousand damn times, though I always imagined that first time would be our wedding night. This won’t have the same end because I’m not fucking her—I probably can’t even stay hard if she’s hurting—yet everything leading up to it is the same.

  Except now I know that I love her. And maybe I always did. Because even when I was imagining our wedding night, stroking my cock to the vision of her, my heart felt so damn full. I just didn’t know what I was feeling.

  I do now.

  As I drag her sweater over her head and worship her rosy nipples until she’s restlessly begging for more, I love her. As I adore every inch of creamy skin with my lips and tongue, I love her. As her hands coast down my chest, as she unfastens my jeans and her mouth brings me to aching hardness again, I love her. As I lie down at her side, languorously kissing while my fingers slowly pump inside her, while my thumb strokes her clitoris until she’s panting and writhing, I love her.

  I love her, and so the hardest thing I’ve ever done is softly asking, “You still want me to open you up?”

  She nods jerkily, whispering, “Yes.” Yet the panic she mentioned visibly takes her in its grip, making her tense and shake all over.

  My heart aching, I slowly kiss my way down her stomach, feeling her relax again. A long, lingering taste of her cunt pushes her toward another orgasm. As she hovers on the edge, my thumb stroking her clit, I fit the head of my cock to her untried entrance and press inward.

  And don’t get anywhere. Her pussy’s slick and hot, but the second I got up between her thighs she went rigid. Her legs snapped closed around my waist and she clapped her hands over her face as if to prevent me from seeing her reaction—or simply hiding in the only way she can. But her entire body is telling me how scared she is. Her breasts rise and fall on rapid, wheezing pants.

  “Audrey, baby—”

  “I’m okay, it’s okay, do it,” she says all in one panicked breath. “Doitdoitdoit.”

  Shit. I continue strumming her clit, feeling my own arousal fade. A part of me thinks that I need to shove in, like ripping off a bandage, but her body won’t let me and she’s so delicate that forcing my cock in would only hurt her more. She’s too tense, her flesh resisting, so I slowly increase the pressure until her softness abruptly yields.

  Audrey muffles a scream behind her hands.

  Instantly I freeze, dread clutching my heart. “Baby?”

  She’s utterly still and silent now, not even her chest moving.

  “Audrey? Breathe, baby. And tell me you’re okay.”

  Her fingers spread and she peeks through them, surprise and confusion shining from her eyes. “It didn’t hurt.”

  Bullshit. “You screamed.”

  “Because I was so sure it would hurt. So I panicked when I felt it going in. But instead it’s…” Her hands fall away from her face and she rises up onto her elbows, looking down between us, where the head of my cock is buried inside her. “Really tight. But…it feels good. I like it.”

  Thank fuck. A huge breath bellows from my lungs and all the blood in my body rushes from my pounding heart to begin pounding at the base of my erection. Her pussy’s strangling the thick tip, making her tight and good into huge fucking understatements.

  In a tiny voice she asks, “Am I bleeding?”

  The question clears my head. Gently I pull back, then slick my thumb from her clit down to her opening, covertly wiping away the faint red smear from the tip of my cock.

  “No, baby.” A little blood, but not still bleeding, so it doesn’t feel like a lie.

  Her smile is blinding and beautiful as she falls back onto her shoulders, her hands cupping her breasts, fingers teasing her erect nipples. Her tongue slides across her pouty bottom lip, her icy eyes alight. “So…is that all I get until our wedding night?”

  I laugh and groan, because she has to know there’s no damn way that’s all she’ll get from me. Sitting back, I grip her waist and pull her ass up into my lap, her legs splayed over my hips and her shoulders still on the mattress. She’s completely open to me this way—but more importantly, I can easily control how deep I go. Because I’m not going any deeper than I already did. Not tonight.<
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  And that’s what I’ll keep telling myself.

  A little shudder races through her when my thumb returns to her clit, then another when I glide the tip of my erection up and down her wet slit. Arousal roughens my voice as I tell her, “I’m gonna make you come again.”

  She squirms on my lap, as if seeking my cock. “But I want you inside me.”

