"Hold on, buddy. Gotta take off my shoes."
I used his arm for support while I took off my heels. I was barefoot, and I didn't care.
"Much better."
"Are you sure you want to get married?"
"Sure, why not? I've got nothing better to do." I jumped on Chris, and he caught me just in time. I planted a loud, smacking kiss on his mouth. "Gonna be married to the hottest guy around."
I slid down his body, forcing him to let me go. "And you know that it's all about the wedding night."
"Mmm … " Chris said as he kissed me again and again. "I'll like that."
Neither of us was very sober when we walked into the chapel. In no time at all, we'd gotten married by Elvis with two gold wedding bands and a small diamond ring that the chapel sold us, signed things, and had a marriage certificate that said that we were Mr. and Mrs. Christopher King.
We walked outside, and the fresh air hit me like a drug.
"Honeymoon sex!" I yelled. "We're going to have honeymoon sex!" Nobody stared. It was Vegas after all.
Chris held me up, but he wasn't walking straight either. We made our way back into a taxi.
While we were in the taxi, I reached under my dress and shimmied out of my lace thong.
"Here, husband. You can have this."
I put it into the inner pocket of his jacket. I kissed him on the mouth.
Suddenly, a thought occurred to me. I spun and saw the cab driver looking at us in the rearview mirror. I realized that public sex in a cab probably wouldn't be a good idea.
I put my hand on his knee and whispered in his ear, "I can't wait to get you into a real bed."
He leaned me back and bit me hard on my neck. I moaned and arched my back, feeling fire spread from where he bit me. He whispered back, "That's for making me wait."
Chris paid the driver, and we went upstairs to his hotel room. He had a nicer room than mine. I'd gotten a junior executive suite, which had a little living room, desk, and a bedroom with a little bathroom.
He had some kind of ultra-executive suite or something. He had a gigantic king bed, a kitchen, a living room, and a huge bathroom. It had a Jacuzzi.
"It's so hot in Vegas," I told Chris. "I think I'd like to wash off."
I unzipped my dress, and I let it fall to the floor. His eyes almost popped out of his head.
"Holy mother of … "
I turned on the tap, bending over so he could see the curve of my butt. He came to stand behind me, and he rubbed it a little bit.
"Is this okay?" he asked. "I want to make sure."
"We're married," I told him. "Of course you can touch. Now get naked and into the tub."
He took off his clothes faster than most drunk people could. Heck, it was probably faster than most sober people could.
He got into the tub and reached for me.
Jacuzzi
Chris
I pulled Nora into my lap and pulled her in for a deep kiss. She rolled her hips on me like a pro, and I pinched her nipple. She squeaked a little, then she moaned as I broke her kiss and started biting her neck hard. I couldn't go down on her in the Jacuzzi, so I brought my hand between her legs and thrust two fingers inside. I could feel her muscles clench around them, and I knew that she was ready.
"I want your hands on the side of the tub. Don't move them."
She shot her hands on either side of me, and I guided my cock into her wet slit.
We moaned at the contact. Her eyes were closed tightly, but mine were open. I wouldn't miss a minute of this. She was breathing hard, and I was going to make her pant.
I slid a hand towards her sacrum and rubbed it while guiding her up and down on my cock. The warm water was splashing everywhere, but I didn't care. I felt fire shoot inside of me, and I knew that it wouldn't be very long before I couldn't hold on anymore.
Her hips kept the hard rhythm as I let go of her, and I put my hand between us to flick her clit. Her whole body shuddered, her breasts moving, as she screamed while she orgasmed.
I finally closed my eyes as I shot inside of her.
Seconds past. They might have been minutes. Or hours. I wasn't sure. I was in the warm water with Nora in my lap, her head on my shoulder. I had my arms wrapped around her, stroking her back slowly.
"I want to fuck you on the bed," I told her. "Let's get out of the Jacuzzi."
I stood up with her on my arms. We dripped water everywhere. When we got to the bedroom, I threw her facedown at the edge of the bed, her feet on the ground, but her stomach on the bedspread.
