Erotic Fiction: Dressed in White
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The music still rang in my ears as I fell onto the bed, my back welcoming the soft mattress beneath it. My husband — husband! I could say that after today — laid down beside me, our arms pressed against one another. He took my hand in his and squeezed, making my heart skip a beat. I couldn’t believe that I had finally married him.
“I’m so happy we’re married.” His words sounded peaceful. “I can’t believe that I get to spend the rest of my life with you.” I nearly burst into tears at his words; the day had been so emotionally charged, so exhilarating, that my heart couldn’t take much more.
“You’re the best thing that ever happened to me,” I responded quietly. “I love you.”
He rolled towards me, propping his body up on an elbow to stare at me. Even after all of these years together, after finally getting married, the way he looked at me made my whole body warm. Everything about him gave me butterflies, this wild mixture of excitement and complete calm. He smiled. “I love you, too.”
I leaned in to kiss him, grabbing the lapel of his suit jacket and pulling him towards me. The kiss was passionate, it was hungry. His lips moved in tandem with mine, a rhythm and synchronicity that had been there from the first kiss. Unlike our first kiss, though, when our mouths tasted of beer, the breath between us now smelled of sweet champagne.
When I swivelled onto my stomach, he knew what to do. His fingers moved nimbly down the length of my back, undoing each tiny button that lined the dress until it was loose enough for me to slide out of with ease.
I had decided to splurge on white lingerie, the white corset keeping everything firmly in place from the waist up, my butt popping out from beneath it in a matching thong. He watched me with interest, a smirk spreading over his face as I unlatched the corset inch by inch, more and more skin revealed by the second.
We had had sex a million times before that day, but this was the only time we would be able to do it on our wedding night. This event was one for the books.
He slid off his jacket, draping it over the back of a nearby chair and taking a step in my direction. I untucked his shirt, unbuttoning it slowly while my lips found his again. Then his belt came off. His pants. My thong. His briefs. In no time at all, we were both naked, pushing back the bed’s blankets and crawling beneath them.
I wanted to be swallowed whole by his body, his affection. His hand reached between my legs, index and middle fingers trailing between my vulva. My back arched in response, and I moved him overtop of me. In a moment, he was inside of me, hips moving back and forth while his mouth moulded against my own. My fingers dug into the softness of his shoulder blades, moving slowly down his biceps before finally gripping his forearms.
My own hips rose to meet each thrust, welcoming him to fill every crevice within me. He didn’t make a sound, aside from the heavy breaths exhaled through his nose and the occasional quiet grunt. My voice, however, was growing louder as he seemed to bury himself deeper in me. My breath quickened with each trust, the moans drew out longer.
I placed my hands on both of his shoulders, moving him beneath me, between my thighs. With one hand on the top of the headboard and the other flat against his chest, I rode him slowly, feeling his penis swell further. His head tilted back into the pillow, the white fabric folding and curving around the contours of his beautiful face. A moment later, he turned back to me and offered a sleepy smile, his thumb finding the exact place I needed to be touched.
It took all of a minute before I felt my body contracting in an earth-shattering orgasm, my jaw clenched to prevent the whole neighbourhood from hearing my cries. I could feel that he was close, on the brink of cumming inside of me, of finally releasing the long moan I knew was pent up inside of him.
“Cum for me,” I murmured, both hands splayed on his chest. “You’re so close.”
“I’m so close,” he replied, his voice as laboured as his breathing. “Shit.”
And then he came, his body thrusting several more times before pulling me down to him, skin to skin. He kissed me softly, his lips moving from my mouth to my jaw, my cheek, my eyelids.
