CXLV

CXLV
My fingers gripped his hair tight as I shook from pleasure. He kept going, pounding into me, rocking and tilting my world like that.
"Just like that baby." My moans were almost stuck at the base of my throat. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, my thoughts incoherent.
I feel it coming, I feel myself about to explode. I want to tell him that but how do I unstick my tongue from the roof of my mouth to form a coherent sentence? But because he knows my body so well now, he knows I am almost there, he wraps his arms around me in a hug whilst he is still pounding away inside me.
Then he slows to a stop just when I am about to have the most epic release of all time. A frustrated groan slips out of my mouth.
"I never said you could cum, Mimosa." He says in a slow raspy voice that has me clenching my core. They were a million sexy things about this guy and his voice was top three.
I release the death hold I have on his hair,
"You weren't close?" I ask because even as we are both panting, I can still feel his hard rock manhood between my legs.
He tucks his head between my head and shoulder blades, taking in my scent. The gesture causes me to spill out a light moan and Kenny takes it as an encouragement. His mouth makes contact with my sweaty skin and he leaves a long kiss on the spot, leaving a burst of goose bumps in his wake.
He trails tiny kisses along my neckline, I shiver in his hands in response. His mouth works it's way to the base of my earlobe. He nibbles it gently, a sigh escapes my lips. My fingers had on their own, worked their way up into his soft, silky hair.
"See? You want more too." He whispers.
I want to say I always want more, every second he breathes close to me, or speaks, even in public, my entire being itches to be touched by him, but he already knows. These days, we.. in Marianna's words, fuck like rabbits. Everywhere and anywhere, as long as we are both there and alone. We can't pry ourselves off each other. Our friends do not even invite us anywhere anymore since we end up sneaking away like teenagers to grope our selves. That is fine by us anyway, no invitations, no leaving the house, we had the house all to ourselves and sometimes we forget to eat. Well I don't eat, he eats me out.
His hands drop to my sides, his fingers play with my sides, molding and holding the flesh as his mouth worked back up to my mouth. Our mouths connect once more, hot and slow kisses, promises and reminders of the love we share.
"This gown is in the way." He groans against my lips.
I chuckle, the gown had been pushed up for effectiveness, and now it is a bunch of satin right above my breasts, where I think he wants to get to, and will not be moving any time soon.
"We can't exactly take it off." I murmur, impatient to get back to business.
"Are you sure? It has a zipper somewhere at the back, we can slip it off and back on later. Just before they get back."
I suck in a breathe and narrow my eyes.
"The dress stays on. Or it ruins my hair."
He blinks, I blink. The realisation dawning on me along with the memories of him tugging my hair as we kissed, just before we locked the door, our mouths did not leave each other as we kissed. At the time, nothing else mattered. He picked me up like he had done a million times now, and plopped me down on the sink.
"Well shit."
"I like it like this. Sexy as hell." He says with a crooked smile as he connects his mouth with mine for another kiss. The second our mouths connect, I don't remember what I was supposed to be angry about.
He finally abandons his mission to pull off the dress and starts caressing my inner thighs. His fingers playing with the sensitive skin just before my entrance. I shivered in his hands.
"You are already wet for me.." he whispers in between kisses.
I whimper against his mouth. I could feel the heat from my core, just rolling off of me.
"So fucking wet for daddy."
My fingers gripped his hair tighter, as his fingers disappeared into me. One finger, as if testing my patience, runs across my lips,
"Ohhhh.." I moan.
He silences me with a kiss.
"Like a good girl."
My hips bucked forward, and he cups his hand right outside my sex, his fingers playing with the outside of me,
"Like a good slut."
I can't stop the blush that spreads on my cheeks. Since I revealed the information that being talked down on during sex was a kink of mine, he drops one line that sends me over the edge. But i still can't get used to it, so I always blush, and he kisses the blush spots as his way of telling me just how cute I am.
He places himself at my entrance, and thrusts in. Even after seeing it coming, I still could not anticipate it enough, even after all this time. A gasp comes out from my lips, with him inside me like this, unmoving, it was hard to breathe, my eyes watered with pleasure.
"Take it all for me?" He asks.
I manage to nod when he pushes in. I sputter. I knew i won't last long with this one. This was the new one he had learnt to do to me.
He starts flexing his manhood as it is inside of me, I feel it pulsate inside of me, stretching my walls and touching every nerve ending inside of me; basically setting me on fire.
"I'm coming."
The warning doesn't come in time. And it is the wrong warning, as I had squirted all over him.
He starts to grow limp inside me, and he groans as he pulls out, a glob of white following suit, splattering on the times floor.
"That was hot. You are hot. God I don't even know how you do it. I absolutely love fucking you." He tells me as he leans down to kiss my mouth.
"And now all of your guests know just how much you do." Theresa's voice comes from outside the door.
We both freeze, as if finally remembering where we were.
A knock sounds from outside the door.
"I officially hate knocks." Kenny murmurs.
I chuckle nervously as I look around the mess we had created in this toilet.
"Your guests were sitted about thirty minutes ago. Can you guys come out?" Jonathan pleaded from the other side of the door.
We scramble to clean up the best we can and when we open the door, Marianna looks unamused, Cam looks frustrated.
"Oh my god; you guys are worse than teenagers. It is your wedding day, all you had to do was endure for a few hours and do it on a mountain after, nobody cares." Cam cried.
"Well, we all anticipated this. Thankfully we made post sex plans. And Cam you were supposed to watch them so they didn't run off together." Clarissa says exasperated.
Cam huffed, "have you tried to hold him back? He is extra sneaky when he is in heat."
Kenny and i share a look.
"Stop them!" Theresa cries but we had already bolted off.
We run in the direction of the wedding hall. And Kenny walls up to the priest.
My father holds me as we walk down the aisle. And I know my hair is a mess, I was wearing flats instead of the designated heels. But i could not be happier, this day could not be any more perfect. I was getting married. I go through the routine of saying vows, crying, exchanging rings, crying, whilst on cloud nine.
"And finally, you may kiss your bride." The priest announces.
"No!!!" Our friends cried.
Too late. Our lips joined and so did our lives, permanently. Our genitals too. Although, that was a given.




THE END.