Nice Day For A White Wedding

The lamp provides light for me to see her. Her eyes are closed, but I don’t think she’s sleeping. She isn’t underneath the covers, and she keeps moving her legs. Inch by inch, her robe is moving upwards, revealing the creamy white skin of her thighs.

She moves again and I know if her robe moves even an inch more, she’s going to be flashing her pussy at me. It makes me feel like a pervert to think that she is unaware of how much of herself she is revealing to me. The thought doesn’t make me feel bad. Instead I get even more turned on at the thought of her forbidden flesh.

She moves again and the silk robe shifts again. There can only be one inch left between the edge of her robe and heaven. It drives me crazy. I can’t just lay here and not do anything about this.

I get up from the couch and stalk towards Cindy. Her eyes open as I am halfway to her and I know she wasn’t sleeping at all. And she knew exactly what she was doing too. I keep my eyes firmly on hers. I’m kind of pissed off now. She’s fucking teasing me, knowing I can’t let anything happen between us.

I reach the side of the bed and look down at her laid out seductively. I want to reach out and pull that robe apart.

“Changed your mind about getting in with me?” Her smile full of fake innocence.

“No,” I bark.

God, I want to rip that robe away from her curves. Instead, I reach down and pull her robe together. Then I tug at the duvet so I can pull it free of her. I pull it up over her and tuck it in tightly.

“There,” I say, finally allowing myself to look at her properly. “Now stay beneath the covers.”

It takes every ounce of self-control I have to turn away from her. Before I have even taken a step, she’s talking again, teasing me. Her teasing is a mistake, because I only have so much self-control, and she’s a hair-breaths away from pushing me past my endurance.

“Why do I have to stay beneath the covers?” she asks in a teasing voice.

I don’t turn around to look at her. “Because if you push that sheet away, I’ll take it as an invitation to fuck you. And once that happens, there is no going back.”

I start to walk away again, knowing that now she understands the stakes, she’ll stop messing with me. I don’t have to look to know she is wearing a shocked expression. She won’t be asking any more questions of me tonight. In fact, I think she’ll actually just go to fucking sleep and leave me alone now.

But I underestimate Cindy. I hear a rustling noise from behind me and then she speaks again.

“I was starting to think you would never get the hint,” she says breathily from behind me.

I can’t help myself. I stop and turn back to her. She’s pushed the sheet away again. I make a low growling sound in my throat and I cover the distance between me and the bed in two long strides.

“You shouldn’t have done that, Cindy,” I say from between clenched teeth, as I climb on top of her. Her body is supple and her skin is baby-soft.

“I know. It was a mistake, but I …” she agrees as she lifts her head to meet my kiss.

She doesn’t get a chance to say anything else as I crush my lips against hers. Fire floods my veins, moving through my whole body as Cindy’s tongue snakes into my mouth. I can feel her writhing beneath me, her hands all over my body.

A voice in the back of my mind whispers to me, telling me this is wrong. This could ruin everything. Too much is at stake. This isn’t about my pleasure. It’s about Babushka. Don’t think with your dick, the voice scolds.

I ignore the voice.

Too late for that now.

I move my mouth from Cindy’s and let my tongue trail up her jawbone. Her skin is like warm silk. I nibble on her earlobe. I push myself up onto my knees and reaching down I do what I’ve been craving to do since she ran in here all wild-eyed with fright. I pull her flimsy robe open. As I figured, she’s buck-naked underneath it. The sight of her body sends a pulse of pleasure slamming through my cock.

There’s truly no going back now.

I grab her ankles, pull apart those gorgeous long legs I’d been lusting after, and look down at her open pussy. I gaze at the small blonde locks shaved into a neat triangle, the pretty whorls of pink flesh, the engorged clit with its inner white bud showing, and the tiny, little hole that is dripping with her arousal. If this doesn’t look like heaven, I don’t know what does.