  “I will be.” I’m near shaking with the need to feel her squeezing my dick as she comes. Even if it’s only an inch. “Your pussy opening is so damn tight. So I’m just going to fuck in and out of your little hole, get it used to taking me in. Because after we’re married, I’ll be fucking into you real often.”

  “I can’t wait,” she pants, her back arching. “I can’t wait.”

  I don’t know if she can’t wait for me to get inside her again or until we’re married, but my answer’s the same either way. “I can’t wait either, baby.”

  A ragged moan tears from her throat as I press into her again, watching her delicate entrance stretching to accept the broad crown of my cock. As soon as I’m in, her slick inner walls cling and pull at me, as if trying to draw me deeper. With a tormented groan, I back out, because leaving that sweet heaven is torture but it’s so fucking good, too. Her little pussy cinches around me no matter how deep I am, and feeling that erotic grip all over the head of my cock has me gritting my teeth against the need to bury my full length inside her.

  “I like this, Caleb.” Fingers tugging at her nipples, she moans again through another shallow thrust, biting her lip—then wildly shaking her head. “But it’s no good.”

  “No good?” I rasp out in disbelief. Her pussy’s trying to suck me in, her sweet honey dripping down the length of my dick. “This is no good?”

  It’s fucking amazing.

  “You have to go deeper,” she pants. “Because the tip isn’t as fat as the rest. If you really want my pussy to get used to taking you in, you have to open me up with the thickest part.”

  God help me. I breach her entrance again and can’t help but see how right she is, how I’m not fully breaking her in. Because when I really get into her, my heavy shaft will stretch her out more than the crown will.

  Her bright gaze is steady on my face. “You promised to open up my tight virgin cunt with your big cock. But you only popped my sweet little cherry. You’ve got to go deeper to open me up all the way.”

  Fucking hell. She’s figured out how hearing her say dirty shit gets to me, even if she’s just throwing my own words back. Blood pounds through my swollen erection, the pulse throbbing at the sensitive tip where her pussy’s got me in a chokehold. “You devious little witch.”

  She laughs breathlessly. “Guilty.”

  “And so goddamn clever. All right, baby.” My voice deepens. “I’ll give you a little more.”

  Because I’m going to open up her pussy real good. Leaning forward, I brace my fist beside her shoulder and she gasps as the movement shoves half of my engorged length into her narrow channel, giving her five thick inches. With my right hand, I get a solid grip on her hip, making sure she can’t squirm and buck and take more than I want her to have.

  “Like this, baby?”

  Her icy eyes are glazed over with pleasure, her nod an erratic jerk of her chin. “I like this, Caleb. So much.”

  But she’s not coming yet, so she doesn’t like it enough. Teeth gritted, I withdraw before pumping back in and stopping at the same depth as before, watching ecstasy overtake her expression, her eyelids falling to half mast and her mouth parting on another gasp.

  “It’s good.” She gives a soft cry as I fuck into her again, and her hand comes up to her mouth as if to silence herself before she reaches up and touches my lips, instead. “It’s so good.”

  So goddamn good. I suck her fingers into my mouth, and her entire body arches up, her inner walls twitching around my cock like she’s got an electric wire running from her fingers to her cunt. Her pale gaze is locked on mine, and I remember the first time I imagined fucking her. How I believed she’d be still and silent, and thought I’d have to hammer into her just to crack the ice, to make her pussy melt around me.

  But she’s not ice. She’s a living flame beneath me, hot and bright and so damn beautiful.

  She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

  “Oh my god. Caleb.” Writhing against my grip, she makes a little sobbing noise in the back of her throat. “It’s so deep. I’m so full.”

  With a laughing groan, I drive into her again. “It’s going to feel a lot fuller and deeper when you marry me.”

  Almost dazedly, as if confused by my meaning, she lifts her head. Her eyes widen when she sees how much of my cock she hasn’t taken.

  “All the way.” It’s a breathless command. Her fingers slide up to fist in my hair. “Inside me all the way.”

  Not yet, goddammit. I’m supposed to be opening her up. Teeth clenched, I fuck into her on hard, shallow strokes until there’s nothing left of her demand, just soft ragged cries and her cunt cinching tighter and tighter. Almost ready to come. Fuck, I’m barely holding on myself, pressure boiling at the root of my cock. Grunting with every short thrust, I wait until her thighs begin to tremble uncontrollably before giving her what she wants. What I need.

