Our tongues intertwined, the two moist muscles entangling, lashing at one another as my arms went around her. I wasn’t as careful of her intricate dress as I should have been, I know that. But it was hard to care when finally I was able to unleash my desires for her.
My strong hands roamed over her back, felt her bare skin as my palms went down, down, to cup her pert rear and squeeze. Feeling her supple flesh as I enjoyed the moment, savouring the taste of her lips, the flavour of her kiss.
My cock was already stiffening excitedly, throbbing through my fine black pants as I pulled her into me, crushing the white frills with my eagerness for her.
She didn’t protest at me crinkling her elaborate gown, or the way I was touching her so brazenly. This was, after all, her idea. It had just been my suggestion she wear the dress as an added little... what? A fuck you to Ken?
Or just an additional thrill for myself?
It didn’t matter. Whatever the reason, it worked and made my dick thick with desire as she made out with me, pressing her sweet little tongue in against mine as if she were starving.
We kissed for so long, and I was just ravenous for her. My hands slowly began to bunch up the dress, gathering up its frilly mass as I so desperately wanted to feel the bare flesh beneath.
My long held dream of fucking Juliet was about to come true, I knew that, I felt no hesitation in her. I just wanted to make good on it, to feel her around me in that carnal manner I’d fantasized about so much.
Our lips broke, moist and glistening.
“I’ve wanted to fuck you since we were little,” I confessed, my voice a little gruff in my excitement.
She made a soft whimper as I spoke, her voice going lusty and filled with honey.
“I didn’t know how bad I wanted you until I got engaged.”
And the words might have stung, if they didn’t sound like they were filled with such primal need. Marrying her wasn’t something I wanted so much as just... something more. This. Touching her, feeling her, hands travelling over her body as our mouths intertwined once more.
I gathered up her dress skirts enough to reach in under, to place my hands on her ass cheeks, feel the pert and supple ivory flesh, the edge of her lacy panties, the rim of her stockings beneath. I fondled at her flesh, let my fingers knead and luxuriate in that long lusted-for rear of hers.
“Well… I can give you a special wedding gift for the occasion,” I said to her, licking my lips with such excitement as my dick throbbed, pulsating with blood that flooded the thick shaft.
She felt even better than she looked, her skin so soft, her ass so firm.
“I need you too,” she breathed out, her voice so low and tinged with lust. “I need you to fill me up with your cum.”
She licked over her lips, then pressed them back to mine, deeper and harder this time as she ground into me.
We kissed again for so long, our mouths and tongues enmeshed, my two greedy palms groping and squeezing at her ass cheeks until finally, at long last, I could take no more.
I broke away, breathing heavily as our chests rose and fell rapidly.
“Turn around, bend over the dresser,” I commanded her, holding up her dress skirts behind her as I eagerly awaited what was to come. My eyes widening as I got to see her ass once more, so perfectly round and delightful.
We didn’t have a lot of time, but I still wanted to make it last, to make it count. She went to the dresser, the mirror reflecting her beautiful face and smudged lipstick as she watched me. She pulled the heavy skirt from my hand, lifting it up and up until it was slung across the low of her back, her pussy hidden behind the white lace, her garter clinging to her thigh.
She was so petite, her body toned and gorgeous, and she wiggled her ass at me a little.
I couldn’t help myself, I really couldn’t, and maybe I should’ve felt bad about it, but I smacked her ass cheek, nice and hard. A slap across her pale little rear, leaving an imprint of my hand on her pert cheek as I made it tremble before me.
She squeaked her shock, but honestly, she didn’t sound pissed. At least not as pissed as she should have, with the way I was marking her up right before her wedding.
“Damn you’re gorgeous, Juliet,” I said to her in a low growl, and I reached on down, curling my finger into her panties to tug the lace garment aside. I brushed my digit against her soft little labia before I saw them, that perfect little flower of hers, so delightful and wet. There was nothing I wanted more than to fuck that cunt.
“Blake,” she whispered so delicately. “I’ve wanted you for so long,” she confessed, trembling against my hand. “I want you now. I can’t wait.”
Her words were filled with as much sincerity as lust, and I watched her lick her lips in the mirror.
I wanted nothing more than to slide on in and feel her tight little pussy, but I reached down and rubbed two of my fingers over her slit instead. I savoured the feel of that velvety little snatch, the slick moisture so sticky against my fingers. I revelled in the feel of her dampness, teased her stiff little clit and prodded my fingers into that tight little hole, feeling my dick jump at just how tight she was.
All the while she wriggled and writhed against me, and I was watching her face contort in the mirror. Eyes closed, lips dropped open, a slight flush coming to her cheeks... It was amazing to be able to see that as well as her sweet, swollen pussy as it kissed my fingers.