by T. E. White
“Fuck me now, Tade, please.”
I curled a hand around one thigh, hitching it up to my hip until she got the message. She wrapped her pretty legs around me, stabbing me in the ass with her pointy heels. I nimbly worked the clasps of her bra until the straps hung loose on either side of her arms. When I laid her gently on the bed she kept her legs spread wide for me. She tossed her bra somewhere over my shoulder. I kneeled at the foot of the bed and dragged her towards me before I hitched her thighs up on my shoulder. As much as I liked her panties, I broke the straps, not willing to take the time to pull them down and over her feet. Her breath hitched and I knew she was as turned on as I was.
With nothing between me and her naked pussy, I dipped my head and licked one, twice, three times before I gently bit the bundle of nerves, sending her back off the bed like a bowstring that was tightening. Using two fingers, I dipped into the creamy wetness and thrust them forward in time with my suction over her clit. She writhed under my ministrations and my dick pulsed, wedged against the side of the bed.
Getting to my feet, I crawled over the bed, and with one arm I pulled her further in with me. She was limp, having gotten her first of several promised orgasms. I meant my vows about making her happy.
“Tade.” Her soft voice was enough to stop me from tunneling into her.
“Yes.” My voice was tight because I was close just by getting her off.
“This is our wedding night. And we’ve already had sex before. I thought maybe we could try something new tonight.”
There were many things I imagined doing with Red, but hadn’t wanted to freak her out. “What do you want to try?”
“I trust you. Surprise me.”
Those were dangerous words. However, I wanted this to be her night, so I nodded. I lined myself up and slowly worked my way in. Ah, the pleasure of skin to skin never got old. Even without an orgasm underway, her snug sheath gripped me. I recited the twelves multiplication table in my head in order not to spill inside her.
She was so fucking tight I had to curl one of her legs over my arm to give me some room, so I could last longer. The added benefit was getting in deeper and bumping the back end of her. She cried out at that first bump, so I did it again and again until I was pounding into her, almost forgetting her request.
Her moans were steadily increasing and I knew she was close. I bent down and kissed her lips, relentlessly stroking my need inside her. “Do you trust me?”
Frantically she nodded, her breaths were labored. “I’m close.”
“Know that I’ll never do anything to hurt you.”
“I know,” she breathed.
I stroked the back of my fingers along her cheek and down her neck. I paused my hand at the base of her throat. “Have you ever heard of breath play?” Surprisingly, she had, nodding to me. “Then trust what I’m about to do, and have faith in me.” And I squeezed with the minimal amount of pressure needed. Her breath caught, and she opened her mouth in the automatic response, seeking air. I worked my hips so that my strokes worked over that spot inside her. Stroke after stroke, I increased my rhythm while she turned a beautiful shade of light pink. Just when she was darkening to a red, she exploded underneath me.
Freeing my hand, she sucked air, only to moan out her pleasure. I slowed my pace as she went languid beneath me.
“Are you okay?” I whispered at her ear.
“Yes, that was… amazing.”
“I’m not quite done with you yet.” I pulled out and gripped my cock. I rolled on my side only to have her chasing my dick. “What Biscuit, you want a taste of yourself?”
Her eyes were midnight blue when she dipped her head and sucked me down whole. Goddamn she was getting better at that. When she bobbed up and reached the head, I pulled my dick with a sucking sound from her mouth. “Greedy little thing. But I’m not ready to come yet. Turn on your side.” She faced me. “Other way.”
With a forearm across her chest I tugged her back into me. My cock was lined up with the crease of her ass.
“You want to spoon me?” Her voice held the lazy cadence of someone who was boneless from pleasure.
“Not even close,” I answered with a laugh.
Her relaxed state made it possible for what I had planned next. I slipped my hand between us and down the line of her ass. I found her puckered hole and traced a circle around the rim, warning her what was to come next. She tried to tense, but after two orgasms, her body didn’t have the strength to fight me.
“Oh my god.”
“Relax and trust me.”
I pushed my forefinger in up to the knuckle, meeting the first resistance. I moved my other hand around to her clit and lightly rubbed circles there. And damn if she wasn’t soaking wet. She moaned and I worked both of my hands until my finger was seated in her ass. I rotated it, widening the channel for me.
“Will it fit?”
I chuckled at her question because she was already bucking slightly against my hand wanting more in her sweet little ass.
“We’ll make it work.”
I didn’t have lube and so I dipped my finger in her pussy and rubbed it on my cock. Because it wasn’t enough, and she was a newbie, I hoped she wouldn’t be grossed out by what I did next. I spit in my hand and added it to her juices covering my dick.
All lined up, I said, “All you have to do is relax. When I press in, you press out.”
My guess was she would be disguised at my words and tell me to stop, but she didn’t. She only nodded. I pressed my advantage and moved in. I rocked slowly forward, then held, and pulled back.
“It burns,” she said softly.
I stilled inside her. “Relax, give me way. Bear down.”