  And Christ Almighty, there is nothing in the universe as close to heaven as her pussy. The world dims around me as I give her the full length of my cock, until the only light is Audrey, clinging to me with her fists clenched in my hair, her body arched upward in a tight bow, her eyes glazed and unseeing.

  So close but still not there. I wedge my hand between us, and the first brush of my fingertips over her clit makes her shudder and exhale a soft, sobbing breath. I’m balls-deep inside her, my body motionless except for my fingers teasing that sensitive bundle of nerves.

  “You feel so damn good, baby,” I growl against her mouth. “Like your cunt was made to take my cock. Like it was made for me to fuck and fill with cum.”

  “Oh god. Please.”

  I know she’s begging for me to start thrusting but I shake my head, kissing her again. “I’m not fucking you now. I’m just opening up every fuckable inch of this virgin pussy.”

  Her inner walls clench around me and she cries out, her feet rubbing up and down the back of my thighs as she desperately tries to find some leverage. “But I need it.”

  So do I. “You want this big cock pumping into you, making you feel good? That’s what you’ll get every day, after you marry me.”

  “Please.”

  Harder, faster, I rub her slippery clit. “You like me this deep?”

  “Yes.” She squirms beneath me on another sobbing breath. “I love it.”

  Love. The word flares through me like a wildfire, setting my soul ablaze.

  “Say that again,” I demand hoarsely.

  “I love it, I love it, I love it.”

  Her steady chant fills my heart to bursting. It’s not the only love I need from her. But it’s a damn good start.

  I steal another kiss from her lips, then a longer taste as I begin to grind my hips in a tight circle between her trembling thighs, my cock screwing deep within the luscious grip of her body. Her fingernails dig into my shoulders and her strangled cry is muffled by our kiss, but she doesn’t break away, her hot tongue slicking over mine as her inner walls begin contracting around my thick length.

  It’s fucking exquisite. And sheer torture. A harsh groan ripping from my chest, I struggle against the intense rising pressure of my own release as her pussy milks every inch of my cock. Then I grind harder, because I can’t stop. I need more time inside her, need to savor every moment that she’s climaxing around me.

  One more second is all I get before the orgasm snaps through my spine like a whip. I grunt, my head jerking back and my hips jolting forward as if to drive my erection even deeper into her, but there’s no deeper. Hot pulses of semen spill into her clenching depths as I come so hard that spots dance around the edges of my vision, and there�
�s only Audrey at the center of it all. At the center of everything. My heart, my soul, my life.

  I empty myself into her, all that I have, and I come for what feels like years.

  It must be at least next Christmas before I stop. Completely spent, I barely keep myself from collapsing over her and crushing her slender body beneath my heavy bulk. It requires all the strength I have left to roll onto my back and bring her with me, until she’s lying atop my heaving chest with my dick still buried inside her quivering cunt. Lifting my head, I meet her lips in a kiss that’s all jagged breaths and slick heat, then slowly pull her up higher until her legs are straddling my waist and her mouth is directly over mine. She moans softly as my softening cock slips out of her, and I groan at the wickedly dirty sensation of our combined release dripping from her pussy onto my stomach.

  Her mouth curves against mine and, with a slow and deliberate rock of her hips, smears a little more all over my abdomen. So filthy and hot and unexpected—but I should expect it by now. She always pays attention to what I like, in bed and out of it.

  She’s so fucking perfect. So incredible. And not a virgin anymore. I catch her face in my hands, looking up at her with my heart damn near beating through my chest.

  “All good?” I ask gruffly.

  She nods, then hesitates for a moment before venturing, “And you?”

  The uncertainty in that question spins my head around. “Real damn good, baby,” I reassure her, then pause as the sound of pounding bass and a few shouts of laughter come faintly through the bedroom wall. “Did you want to go back to the party or…?”

  She shakes her head. “I’m tired after coming so many times. Can I nap here?”

  I grin, not a bit surprised by that answer. Orgasms often wipe her out. “Yeah, you can.”

  “Okay.” She lays her head on my shoulder, as if settling in, before popping back up again. “Are you staying with me or going back to the party?”