His hands played a game of Marco Polo over the tulle of my wedding dress, eagerly searching for my panties, bought months ago for this moment. I could feel the desire in his breath, matching my own intensity. I couldn't wait any longer; I tore off the tulle of my skirt, leaving the most entertaining part for him: turning my lace panties into a rag that no CSI would ever be able to use as evidence.
He lifted my legs to his hips, aligning me with his ready-to-possess member, which didn't take long to do so, fast and intense. My body craved his touch; I needed more, I wanted it deeper and deeper. I looked into his face with every expression of pleasure I felt with each thrust.
I could lose myself in those dark eyes, that delicious mouth... oh my. I felt the same heat as before; I knew I was