As always, she followed directions and the opening gave way. I slowly pushed inside and was rewarded with a killer pressure because she was tighter here than in her sweet pussy. I wanted to come but I had to bring her first. Time had no meaning when she trusted me, and she ended up meeting me with equal voracity.
“Oh my god, oh my god,” she cried out, before detonation.
I lost all rhyme or reason. My grunts were the only vocabulary I could manage as her vaginal wall stroked the underside of my cock, sending me over the edge.
I wanted to lie there and revel in all the pleasure, but there would be cleanup needed. My cock slid out, half limp and I inwardly thanked it for its service. I made my way to my feet and to the attached bath to get what I needed to clean us both up.
After that was completed, she lay on my chest as we breathed together. I was gathering my second wind, because the night was just beginning.
29
Her warmth was lost from me after she left to go find Penelope and lay out of the deck for the last hour or so of our trip. I couldn’t complain. We’d spent a lazy morning in bed sating our needs for each other again and again. At some point we did have food brought to our room. In fact, I didn’t think I had any sperm left in me. Somehow, I’d managed to fall asleep without her.
I stretched and marveled at the packed bag that I’d never opened. The only changing I’d done was from the clothes I arrived in, to the tux that I’d carried in the garment bag. I did finally manage to shower before I went out onto the deck to find my wife lying out without a top.
“What the hell, Reagan?”
When she innocently looked up at me, I breathed to find patience.
“What’s wrong?”
“You took your top off. The staff here aren’t saints. And I don’t want anyone checking out my wife.”
She gave me the same tolerant look my Mom gave me when I was being chastised as a child. “I’m laying face down. No one can see. I don’t want tan lines.”
“I can see the sides of your breast which mean they can too.”
The blonde laughed. “See what you’re going to have to put up with?”
“What?” Gavin said striding on deck. I looked over at him and watch as his eyes drank in my wife.
I grabbed a towel from a lounge c
hair and covered her while they all laughed at me. Gavin and I ended up overboard and the staff had to send a ladder down for us to get back on board.
All of that was over a week ago. We were now back at school, finishing up finals and packing up our lives for good. Red stayed in her room the last few nights, to be with her best friend. She placated me by reminding me that I had her for life. She would be heading to the lake house with me for the summer, then to Cambridge. Therefore, I had no reason to pout, or so she said.
My mood soured when she’d told me she had to spend time with the moron who’d tried to kiss her that day in the library. I think his name was Darren. Whatever the fuck. I hoped the two carat sparkler on her finger would give him a clue. She promised she wouldn’t be alone with him, and I did trust her. He was the one who gave me indigestion. It took steel in my veins not to show at the library to check on them.
“You and Reagan… married.” I glanced up from the game controller to realize my man had died in battle. Gavin was focused on the game even though he’d spoken. “Where is your wife?”
A heavy breath escaped my lungs. Gavin had been in a pissy mood ever since we left the boat. I didn’t ask what happened between him and the blonde. It wasn’t that I didn’t give a shit. It was more that he’d tell me if he wanted me to know.
“She’s finishing up her packing and hanging out with Penelope. She’ll be here later.”
“Oh, she’s busy, and now you have time to hang out.”
“What the fuck is up, Gav? It’s not like you were moving to Cambridge and now you’re not. You’re doing your own thing, like always. Except this time we won’t be coming back.”
“Fuck!” He tossed the controller. “Your ass dying so soon left me hanging out to dry.”
I faced my best friend. “It’s our last fucking night together. Why don’t we go to the bar and have a final drink? And then maybe I can convince you to come stay a while at the lake house.”
“Yeah, like I’d ever do that. Three is a crowd. But I’ll say yes to the drink.”
“I’m sure she can convince Penelope to come too.” I winked. I would just have to warn Red not to tell the blonde Gavin would be there too.
His eyes narrowed. “I don’t need your help there.”
My hand rose on autopilot. “Look, whatever bro. I know you have that covered. Let just get a drink.”
~~~
Light added torment to the thunderstorm in my head. I drank too much and remembered too little. The only solace was Red was curled up against my chest.
“Morning,” she whispered. I had no idea how long she’d been awake.
Her hand clenched around my cock and my voice just edged squeaking when I said, “Morning.”
Hair tickled my face when she angled her head to graze her mouth against mine. I shifted my head back, knowing my breath had to smell like death, because it tasted like it. Talking out of the side of my mouth, I said, “I should probably brush my teeth first.”
She rolled on top of me and pressed her lips to mine. “Not until you take care of me. You were too drunk last night.”
There was no stopping her hands as she pushed down my shorts, pressing her soft breasts against my chest as she moved lower. Her mouth made contact and sent me into action. I had her giggling then moaning in a matter of minutes, only to drag out the pleasure until we were both satisfied.
I’d arranged for a moving company to pick up my things, and whatever Red wanted to bring. The boxes were already at the lake house while we spent the next few days at a hotel, taking our honeymoon to the next level, since school was officially over for us. Neither of us wanted to go home and be apart those few days. So we spent the time together begging off our family by telling them that we were hanging with friends. Technically, Red and I were friends. But I knew my mother had figured out at least that I was with her.
