My Best Friend's Wedding

Tommy Gold steps out of that wedding crowd looking sharp in his suit and heads straight for you. You’re already on the bed, stripped down to lingerie, heart kicking like it knows what’s coming. You two were eye-fucking all night and now there’s nobody left to pretend for. He peels your bra off like it owes him money, eyes dropping straight to your tits. His hands are warm, his tongue slower, circling each nipple till you feel it in your toes. Shirt comes off next—those abs flex when he moves and you’re done waiting. He strips what’s left, drops between your legs, and goes to work like he’s starving. The first long lick makes your back arch; after that it’s a full-body shiver you couldn’t fake if you tried. You climb on top, sink down on his cock in one smooth drop, ride him while the bed creaks under you. He flips you into missionary next, pushes in deep, keeps one hand on your breast and the other rubbing your clit in tight circles. You stare at each other the whole time—hard, lazy strokes that get faster when you both start to lose it. You finish together, messy and loud, bodies shaking through it like you’ve been holding this in for hours.