She crawled back over to me, and I took her in my arms.
“Let’s slow down,” I said. “Let’s do this right.”
We recoupled, and I kissed her again. She lay under me stroking my chest as I fondled her, feeling her firm little breasts under the lace. I scratched gently at her nipples over the fabric, and soon they were poking out at my fingers. She moaned a little through her nose, kissing me harder.
I kept losing my grip on what I was doing, thinking over and over again that this was Kate in my arms, finally giving herself to me. I was finally possessing the woman I had wanted for so long.
She reached for my pants, undoing my belt and zipper, pushing them down over my butt. Soon was I down to just my boxers. I rolled on my back, pulling her on top of me. She straddled my waist and sat back, hands on my shoulders. I stroked her stockinged thighs, looking up at her in her bridal lingerie. Lingerie she had donned for someone else, someone who wasn’t going to get to enjoy it now.
She reached behind her back and began undoing the hooks on the corset. I freed the garter straps from her stockings as she did, and in a moment or two, she was seated on my waist wearing only her panties.
She bent down to kiss me, and I cupped her breasts in my hands, feeling the hard little nipples against my palms. I stroked her gently, and she began moving herself against my erection, rubbing herself against me. I stopped playing with her breasts and reached down to stroke her behind.
She stretched out her legs on top of me, and I rolled her over again. I sat up to remove her stockings, kissing my way down her leg as I took each one off. As I kissed up her right thigh, she reached for me, pulling me up to kiss her again. And like that we lay against each other for a few minutes, kissing and gently caressing.
I withdrew a bit and looked down at her, stroking her cheek.
“Are you sure about this?”
She nodded.
“Tom, if there’s anyone who deserves my virginity, it’s you. God knows Preston doesn’t. I’m sure.”
“What are you going to tell him tomorrow?”
“I’ll just say we did it somehow. If he wakes up naked with me, he’ll just figure he blacked out on it.”
I resumed kissing her, and I reached down slowly for her panties. As I hooked a finger into the waistband, she rolled over a bit to help me get them off. I slid them down her thighs, and at last she was naked in my arms. She pushed my boxers over my butt, and I kicked them to the floor. Then she pushed me on my back and sat up a little. She reached for my erection and took it gently in her hand.
She smiled, stroking me lightly.
“There he is again.”
I closed my eyes.
“What made you do that for me, that one morning?”
She saddened a bit as she thought back through the years.
“I don’t know. I just woke up in your arms, and it felt so nice to be next to you. When I realized what was poking me in the leg, I just . . .” She paused for a moment. “I had never touched one before. And once I did, I just wanted to make you feel good. I knew how much you wanted me. I wasn’t stupid. I thought it might help, but I realized afterward that I had just made things worse. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. I enjoyed it.”
She lay down across my chest, hugging me.
“Why did you put up with me for so long?”
“Because I love you.”
She hugged me more tightly, and then she was rolling on her back, pulling me with her. I reached down between her legs, exploring very softly, finding her wet. She twitched when I touched her the first time, letting out a little squeak.
I played with her gently for a few moments, then crawled above her. I kissed my way down her chest, stopping to worship at her breasts. I suckled them softly until I had both nipples standing at attention.
I began to move further down, but she stopped me as she realized where I was going. I looked up, seeing a nervous expression on her face.
“Not . . . not the first time. Afterward . . . okay?”
“Okay,” I said. “Afterward.”
I kissed my way back up until I was at her face again.
“I just realized that don’t have any condoms.”
“You don’t need one. I trust you.” She smiled. “And I’m pure as the driven snow.”
“I didn’t mean for that, I meant—”
“It’s the wrong time of the month. It’s okay. Don’t worry.”
“Sure?”
She nodded. I positioned myself between her thighs, and she spread herself open for me. Her hands came to rest on my waist as I kissed her, probing forward slowly. As I touched her the first time, I felt her reaching down to guide me in. A moment later, I was resting against her virginity.
“Ready?”
She grinned up at me. “Go for it.”
I pushed forward, and she gave way almost immediately.
