Her face grows splotchy pink as she realizes I mean to sit back and watch the show. She’s not used to putting herself on display like that, but she better get used to it, because I’m already envisioning our perfect married life, which will definitely involve her being naked more often than not.
“Fine,” she grumbles, unable to fully disguise the thrill in her voice.
She walks over to the pile of clothes, my cum trickling down the side of her thigh, and then, just to tease me, she crouches to pick them up.
“Piper,” I growl. “I said, bendover.”
“Fine, fine.” She smirks as she trudges over to the suitcase. She opens it, pulling it toward the bed just beside me, and then, she bends at the waist and tumbles everything inside. I reach out my hand to toy with her clit as she does.
“Fold them.”
“Oh, come on, Quill!”
I lift my hand and give her a hard smack, one on each cheek, and she jumps, before hurriedly beginning to fold the clothes. Igo back to rubbing her clit as she moans. She finishes the folding far too soon but stays bent over, rocking her hips into my hand.
I withdraw it and give her another smack. “Now my clothes. Which are properly folded and in the dresser where they belong.”
Hissing in frustration, she grabs those and brings them back, bending over again to put them away. I reward her by pumping two fingers into her pussy, but pull them back out a moment later. Too bad for her that I’m perfectly organized and it takes her no time at all to pack my stuff.
“Now the toiletries.”
“Asshole,” she grumbles under her breath, and I smack her yet again for that.
She stalks off, returning a minute later with the rest of our stuff, and topples it over into the suitcase. I topple her across my lap next, and my fingers go back to her wet pussy.
“Quill,” she sighs. Then she adds, “Logan is going to have a conniption at how long we’re taking.”
“Fuck Logan.”
“I’d rather fuck you.”
I leave her pussy to pinch her left ass cheek, and she wriggles it at me, parting her thighs enticingly.
“You’re a very naughty girl, cricket,” I murmur, bringing my hand back to her clit. I thrust two fingers back into her pussy while my thumb circles her clit. “It’s a good thing I like naughty girls.”
“I can be very naughty,” she moans, gyrating her hips into my hand.
I don’t even edge her this time as I drive my fingers into her, rubbing her clit at the same time until she’s drenching my hand with her orgasm.
“I’ve changed my mind,” I say, bringing my hand over the swell of her ass. “I want to stay in Oregon, after all.”
“I wish we could,” she sighs.
My sigh is even louder than hers as I pull her up slowly. Then, keeping her sitting on my lap, I rummage through the suitcase for clothes.
“Quill! I just packed everything!”
“Yeah, well, I don’t think Logan would appreciate us coming down naked.”
“Oh, right,” she grins. “I guess I really did packeverything.”
I grab panties, tights and the dress that’s closest to white that I can find for my bride, and get dressed hurriedly, keeping an arm around Piper to keep her from moving. Then I push her down on the bed to pull up her panties, before sliding the dress on her.
“Icanget dressed on my own, you know,” she huffs as I sit her back up between my legs to work the zipper behind the dress. “I’m not completely helpless.”
“You’re my helpless little cricket,” I whisper in her ear, slipping my hand under her panties.
She shivers, but just then, someone knocks at the door.
