Next Door Hater (Love Under Lockdown)

“I love you,” I said, already feeling the tears begin to flow.

“I love you too.”

Before I could respond, asking if he was serious like I was planning to, Nate got down on one knee right there in the courtroom.

“Yes,” I said, before he could even ask.

Nate laughed. “Well, then, I guess that’s that,” he said as he slid his varsity ring onto my thumb as a placeholder until we could get a more traditional engagement ring.

“C’mon, let’s go celebrate,” Hank said, patting Nate on the back.

Epilogue - Elise

It was close enough. No massive gothic cathedral, but the rest of the wedding matched my fantasy right down to the self-written vows. Hank as the best man, and Amber as maid of honor. Brenda was the only bridesmaid, but no one seemed to notice.

Luckily, Thorne was from a fairly big family, so we had a full roster of groomsmen, even with the outdoor, park setting. The guests sat on padded folding chairs before the flower-strewn portable arch. My dress was still unironically white, but more of the summer variety, the sort of complex beauty seen in my vision far outside our budget, even to hire.

Nate and Hank made do with the same suits they’d worn to court. Likely the only ones they had, but were nice and also basically matched, so it all worked out. Honestly, I was so happy to be getting married to him, I really didn’t mind about the specifics.

The reception took place at a nearby hotel, also booked for our honeymoon. There were speeches and dances, eating, drinking and merry making had by all. It was wonderful to see everyone so happy. Particularly with everything that had happened. Even Nate seemed to have cheered up, which was beautiful to see.

“Ready to go up?” he asked, as I sipped champagne from a flute.

“You mean -”

“Yes.”

“Absolutely.”

Excusing ourselves politely, we all but ran down the hall to the elevator, keen to consummate our recently minted marriage.

The elevator dinged for our floor and Nate swooped me into his arms, as though the sound were a kind of cue.

Through magic, or just skill, he managed to get the door open with the key card, without needing to put me down. At least not until we reached the bed, Nate perching me on the edge as he kissed me.

Caressing his hands up my sides as we kissed, he unzipped the back of my dress, the upper part of the dress, lowering down around my waist.

“No bra?”

“No panties either.”

“Good girl,” he said, kissing me again.

Working his way down my neck, he tenderly worked my tits. Alternating between each, giving an equal amount of attention, making me positively moan with pure pleasure. He knew his way around my body so well.

Continuing his progress down along my belly, Nate pulled my dress the rest of the way down, and way, leaving me in only my heeled sandals, which he then gently unfastened and slipped off one by one.

Starting at my left foot, holding it lightly in both hands, he kissed his way up my legs, working up toward my aching wet pussy. Unlike my fantasy, he didn’t hesitate before going for my pussy, nuzzling his face down between my thighs right away. His tongue filled me with sweet pleasure as I ran my fingers through his hair. I didn’t have a lot of frame of reference, but pussy licking was by far my favorite thing I’d ever experienced in the sexual realm.

He licked and sucked my clit until I was howling in release, but the orgasm was to be the first of several. He was just getting me warmed up.

Nate helped me up into a sitting position, letting me undress him. An activity I delighted in, removing one layer after another until he was every bit as naked as I was. His rock-hard cock filling most of the space between us. On impulse, I took his big, beautiful cock in both hands, feeling it throb gently. It was like being directly linked to his life force.

Stroking him until he was close to orgasm, I dropped my mouth over the entire head, pushing down as far as I could comfortably.

With a deep breath, I started to suck in earnest, bobbing my head along his shaft until I was absolutely gulping his big, beautiful cock. I worked his length carefully, taking him deeper than ever before.

He groaned and laced his fingers through my hair, and I could feel the tension coiling inside him as he got closer and closer to climax, his load finally spilling right down my throat. Nate hastily warned beforehand, in case I didn’t want swallow, but truth be told, I loved his cum, and wanted as much of it as I could possibly get.

“You okay, babe?” he asked, stroking my cheek, as I wiped the last bit of his cum from my lower lip.