I tried not to dwell on the fact that I was taking the virginity from another man’s wife, on their wedding night, but I couldn’t help it. I felt her tensing up a bit, gasping softly, as I moved into her. Bit by bit I slid inside her until our pubic bones were resting against each other. She was warm and tight around me, and she grunted, squeezing my waist, as I filled her up. Then she hugged me tightly.
“I love you.”
I kissed her tenderly.
“I love you, too.”
I began to move slowly within her, trying to control myself, trying to make sure she enjoyed it. She lay still under me, only holding me tightly. Her thighs wrapped around mine. I drove into her again, grinding myself against her. A little whimper escaped her lips as I did it.
I rocked back and forth in her arms, remaining deeply inside her. She pushed up at me with her hips, trying to match my movements. I opened my eyes, looking down at her. It was Kate. It was really her, and I was really making love to her. She moved her arms up to my neck and pulled me down, kissing me deeply. I kissed her back as hard as I could, penetrating her from two directions.
We held each other like that for a long time, moving slowly, kissing and driving our hips together. She whimpered again, biting at my shoulder. My initial arousal plateaued, and I began to make love to her more deliberately, no longer as concerned with ending it too soon. I bent down to kiss her breasts, then trailed my tongue up to her neck, sucking on her lightly. Her nails dug into my back.
I drew myself back out of her, almost to the tip, then slipped back in. I did it again, then again, feeling every inch of myself moving within her. She moaned, pulling me back, wanting me all the way inside her. She was so wet now that I could hardly feel her, could feel only the tightness and heat around me. I drove at her more rapidly, seeking some friction, and she let out a moan.
“Oh, God, please.”
I silenced her with another kiss, and she sucked at my tongue. Her body clung to mine, wanting all of me in her. Her sex sucked at my erection, gripping it, not wanting it to withdraw. I felt my climax rising again, but this time I felt her rising with me. She whimpered, rolling her hips with mine, and I ground myself down at her. I could feel the twitches and shudders of her approaching orgasm around me. Her nails clawed my back now, and she gasped for breath against my neck, half cry and half whimper.
“Oh, God. Oh, God, yes!”
I felt her spiking up at me, convulsing, clamping down on me, and I lost all control at that point. I drove myself relentlessly into her spasming sex and let out a grunt, then a cry, then I was spurting off helplessly inside her. We shuddered together in climax, holding each other tightly for long seconds, before relaxing slowly, melting back into the bed.
I lay still on her body, until I felt her kissing my neck.
“Oh, Tom. Oh, God.”
I lifted up just enough to kiss her.
“How was it?”
“Wonderful. Perfect. You were just perfect.”
She hugged me, and I moved slowly inside her, enjoying the last vestiges of our lovemaking. I didn’t withdraw until my
limp penis finally slipped out of her on its own.
She climbed off the bed and went to the bathroom to clean up. I looked at the damp, bloody spot she left behind, wondering if Preston knew what an idiot he was. She returned a minute later and lay down in my arms.
---
We made love again about half an hour later, and this time she let me pleasure her with my lips and tongue, let me bring her to orgasm several times before pushing me off. Then she took me in her mouth, returning the favor as best she could. The second time together was even better than the first, longer and slower and less tense. I took my time with her, knowing that this night would certainly never be repeated, nor should it be. She had her life now, and I, just maybe, had a future with Mara.
We lay together afterward, spooning, with her firm bottom pressed back against me. She held my hand between hers, playing idly with my fingers.
“We should have done this at Yale,” she said.
I laughed softly
“You wouldn’t have had to ask me twice.”
She laughed with me.
“I know.”
She was quiet a moment.
“Tom?”
“What?”
“Do you remember what you asked me last year, after your graduation?”
I didn’t know what she meant at first, but then I remembered, and my blood ran cold. I couldn’t answer her right away.
“Yes.”
“Would you ask me again?”
My heart stuttered, and I lost my breath. Kate twisted around in my arms, looking up at me sadly.
“Kate—”
“I could get an annulment. If I asked for it right away. You know Preston and I have never slept together. That’s enough of a reason, isn’t it?”
“But—your family—the trust—”
“I don’t care about them anymore. I only care about you. And it doesn’t matter who I marry, for the trust, as long as I’m married on my twenty-sixth birthday. Tom, please.”
