“And money is no object.” He turned the sink on and washed his hands as he continued, “I mean it. Get what you want—I don’t care how much it costs. I want you to love everything about our wedding.”
“What about you? It’s your wedding, too.”
He looked at me with a soft smile as he dried his hands with a paper towel. “As long as you’re the one walking down the aisle, everything else is a bonus.”
And how was Inotsupposed to launch myself at him after he said that?
****
Alan
I think I let out a small “oof,” when she leapt off the stool and straight into me. But it only took a second after her arms wrapped around my neck to get my bearings.
Her soft curves pressing against me helped me figure things out fast.
With no hesitation, I leaned down and kissed her lips. I wasn’t gentle, but I wasn’t feverish either. Not yet.
She pulled me closer and pushed her luscious tits harder against me.
My brain was screaming, “This is a bad idea!”
Not because it actually was a bad idea—it was a very, very good one—but I’d promised myself I wouldn’t consummate things until we were married.
At the time, I’d thought I was doing right by her, but the way she was grinding her hips against mine had me second-guessing everything.
I lifted her onto the island counter and notched my hard cock between her thighs as we continued kissing. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d just made out with a woman—maybe high school, and like high school, I was horny as fuck.
But our first time together wasn’t going to be on a kitchen counter. Not to mention Ruthie was going to wake up soon, and there was no way I was rushing this.
Still, I had a dilemma. I knew she was as turned on as I was, and I did have some pride. I wasn’t going to leave her unsatisfied.
I reached between us to undo the button on her jeans, then pulled the zipper down before tugging on the denim. She lifted her ass to help me, and I was able to get them off her and deposit them on the floor, leaving her in nothing but her underwear and pink blouse.
My dick punched my zipper at the sight of the wet spot on her black panties. I couldn’t wait to get my head between her legs and taste every drop of her.
I sat down on the stool and scooched her back on the oversized island so I could get comfortable, making a mental note that I needed to offer the larger kitchen islands as an upgrade on my homes.
I pulled the satin to the side and my mouth watered at the sight of her glistening pussy. Just as I dipped my head to get my first taste, she sat up like a shot.
“What are you doing?”
I looked up at her, confused. It seemed pretty obvious what I was doing.
“Having your pussy as an appetizer?”
She stared down at me, her chest rising and falling fast, and her hand shook as she brushed hair away from her face.
“I—I’ve never done that.”
What exactly did that mean?
“You’ve never done it because you don’t want to, or you’ve never done it because the opportunity hasn’t presented itself.”
“Um, the second one.”
I felt the corners of my mouth curl up.
“And now that it has—may I continue licking your pussy?”
