My eyes widen. “Has it ever been just us?”
“Not in a long time,” he says, turning me to face the large mirror on the wall. “Something we should probably try more often.”
He slides into me in one long, luxurious stroke, and I moan. I’m so wet that he slides in easily, and I see his face in the mirror as he does. He looks like it’s pure bliss, and I feel it too. Even after all this time, having him inside me, filling me up to the brim and stretching me is my favorite feeling. That level of connection and pleasure is something I’ve never found anywhere else. He pulls me back against him, and I reach out, bracing myself against the mirror.
The slapping of our skin is loud as he fucks me, my breath fogging the mirror in front of me because I’m panting with the pleasure of him moving inside me. His hand slips around to my clit, using a finger to slowly work it back and forth. The smooth, slow feeling, at odds with the pounding of his cock, makes me wetter. He flattens himself against me, one hand full of my breasts, the other continuing that slow and steady pulse on my clit. As his finger moves, my clit becomes more and more sensitive, until every twitch of his finger is sending sparks through me.
Suddenly Jet’s finger speeds up, rubbing against me at the same speed as his thrusting, and I start to moan. With the sounds I’m making the other guests in the hotel are getting a show, but I don’t care—I’m getting married. Jet doesn’t stop, and my breath starts to come in huge gasps as my orgasm swells. It starts in my clit, the feeling like lightning flaring through me, echoed by the release in my pussy. I know I scream, but I barely hear it, I’m too focused on the feeling of Jet’s cock as he buries it in me, the feeling of my orgasm running down my legs, the feeling of floating on a cloud of complete pleasure.
His finger doesn’t stop, his cock doesn’t stop, and I’m gasping for breath, shuddering in his arms. He groans into my ear has he comes, pounding to the finish in a burst of speed, and I feel his cock jerk inside me. We let out a breath together, unwilling to move from this spot. It’s Jet that moves first, slipping out of me and cleaning himself up. I’m still leaning against the mirror when he comes back and scoops me up to carry me to the bed.
Sleep is coming quickly, but I try to stay awake until he climbs into bed with me. I snuggle against his skin, reveling in the perfect feeling of knowing this is the person I’ll always be with. As if he’s reading my mind, I hear Jet’s voice, soft in the dark. “I love you, fiancée.”
“I love you too.”
THE END