Warm Skins and Wet Dreams

Rachel Donliver’s POV

“You may now kiss the bride.”

The priest said and I swallowed hard. I managed to keep up with the smile on my face and I moved closer to him, my heart racing and skipping beats.

He pulled his arm out, signalling for me to come close and I moved into his embrace.

I smudged my boobs on his chest, letting my wedding gown bust area glide within his chest, allowing him to feel how big I was in the gown before locking in with his lips.

Our eyes were closed and I could only depend on my sense of hearing and touch to feel this moment.

His tongue spread open my lips,teasing the insides of my mouth and landing on top of my own tongue.

He closed his mouth, so that his teeth would embrace on my lips, slightly biting me and making my mouth curl up into his.

My body shivered.

My hands were sweaty and my body went numb.

This was a soft kiss but it was already making me horny.

Damn.

He tongue flickered more in my mouth, the tip licking up my teeth and lips while the edges was reducing friction by making me salivate even more.

I kissed him back, using my tongue to move around his mouth, with the same ease and motion that he uses to finger me.

I grinded my teeth on his lips, enveloping my lips on his, and kissing his mouth, caressing each lip at a time.

His hands moved from my waist, going lower and grabbing my soft small ass.

I could hearing wooing from the crowd and even though I was enjoying the moment, I came back to my senses,after remembering that we were in a holy altar.

I quickly pecked my husband’s lips and pulled out, and he sighed, his face scrunching up.

“You pulled out without warning.”

He whined lowly, so the priest standing ahead of us would not hear.

“Baby…”

I rolled my eyes at him and rolled my eyes so he would see that we were still in church.

“Fine.”

He smiled at me and we both looked up to the priest who was busty staring at us as we were smooching.

“Looks like the groom cannot wait to have his bride tonight.”

The priest smirked at us, and looked at me flirtatiously.

I felt unease.

We said the grace and the church dismissed.

Our family members followed us to the venue for the reception to have their food.

“Finally, I am starving!”

I blurted out when our car pulled over.

“You sound tired.”

My husband turned at me, smiling weirdly and staring at my lips.

“I mean…who is not tired on their wedding day? I have been up since 5am trying to prepare and…”

He did not let me finish before landing a kiss on my mouth, sucking in my lips into my mouth and running his tongue all over.

He moaned into my mouth, grabbing my lips with his lips and kissing it deeply.

He moved one of his hands to neck, slightly choking me and he titled my head back, kissing my lips and eating it out.

My throat was hurting but I did not care, I continued kissing him, and his mouth continued under, moving around my face, touching up every area.

We continued having our moment for more than five minutes, not noticing when the driver stepped out to give us some privacy and my panties were already soaked.

My clitoris had a heartbeat and I was in the mood.

I paused the kiss, and caught a few breaths before unzipping the side of my gown and letting it droop down to my waist.

My husband stopped me half way and unclipped my bra from behind, letting it fall to the car seat.

He moved back a bit, staring at my chest.

“Mama mia! Your boobs look absolutely stunning!”

I could sense the high degree of excitement within him, and it was contagious because I caught myself smiling too.

My cheeks blushed and he moved towards me, grabbing my left boob with his full hand and bending on my right boob, grabbing it with his lips.

“Hmm, yeah, fuck!”

He groaned as his lips moved on my tits, pulling it in with his teeth and enjoying the taste.

I felt his tomgue move around my nipples, deawing letters on it and my body stiffened.

There was heat between my legs and I felt my nipples get harder.

He roughly grabbed my second breast, smudging it around and playing with it while he was sucking the second one.

“Ow! Fuck! It feels so fucking good!”

I said out loud, not being able to hold back my screams.

I arched my back harder so that my legs would spread and I wiggled my waist, allowing the gown to drop to the floor.

I felt him smile as his lips were still on my nipples.His mouth was putting just enough saliva to my bobbies, making me hornier and wanting him to take control of my whole body.

“You naughty wife. The guests are outside, waiting for the couple to arrive and you just got naked in front of me.”

He said, moving his spare hand round my abdomen, massaging my stomach and my belly button before stopping just above my pussy.

“How is she?”

He asked, referring to my pussy and tapping on top of it.

I jolted, jammed my legs together and a deep wave shock ran through my body.

“She wants you.”

I mumbled out and saw a smirk build up on his face.

I knew that look.

And I knew that it meant nothing good.

“Hmm, that is not a satisfactory. I need you to say it like you mean it…”

He slurred out, and bit the side of his lip.

He moved his hand to the front of my vagina, spreading my pussy lips and dipping two fingers deep inside of me.

“Ow…”

“Say it baby, say it like you mean it.”