Just Like That

PETE

Mel glides along the aisle, looking so gorgeous my heart aches at the sight of her. Her eyes are shining, her smile bright as her lips are pressed together.

When she reaches me, her fingers close around mine, holding tightly. I know that look in her eye - she’s wearing the panties. I saw her jolt when I pressed the button.

“Hey, Tinker Bell,” I murmur as our eyes lock.

“Hi, Peter.” She’s breathy, and I’m hard. The celebrant starts talking, but I’m barely paying attention, focusing instead on the look in Mel’s shining eyes and the way her fingers pulse with their pressure as she shifts, trying to subtly move the vibrator on and off her clit when it becomes too much.

We manage to get through our vows, and just like that, we are announced husband and wife. I keep the kiss short and perfunctory, Mel’s lips trembling against mine.

Mel’s steps are hurried as we walk along the aisle. I know what she needs. The wedding planner stops us as we step into the house.

“We’ll set up the receiving line over there,” she starts to say, but I cut her off.

“We just need a moment. Five minutes of privacy.”

“Oh. Of course.”

I hustle Mel through to a small alcove, blocking her from the sight of anyone walking past.

“Five minutes?” she pants. “That’s not enough for a quickie.”

“I’m not getting off. You are.”

I smirk, my hand sliding into the pocket, feeling the smooth plastic of the remote. My fingers find the button, and I press it, ramping up the power to her panties as my hand tangles with her left one, lifting it to my lips and pressing a kiss against the knuckle where my two rings now lie.

Mel’s eyes widen, her mouth falling open as she holds my gaze, panting heavily. She starts to whimper, squirming, and I hit the button again. Her eyes flutter closed as she lets out a soft sigh and comes.

I cut the vibrations, removing my hand from my pocket and kissing her knuckle again. Her eyes are bright, and her cheeks are flushed. They’re going to think we snuck off to make out. She’s never looked more beautiful than she does right now.

“Should I take these off?” she asks, trying to get her breathing under control.

“The panties? No. Leave them on.”

Mel blinks at me, her cheeks heating again. I think I might turn them on again for our first dance. I want to see how many times I can make her come before she can’t take it anymore and begs me to fuck her.

Mel giggles, taking my hand as I lead her back to the wedding planner. We’ll do the receiving line and the photos. Maybe I’ll turn the vibrator back on for those. The options are endless. Tonight will be fun, and so will the rest of my life.

Who knew getting my car clamped in the snow would be the best thing to ever happen to me. I should find out the name of that parking inspector and buy him a fucking house.

The End