The bride huffed over to me, her belly a good foot in front of her.
“I’ve given up on wearing nice fashion,” she said, crunching a piece of ice from a cup. “I’m wearing muumuus and Crocs until my wedding day. You have to promise me you’ll squeeze me into my dress as much as possible.”
“I left extra room to tailor it to you the day before,” I assured her. “You’re going to look stunning.”
Elsie handed Liz her own plate of snacks.
“Bless you,” Liz said. “I’ve been craving a lobster roll all day.”
“I have a whole tray just for you saved in the back,” Elsie assured her.
The couples shower was half wedding shower and half baby shower, though really, Mark’s family seemed to use it as an excuse to drink and chat. I tried to stay out of the way. These were high-society types; they had time and money to spare. There were a number of Wall Street bros, who must be Wes’s friends, talking loudly about whatever business deal they had just made.
Mark was politely listening to a group of them. He caught my eye across the room, excused himself, and came over. He bent down to whisper in my ear, “I think I found your panties. Do you want to come down and get them?”
34
Mark
Brea seemed uncomfortable at the couples shower. Granted, I wasn’t feeling that great myself. The guest list consisted of people who were more business acquaintances and corporate alliance partners than actual trusted friends. The couples shower was more a show of the strength of our family than anything else.
I had no patience for it. Usually I skipped such events whenever my parents hosted. My mother could usually guilt trip me into showing up at the Holbrook Foundation functions because they were for charity and a good cause. But these events that were purely to show off how much money we had and what nice real estate we had were too much.
I tugged Brea by the hand and led her downstairs.
“So where did you find them?” she whispered as I unlocked the door to my condo.
I closed the door behind us and immediately was on top of her, pushing her against a wall and enjoying the taste of her tongue writhing against mine. Hearing her pant, her bewildered voice as I touched her and ravished her, was an aphrodisiac all in itself. She panted, and I quickly led her over to the sofa.
“Think I haven’t been watching you walk around in that skirt? Just tempting me every single second?”
“What, by just standing here in it?”
“Your existence turns me on, and every moment I don’t have you wrapped around my cock is absolute agony.”
“Melodramatic much?” She giggled.
“Only because you drive me crazy. I was never like this before I met you.”
I had her in my arms, spinning her around, holding her close from behind. Even the scent of her hair was driving me wild with lust now. I kissed her, pinching her sweet cheeks, my hand going down her back to that wonderful, plump little ass of hers that I always yearned for.
“You’re really going to fuck me right here and now?”
“Are you objecting?”
I heard no objections.
My hand went under the skirt and felt her pussy, her heat, her wetness, and how much she desired each and every thing I did. I took her panties into my fist, drew them down her legs, and tossed them somewhere. I didn’t care where. I just wanted her hot, wet pussy before me.
Undoing my belt, bringing out my cock, I knew I couldn’t strip her to her much more beautiful state of total nudity. We had to keep some semblance of being reasonable and sweet, as well as not make it too obvious we had fucked one another’s brains out.
I pulled a condom out of my pocket, and the metallic packaging must have caught her eye, because she snatched it away from me. She tore it open, and soon enough, that skillful seamstress hand of hers was rolling it up my cock as it throbbed with need for her. She made even this as sexy as all hell.
I took hold of her, threw her skirt up so I didn’t make a mess of it, and buried my cock in her.
Fuck, she’s too damn perfect.Every second of being inside her was an absolute marvel. Hearing her moan and shudder as I started to fuck her was only icing on the cake, the thing that just made all of this somehow more intense, more perfect than it was.
She bucked into me, becoming more and more into it all, as I was. She was bent over the sofa, letting me fuck her harder, fuck her deeper. The rhythm we set let her moan for me louder and louder. Her moans became stronger as I wiggled my fingers between us, found her clit, and stroked it with every thrust.
