He slid off his beautiful dove-gray mohair coat and threw it onto the nearest chair, tugged open his tie, and when he went to unbutton his shirt, I batted his hands away so I could unwrap my wedding present. Davey grinned that ‘naughty-boy’ grin of his and kissed me while his finger in my ass wriggled and teased and made me even hotter for him. I eventually managed to get his shirt unbuttoned, in spite of all the unfair distraction, tugged it out of his pants, and slid it off him, then unlaced his belt and unbuttoned his pants, kicking them away while I squeezed his package through the fitted trunks he always wore in preference to boxers. He went to tug them down, but I stopped him; this was my present to me; my wedding, my rules!
Davey toed off his shoes and pulled off his socks, then grinned when I dropped to my knees and yanked his shorts down. His cock, thick and harder than ever bobbed up at just the right height, so I smiled as sexily as I knew how, squeezed and gently massaged his balls, and licked him from stem to tip, drawing a soft groan from him.
“No Lori, please, you’ll make…” but he never got any further, because I slipped my lips over the slick, glossy bulb of his cock and sucked him, all the while staring up at him with wide-eyed innocence radiating off me.
“Oh God, not the eyes, not the eyes…” he murmured, so I gave him some more, squeezing his scrotum as I sucked him. I could feel him trembling, he was almost there, so I ran my tongue over the head of his cock, and rasped the tip into the slit in the end.
Davey uttered a muffled “Guuhhnnngg!” as the head of his cock swelled and pulsed, while his cock gave a muscular throb, and a thick jet of hot, creamy spunk sprayed into my mouth, then another, and another. I was hard put to swallow fast enough as he filled my mouth, the last few days of abstinence paying off as he came like a cannonade, blasting his spunk into my mouth in long, hot jets until the jets thinned to a trickle which I licked up and polished him clean, and licked my lips to remove any traces of his sperm from my mouth.
Davey cupped my face in his hands and raised me to my feet, to smile happily at me.
“Thank you, Baby-Girl, I needed that, but now it’s your turn…”
With that, his hands once more clamped around my ass as he kissed me, uncaring what I’d just done. He hoisted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist, kissing him wildly, madly, hot and ready for him as he held me there, his hands holding my ass, and the tip of his still-hard cock scraping and butting against my tender pussy.
Davey walked me over to the bed and laid me down, his hands all over me, touching, scurrying, stroking and gently pinching. My stiff, sensitive nipples were poking through the satin of my basque and his hands holding and squeezing my breasts made them throb in an agony of need. Davey knows what gets me hot, where to touch, lick, kiss, caress, and right then he used them all, his lips and fingers driving me to almost fever pitch. I made to slide off my panties, but he grinned and stopped me.
“No you don’t; mine!” he grinned, kissing me on that patch of bare tummy between the bottom of my basque and the waistband of my panties. I waited with bated breath and yesss! he licked my pussy through my panties, his tongue pressing the satin against me, teasing my throbbing clit through the slick material.
“Davey, noooo…’ I groaned, pushing my mons against his teasing mouth, so near, yet so far away, groaning again as he did it again, paying me back for making him come so quickly. Just when I thought he was going to do it again, and I’d started plotting how to pay him back for torturing me, he pulled my panties to one side, and slowly, deliberately ran the flat of his tongue over my crotch, licking me from my tense asshole to my throbbing clitoris. I bucked and whined at the sensation. Davey eating me out is one of my most favorite things in the world, he’s considerate and tuned-in to me, he knows exactly what and how I like it done, and every time he does it to me it’s like the first time ever, always fresh and new and hot as hell.
His hot, wriggling tongue probing between my labia and lashing my clitoris was doing things to me I can’t describe, sensations and pleasure like the best of everything in the world surged and flowed through me, making me even hotter, even more in love with him, taking me higher and higher, until, as he sucked my clit he simultaneously slid his thumb into my ass and I came like a rocket, like an express-train, like the fourth of July, screaming his name as fireworks went off in my head and waves of hot pleasure surged and crashed through me.