I rolled away from her, covering my face in my hands. A profound sense of vertigo washed over me as I absorbed this. My head spun—my entire body. How could she do this now, after all this time, after I had finally made the decision to move on with my life, after I had actually tried to patch things up with Mara?
Mara—Oh, dear God, this would kill her. I didn’t know how she had been dealing with our break-up in the last few years—I wasn’t so self-centered to think she had been pining away for me all this time—but we had dredged up everything again tonight, reopened all those old wounds. She had opened herself up to me, had taken that risk in hopes of rekindling something that was still there, for both of us. She might not call me when she got home. But if she did, and I had to tell her about Kate—
“No. I’m sorry,” I sobbed. “Oh God, Kate, I’m so sorry, but I can’t.”
I could feel her cringing next to me, pulling up into a fetal position. Then she was sobbing against my arm, shaking and crying.
“I’m sorry. It’s just that tonight—with Mara—we said—oh, God, we said . . . we said were going to try again. I can’t do this to her. If you had asked me even yesterday or this morning . . . I’m sorry.”
She bawled uncontrollably into the pillow, and I took her back in my arms. We cried together so long and so hard that I thought someone might hear us and come knocking on the door thinking someone had died.
In some not insignificant way, something had.
---
The tears dried up eventually. Kate rolled on her back, staring blankly up at the ceiling.
“I’m sorry,” she said.
“So am I.”
She sighed.
“I guess I had my chance . . . and I blew it.”
“It’s not that, it’s—”
She cut me off.
“No. It is that. I made you wait and wait and wait for me. For so long. You stuck by me long after anyone else would have given up. I did this to myself. I have to sleep in the bed I made.”
“I’m sorry. Maybe some things just aren’t meant to be.”
“This was meant to be.” She closed her eyes and shook her head slowly. “I just fucked it up.”
She sat up, wiping her face.
“I should get back before Preston wakes up and wonders where the hell I am.”
I watched as she dressed, putting her wedding clothes back on. I had to look away in embarrassment as she turned back into a bride. I slid off the bed and pulled on my boxers.
She took my hand and led me to the door. Then she rose up on her toes and kissed me.
“Thank you.”
“You too.”
“I hope Mara makes you as happy as I could have.”
“I hope so too.”
She kissed me again. Then she was gone.
XI.
The announcement, when it came, was something of a shock. For a lot of reasons.
We had stayed in touch, unlike our last parting, so I knew what was coming. But it was a shock nonetheless.
Mara called me a few days after the wedding, and we talked for nearly three hours. At the end of the call, she told me she was going to get back in touch with HUD and take the job in New York. A month later, I helped her find an apartment in Greenwich Village. We started dating again, starting from the beginning as we had agreed to do.
Six months later she moved in with me. And two months after that, we got the letter from Kate.
The envelope was engraved with the return address: The MacAllisters, with an address in Beacon Hill. Preston Mayhew MacDonnell MacAllister V, it said. Eight pounds nine ounces. Born March 6th. A honeymoon baby. With the announcement was a picture of him, pink and healthy, wrapped in a monogrammed receiving blanket.
Mara came up behind me, hugging me, looking over my shoulder at the picture. I put my left hand over hers, feeling the engagement ring on her finger.
“It’s funny,” she said.
“What?”
“He almost looks a little like you.”
“Yeah,” I said. “Funny.”
THE END
About the Author
Michael Dalton is a professional journalist and editor who writes erotica for readers of discriminating tastes.
Michael wrote his first piece of fiction in third grade, for which he was immediately accused of plagiarism by his teacher. His first piece of erotica—which has thankfully been lost to the mists of time—came a few years later.
Since then, he has been writing more or less steadily, interrupted only by occasional demands of work and family. Michael enjoys writing across genres, and often mixes erotica with science fiction, fantasy, and alternate history.
Michael lives with his family and multiple pets in Southern California. He blogs at michaeldaltonbooks.com and can be found on Twitter at @MikeDaltonBooks.
Other Books by Michael Dalton
Vector
Immaculate Deception
The Needle and the Dungeon
Faith, Hope & Charity: A Novel of Virtue and Vice
The Wizard's Daughters: Twin Magic Book 1
The Hunt
Roland: The Choice
The Eye of the Beholder: Stories
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