The day of the graduation, I stood fixing my tie in the mirror while Red did her hair and whatever else in the bathroom.
“Are you nervous about meeting my parents?” Her voice echoed in the tiled confined room only to come out sounding tinny.
“Yes and no,” I called back.
Through the mirror, I saw her head poke out and realized she was still only wearing a towel from our earlier jaunt in the shower. My cock didn’t seem to care and stirred to life at the sight of her.
“Yes and no?”
I’d pushed up the knot about midway but stopped to face her. “No, because if they raised you, then they are good people.” Her smile said I won some points with that line, but I truly believed it. “And yes because I’m not sure how they will take our news. Especially since you’re their only daughter. If nothing else, like my mom, they’ll be pissed they didn’t help plan, or attend.” I didn’t say that my father wasn’t going to take the news well at all.
She nodded.
“What about you?” I returned the favor. I was curious about her answer, but in addition, I wanted to see her out of the towel if I could reach her before she figured out my plan.
“I am nervous. I’m worried they won’t think I’m good enough for you. You said your dad was some big shot lawyer on the hill.” It was wrong that I hadn’t completely told her my dad’s true title. I hadn’t exactly lied, but I hoped she would forgive me when she found out the whole truth.
“Stop looking at me like that. I know what you thinking, and we are not.” She stepped into the bathroom and I heard the lock click.
Just when I was about to knock and explain that while yes I did have sex on the brain there was something I needed to tell her, my phone buzzed.
The screen had a message.
C - I’m in town. Hoping to hook up.
The text was from Camille. I wanted to tell her that my wife probably wouldn’t go for the idea, but I couldn’t. As fast as social media was, whoever Camille talked to would get an earful that would trickle down to my mother before I had a chance to tell her myself.
Me - Can’t. Spending it with my fam & my girlfriend. Maybe next time.
Red’s phone rang and I went to pick it up. The name Charles was scrawled across the display like a dirty little message.
“Is that my phone?” she called through the door.
Was fate playing a dirty trick? Why were our pasts coming up now, on this day?
I angled my head from the bedside table to see her dressed in a short white dress that from my vantage point looked like it was made from lace. “Is that my phone?” she asked again.
There was a choice. I could give her the cold shoulder. I could hold on to it until it stopped. What I did was walk over, hand her the phone, and give her a reassuring smile. I turned my back, not wanting to see the look on her face when she saw the caller’s name. Too bad the mirror was in front of me and I caught her puzzled look.
She stepped into the bathroom when she answered. “Hello.” The voice I’d come to know was all of a sudden soft and unsure.
I marveled at my own maturity. I finished doing my tie and focused on the mirror, not on her words. But there wasn’t any other noise in the room.
“That’s not a good idea.”
I pushed at my hair, rebuking myself for not getting it cut. I had all that time but spent it wandering the tiny town with Red, when we weren’t in the room doing other things or out on the water in my boat.
“You don’t have to meet him.”
It took me a moment to realize I was glaring into the mirror.
“Look, I have to go. I have another call.”
I dusted off my pants, hiding that my fingers had gouged half-moon arcs in my palms with barely-there nails.
“Hello? Yes, we’re ready. Are you already on your way up?” Her head poked out again. “Yes, he’s dressed.”
A knock sounded at the door. Red stepped out and hesitantly glanced in my direction. My eyes were on her thighs. The material from her dress barely covered half of them. Her legs suggested that miles could be traveled from the spiked heel of her shoes to her epic c
enter.
The door opened and a blur of blonde half tackled, half hugged Red. “I can’t believe we are graduating.” The blonde stomped her feet, and the blue number she wore fluttered up as her hand moved up and down like she was running. Then all movement ceased. “Thanks for letting her ride with us to the ceremony. My parents are so excited to see her again.”
Red came over and I met her halfway, giving her a kiss that said I love you but lacked the usual passion. I wasn’t sure if it was because the blonde was watching or if I was more pissed about her earlier call than I cared to admit.
“I’ll see you later.”
The door closed and she was gone. I’d agreed to her going with the blonde because she’d explained that once our parents were informed of the situation, there would probably be a lot of talk. And she wouldn’t have time to say hello or spend time with her best friends’ parents. Girls were weird. It wasn’t like that was the last time they’d ever see her. But it wasn’t worth the argument.
It was only twenty minutes before I was required to be at graduation to line up when my parents arrived to pick me up. The room was paid for one more night. Red and I decided to play it by ear whether we would stay or go to the lake house after. Our bags were packed and lined up against the wall if we decided to leave. I took one look at the room, which was modest, and could hear my mother’s chiding me for not doing an upgrade. It was a good thing she’d never see the place and know it was best that they had to offer.
30
The ceremony was long and hot. My parents were the only family members that showed up. Dad’s mother was in a home in Kansas, Mom’s parents were in England, and my aunt’s daughter was graduating from secondary school, which took precedence.
After it was over, it didn’t take me long to find Red as both of our surnames began with A. Her parents were the first to find us, so I was up first under scrutiny.
