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I smiled. "Let’s go."
I walked down the aisle, smiling. Weddings are supposed to be for the girl, or so I’d heard, but imaging Ellie, I couldn’t help but feel just as happy. I waited at the front for what seemed like hours before the music started to play.
Everyone stood and turned as Ellie walked, accompanied by her father, and followed by Sarah and Alyssa. My jaw dropped in awe. If Sarah was about to spill out, Ellie was positively defying the laws of physics. It would have taken an inordinate amount of willpower to raise my head those few inches to meet her gaze were her eyes not equally mesmerizing. Whether it was the rare makeup she wore, the dress, or simply the moment, they shone with something extra.
The fabric of her white dress was just barely see through. I could see the faint outline of her hard nipples through the bust. It was just enough so I’d notice, and yet so slight that no one else would pay any attention. The dress fit her form perfectly, accentuating her curves and hips, somehow managing to be both flowing, and flattering to her gorgeous legs.
She stood next to me, and her father took his seat. She grinned at Alyssa and Sarah and whispered in my ear. "I made them go naked under those." She grinned evilly at me.
The preacher approached us and started in on the ceremony. We had it stripped down to the bare minimum, devoid of all the religious trappings and pointless traditions.
When it came time to read our vows, we turned to each other.
She began, "You took life, and showed me, not only what mine was, but what it could be. In one moment, you lifted the blindfold I’d been wearing, and released the self-made shackles I’d worn." She leaned over and whispered mischievously in my ear, "and added some of your own." I look at her, an oxymoron of emotion, grinning, but tears running down her face. I promise to, in being your faithful wife, repay all that you have given me…and face with excitement, all that we can create together."
She was full on crying now, but her eyes remained fixed on mine with a fierceness I knew only I could inspire in her. I looked around at the crowd, the preacher, the bridesmaids, and the scenic view from atop the hill.
Finally my gaze settled back on her. "I always hoped that one day I would find myself in this very spot, looking into those very eyes. I think back to when we first started, what had to happen exactly as it did to bring us to this moment, well it just seems like fate. I think that’s a testament to the strength of the bonds that tie our hearts together." She grinned at the mentioning of a few choice words. "I promise those ties will not only strengthen, but grow more numerous. Whichever paths life has me wander, I promise to walk them with you."
The look on her face told me all I needed to know about whether the words had their desired impact. Normally a model of stoicism, emotions were starting to run across my face as well. We turned to the preacher.
" Do you…" I couldn’t help but look at her as he rattled off a blur of words. I became lost in the moment, what it signified, and everything that had led up to it. After several minutes, she turned to look at me. I smiled, slowly coming out of the moment.
"I do."
He turned to her, and the same words began to flow. This time we looked at each other. Seconds passed slower, and I thought he’d never reach the end, but finally only the wind made noise atop the head. Still dazed, she stood there for a moment, before giggling, realizing what she was doing. "I do," she said with a laugh and a wide smile. We slid the wings on each others hands.
"You may now kiss the bride."
I tenderly brushed my hand across her cheek to the back of her neck, slowly pulling her closer. We paused, an inch away from each other, before coming together in a fiery, passionate kiss that probably had parents covering their children’s eyes.
Sure enough, when we parted, most of the crowd stared up in shock. She laughed, then squealed as I picked her up and carried her down the hill to the waiting limo. We climbed in the back, sliding onto the bench seat. "You know where to take us," I told the tophat clad driver. "And you," I turned to Ellie, "are woefully overdressed."
She looked nervously at the driver. The top hat rotated to reveal the tanned face and dark brown eyes of one Sarah. She smiled at Ellie. "Don’t worry, he’s all yours, I’m only taking you to the airport. Enjoy the honeymoon."
Faster than I ever thought possible, Ellie peeled off her wedding dress and climbed into my arms nude. She simply lay her head down on my shoulder as I held her. As they often do, pecks turned into fuller, deeper kisses, and my hands began to wander. I cradled her in my lap with my left arm while the right slid down her stomach.
One then two fingers slid quickly into her. She was dripping already at that point. I curled my fingers around to tease her g-spot while massing her clit with my thumb. Rhythmically, I brought her very close to orgasm in a hurry. The airport was only a twenty minute drive from the hill.
"Uh, uh, uh," came several soft high pitched moans. It seemed Ellie had a different orgasm for each way she got off. The subtle ministrations of fingers simultaneously tormenting her clit and g-spot brought about long, drawn out sessions, making her cum multiple times in creasing in intensity. The soft, almost cute grunts were the signs of the first.
I sped up, putting increasing pressure on both areas. My hand had begun to ache, but I ignored the pain. Her grunts had started to turn to screams. She gripped the handle above the door hard, writhing as I showed no signs of slowing.
"Ahhh! Ahhh! Ohh Fuck!" She screamed. I heard a faint giggle from the front seat. Ellie’s hips were thrusting hard into my fingers at this point while the sensations kept rising. She came a fourth time, panting. I could tell she was gearing up one more. My hand moved furiously. Her eyes went wider and wider as she realized what was coming.
"Oh God," it started as a whisper. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!" The words blurred together, then lost all meaning and coherence as she simply screamed. Each contraction of her pussy brought a louder yell and more diverse stream of obscenities. A full minute after they’d started, she gave one last scream, tears streaming down her face, and collapsed into my arms.
I held her and kissed her once more, enjoying the dual sweetness and dirtiness of the moment.
"We’re here," Sarah called out. I helped a wobbly Ellie put on the shorts and spaghetti-string white tank top I’d brought for her.
"You’ll take care of the dress, right?" I asked putting it neatly on the seat. Sarah nodded.
I grabbed both suitcases from the trunk while Ellie clung to me for balance and headed into the airport. Getting everything checked out and boarding the plane turned out to be far less of a hassle than I thought it’d be. In little over an hour and a half, we slumped into comfortable first class seats.
Ellie leaned over and curled up, placing her head on my lap. She giggled as her pillow grew significantly less comfortable. She rubbed it gently. "Take care of it later Babe, just rest for now."
I wrapped my arm around her and started to doze off myself. The three hour flight would make a pleasant nap, and both of us had had an incredible, but emotionally exhausting day.
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