"Don't move an inch," I commanded. I grabbed a the tie from the suit I'd worn to the graduation dinner. I tied her securely. I hadn't been in Boy Scouts for long, but I knew how to tie more than just a granny knot.
"Try to pull your hands apart." She tried, but she couldn't. The bonds would hold.
"Perfect."
I spread her pussy lips apart so that I could spear her with my tongue. I felt the shock race through her body, and then she melted slowly like a popsicle left in the sun.
She tasted better than a popsicle, all spice and sugar. My hand stimulated her clit while my tongue lapped up her juice, and she quivered through two orgasms before she spoke again. Well, recognizable words, anyway.
"Please."
I took my tongue out of her. "Please what?"
"Please take me."
"I thought you'd never ask." I smacked her ass, leaving a red handprint on one side. Then I was guiding my cock inside of her, and she was shouting again.
And so was I.
I wrapped my hand around her throat, pushing her up and down on my cock. I wasn't hurting or choking her, but I had to admit that I liked to have that control.
I sped up the rhythm, making sure to angle myself so that her clit was rubbed by the bedspread. As her muscles started fluttering, I groaned. She milked everything out of me, every drop that I had inside. I filled her again and again, even after I was done. I was still hard.
I got on the bed and spooned her from behind, still inside of her. My arm went around her luscious hip and rested between her thighs. I bit her ear and kissed her neck.
"Did you like your honeymoon sex, Mrs. King?"
"Very much, Mr. King." She turned her head, and I lifted myself a little bit to kiss her. It was funny, because we'd just done the wild thing, but this kiss tasted like a first kiss. It was soft. Sweet. Gentle.
I was none of those things, so I took control again by taking my hands away from her juicy thighs and pinching a nipple.
"Ouch!"
I liked to mix pain and pleasure. I pinched the other one a little softer, and she threw her head back a little.
I could take her again. This time, I rolled us so that she was completely facedown on the bed. Her hands were still tied together, so she couldn't do much. I bent her so that her knees were underneath her stomach, then I bit her shoulder and rode her.
I pulled her hair, forcing her to arch her back. She was breathing heavily when she came apart beneath me. I knew how to hit her G-spot, and I put my hand around her front to touch her clit again.
I controlled the movement of her pelvis as I crashed inside of her again and again. I felt my balls draw up a split second before I filled Nora with my seed. This time, it came in slower spurts. I held her absolutely still until I was done.
I pulled out of her, and I rolled her over. I put my arm around her shoulder, and I held her face against my chest. I kissed her forehead.
"You like it like that? A little rough, a little pain, but so much pleasure."
"Yeah." Her voice was sleepy, and I closed my eyes. There'd be time for another round in the morning. I fell asleep with Nora in my arms.
Waking Up in Vegas
Nora
I opened one eye. I was warm. Too warm. My head hurt like I had a hangover. I was a little sweaty. I guessed that I had bundled up too thoroughly in my blankets last night.
I was abruptly conscious that there was something hard and warm against my back.
I smelled something, and I started sweating for another reason. There was somebody in bed with me.
Despite my wild-child ways, I didn't sleep in other people's beds. I'd never had a morning after. My heart was hammering out of my chest when I looked over my shoulder.
My heart rate skyrocketed as I realized who it was: Chris King.
Oh no.
Without bothering to be quiet, I unbundled myself from the sheets. There was no way to extricate myself without waking him up, and I wasn't even going to try. I needed my clothes and purse, and then I'd be able to get out.
Chris was a deep sleeper, because all the commotion didn't wake him up. I got dressed in last night's clothes. I looked at the remains of my shredded panties, and I tucked them into my purse. No sense in just leaving them here.
I put on my shoes, looked in the mirror, shuddered from how hideous I was, hair a total mess, and then went to my own room, just a few doors down in the hotel.
I got inside and took off my dress. I looked at myself in the full-length mirror. I had some bite marks on my skin, and I traced them lightly. They didn't hurt. They only served as reminders of all the passion that I'd felt last night.