Davey held me as I quivered and trembled in aftershock, smaller but no less intense waves of pleasure ebbing and flowing inside me. When my heart-rate and breathing had recovered somewhat, and my brain came back down to earth, and I was able to finally think again, there was Davey, his smile and his eyes and his warm breath and his arms around me, and I knew it wasn’t a dream, it was my wedding night, and my husband was with me, calming me after giving me so much pleasure.
“Davey, thank you,” I murmured, “That was incredible, but what about you?”
Davey grinned happily.
“About that…’ as he slid my panties off, “I still don’t think you’ve seen the elephant yet, so, if you’re ready…?”
I couldn’t help smiling; Davey is a horny bastard at the best of times, and he was right; we had unfinished business to take care of, I still needed some of that Davey-Magic, and whaddya know, I had a hot Davey right here, all primed and horny, if the state of his cock was anything to go by…
Davey slid his arms around me as he kissed me, and rolled onto his back, taking me with him, so now I was lying on top of him. His hands restlessly groped and fondled my ass as we kissed like teenagers, the hot bar of his erection between us, pressing into me, reminding me what I wanted. We kissed and ground together, dry-humping, feeling the need grow even as we played. Davey makes me very hot very quickly, I love him endlessly, but I also desperately need all of what he’s got so much of. Being alone with him is an agonizing exercise in will-power, because my natural inclination is to yank my panties off and jam myself down on his ever-ready cock.
This could be a problem if, for instance, we’re in a supermarket or on a bus, so when we have the opportunity, we go at it full-speed ahead, as long as it takes and as dirty as we can manage. As it was, this night, we were supposed to go bananas; this was the one night everyone knew exactly what we were doing; it was expected of us, it was probably a legal requirement for all I knew, and that being the case, why disappoint them…?
As we kissed and ground together, my legs drifted apart, and Davey slid his finger into my ass. As I gasped and giggled, he lifted me up, and I took the hint, grabbing his throbbing cock and slowly, teasingly sliding it into me. Davey’s hands remained clamped around my ass, and as I rode him, his finger in my ass kept pace with his thrusts into me, both my holes being filled at once by the man I loved.
I don’t know how long I rode him. All I know is that orgasm after orgasm rolled through me. Davey makes me hot and bothered, and it doesn’t take much from him to set me off. This night, though, was special; all that had gone into making it so had come to a head, and now here I was, making love on my wedding night to the man I’d loved since we were both young, the boy who’d left me and come back a man, to find me a woman in love with him, the man I’d plotted and schemed for, but never believed I could ever have, and now he’d married me and given me his baby.
At the thought, orgasm sharp and hot raced through me, hot pleasure burning through my body and lighting up my mind like a summer fireworks display. I sobbed and whined as bolt after bolt of sexual electricity buzzed and crackled through me. Davey held my hands as my fingers laced with his, holding me up as I fluttered like a leaf in a gale in the throes of such a gigantic orgasm.
I slumped down on him, my heart thudding like a trip-hammer while my Davey held me close, his arms around me holding me, anchoring me, reminding me that he was here, with me, where we were supposed to be, together forever.
When I opened my eyes, it was to see his beautiful green eyes looking at me, filled with concern and not a little relief.
“Wow, that was… I don’t know what happened there!” he grinned. “I thought you’d passed out; you glazed out and I thought you’d passed out! Are you OK, baby?”
I warmed inside at the love and concern in his voice.
“I’ve never been better, baby, honest! I think I just saw the elephant!”
He grinned at that, and kissed me as he jiggled my bottom, reminding me we still had one thing to do.
“However, Darling Boy, I don’t think you did, so let’s take care of that! I need some wedding night Davey-Magic, and I think you do too!”
His cock, still buried deep inside me, throbbed; the penny had just dropped for him. We rolled over together so I was now under him, kissing his face, his lips, his chin, his neck, working him up, heating him up, because I wanted to do this one last thing, our thing. I stopped kissing him, and he looked quizzically at me.