by LM Spangler
Niko’s eyes darkened, nearly turning to obsidian. “You are so beautiful, so hot, so mine. Get those stockings off and come here.” He ran his hand over the front of his pants and the erection that was now outlined in the fabric.
She stood before him in her bustier designed to accentuate her fuller figure to perfection. Her breasts threatened to spill over the cups of the garment, adding a sense of danger to the outfit.
Niko walked to her, held out his hand, and led her to their bedroom, all the while remaining silent. His fingertips caressed her shoulders leaving goose pimples in their wake. He gently turned her around and undid the catches on the back of her lingerie, letting it fall away. Those clever fingertips traced her torso as they traveled and reached the waistband of her panties. As he lowered them over her hips, he kneeled and his lips replaced his fingers, leaving a trail over her backside. After spinning her around once again, he planted kisses on her belly, down lower, over her waxed bikini area, and finally over her folds.
She widened her stance, allowing him full access to her core.
He separated her lips and teased the entrance of her channel with his tongue before finding and circling her clit with the tip of his tongue.
Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer to her sex, urging him to continue. "Don't stop!" She teetered on the razor's edge of ecstasy, on the brink of orgasm. The heat simmered in her blood, growing hotter, sharper until it turned into a flash fire and she exploded into his mouth. She screamed his name when he slid his finger into her channel. She ground her hips against his hand, wringing every last ounce of pleasure from her orgasm before her knees almost gave way.
In a move that surprised her, he picked her up and carried her to their bed, laying her in the center before stepping back and removing the rest of his clothing.
It was her turn to surprise him. She scooted to the edge of the bed, took his erection in her hand, and enclosed her mouth around it, taking it to the base. She took great pleasure looking up at him as his head snapped back and she swore she heard his teeth snap together.
She held him at the base and pumped his cock while applying delicate pressure with her mouth. Over and over until he grasped her hair and tugged upward.
His lips brushed hers, his tongue demanding entry. She opened, he plundered. The man has talent, she thought as he lowered her onto the bed without breaking the kiss.
Niko settled in the cradle of her thighs and entered her in one hard thrust. The pleasure was instantaneous and it didn’t stop there. He set a brutal pace, meant to bring each other to their orgasms together.
The friction he created threatened to send her up in flames and she was fine with burning alive. She met him stroke for delicious stroke, bringing each closer and closer their peaks. Higher and higher she climbed, tighter the coil of pleasure drew, until it burst, drowning her in wave after wave of bliss.
He buried his head in the crook of her neck and said her name as he emptied himself inside of her.
“That was,” she began as her breaths came in pants.
“Amazing,” he finished with his head still against her neck.
“You and I need a shower, Mr. Bradley.” She slapped his ass.
“Ow! What was that for, Mrs. Bradley?” He rolled onto his side.
“I love the sound of that,” she said. “It sounds…”
“Perfect,” he finished for her.
She grinned broadly and nodded.
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A half hour and a second round of marriage sex later, they arrived at their reception/party. The crowd applauded when they stepped onto the small stage that had been set up for them.
Jennifer Mitchell had baked the biggest wedding cake Niko had ever seen. It had five layers and more colors than he could name. It was a work of art and almost a shame that it’d get eaten.
After standing for multiple pictures, it was time for the toast and to cut the cake.
Niko stood with his bride behind the edible work of art as Amy/Aphrodite gave a beautiful speech. The dessert wasn’t decorated with flowers and ribbons. It had been decorated with a tipping can of paint that flowed down the layers of the cake.
Niko and Talia tapped their champagne flutes together.
Niko leaned in to kiss his wife and murmured against her lips, “Here’s to us. Again.”
The End
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