It’s Only Temporary by Iona Rose

Connor

Iwoke up with my cock hard and pushing against Bianca’s ass. I was surprised I had it in me to wake up hard after the night we had had. Fridays were always special for us, knowing that we didn’t have to rush off to work the following day.

Needing to feel her soft folds against my cock again, I slowly raised Bianca’s right leg, and pushed my cock between her legs. My breath hitched at the realization that she was soaking wet. In her sleep.

I glided my cock up and down her folds. Bianca’s breathing changed and she thrust her ass back. I moved my hand to cup her breast and play with her nipples. She was so fucking warm. Her nipples were already hard points on her chest ready for me to tease.

Her moans grew louder and I knew that she was awake.

“Your pussy is so wet for me,” I murmured into her ear.

She moaned louder. I teased her clit, rubbing my cock up and down, spreading her sticky wetness all over her pussy. Heat enveloped my cock, making it harden further.

“Please Connor. Fuck me,” Bianca said.

I almost came from the urgency in her tone. I gripped my cock and guided it to her entrance as she lifted her leg to easy my movements.

“Fuck,” I murmured as I sunk my cock into her. A primal need came over me and I lifted her leg and drove my cock in and out of her. Hard.

Bianca raked the bedsheets and begged me for more. This was how I wanted to wake up every single morning. To my wife wet and ready for me and hearing her scream as I fucked her.

Was it to soon to propose? What I was doing now was buying time. Bianca was mine and I wanted if official as soon as I knew she was going to say yes. She completed me in ways that no other woman ever had. She made me feel whole.

Her pussy walls tightened around me and her whimpers filled the room. I increased the pace of my thrusts.

“Come for me sweetheart,” I urged her.

“Oh God.”

I loved hearing the change in her voice when she was almost crying. She sounded almost desperate, as if she would die if I didn’t make her orgasm in the next minute.

I pumped faster and deeper, hitting crevices I had never hit before. My balls swelled with the need to release but I managed to hang on to my control. She cried out as her pussy clenched around my cock. That was it for me.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she cried hoarsely as our orgasms coincided.

I kept pumping my cum into her until it subsided. Lowering her leg gently, I kept my cock buried into her pussy and rested my hand on her hip.

We must have drifted off to sleep because the next thing I heard was Bianca shaking me awake while kissing my cheek.

“We have a wedding to go to handsome,” she said, resting her cheek on mine.

“This seems like a much better idea,” I said, giving in to the urge to close my eyes again.

“Oh no you don’t,” Bianca said, lifting her head off mine and biting my cheek gently. “Wakey wakey.”

“All right,” I said and rolled onto my back. I pulled her on top of me and tucked her hair behind her ears. She sat up, straddling me and ran her hands over my chest.

My gaze dropped to her full breasts. I trailed a finger in the valley between them and watched as her nipples responded to my touch. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.”

“You make me feel like the sexiest woman in the world,” she said.

“That’s because you are.”

Unable to resist, I cupped her breasts and rubbed my thumbs over her already peaked nipples. She parted her lips and her breathing grew heavier. I loved knowing that I could affect her with a mere touch. I tugged at her nipples and she let out a cry.

My cock jerked against my belly and Bianca inched forward, resting her pussy on it. She rocked back and forth, coating her arousal juices over my cock.

“Ride me sweetheart,” I said to her.

I expected her to raise her hips and guide my cock inside her pussy, instead, she turned around completely, giving me the tantalizing view of her ass.

“Like this?” Bianca said and shook her curvy ass playfully.

“Love it,” I said, breathing heavily.

I rested my hand on her ass cheek and gripped my cock with the other. I hissed as she lowered herself on my steel hard cock and then moved my hand away to give her room.

She sunk all the way down, her tight pussy stretching to accommodate my cock from that angle. Her pussy lips rested on my balls and her ass on my belly. I caressed and squeezed it.

I growled as she raised herself and then brought her pussy back down. I closed my eyes as intense pleasure took hold of me. I gripped her ass firmly and rocked with her as she rode me.

When I sensed her getting tired, I held her in place and fucked into her. Her cries filled the room, interspersed with my groans. Bianca recovers and bounces on my cock faster and faster. It feels as if her pussy is milking my cock and I love that feeling of being gripped so tightly.

With a loud cry, Bianca orgasms and I sit up and grab her tits as she comes, pinching them gently to intensify her pleasure.

“Fuck yeah,” she says over and over again.

I teether on the edge but when she clenched her muscles again, my cock throbs before cum gushes out of me. I felt all emptied out after all the sex that Bianca and I had enjoyed in the night and morning.

There was something about walking into a room with a beautiful woman on your arm. Add another point if she’s your woman and not a date for the day. The room in that case was the church where Jenna and Jerry were having the official part of their wedding.

Bianca and I sat down in one of the pews, surrounded by the happy chatter of the other guests. I sneaked a glance at her. She caught my eye and we smiled. I could have bet that she was also remembering the wonderful night we’d had.

“You look beautiful in that dress,” I whispered to her. “Though I prefer you without it.”

“Ssssh,” Bianca whispered, a laugh laced in her voice. “You shouldn’t say such things in a church.”

“That’s your catholic guilt talking,” I teased. Bianca’s parents had taken them to a Catholic church before they split up. That and skiing were one of her happiest memories.

It wasn’t long before the wedding began and the ushers and the groom arranged themselves at the front of the church. The wedding march stared playing and the bridesmaids, strolled in and later, it was the bride’s turn. We all got to our feet and cheered when Jenna walked in holding the arm of a man, I assumed to be her father.

She waved at Bianca and winked at me as she glided by.

It was a touching ceremony and I could easily see Bianca and me getting married as well. After the church ceremony, we drove to a nearby hotel, where the reception was being held.

“I love the décor,” Bianca said as we strolled into the ballroom.

“Yeah, it’s pretty.” We were shown to our table, joining three other guests whom we exchanged pleasantries with.

“I’d love to have our wedding in Colorado,” I said, putting out feelers.

Bianca didn’t respond at first and a panicky feeling came over me. Had I misread things between us? In the last few weeks, she had relaxed and it was rare to hear her talk about her parents’ failed marriages.

I had taken that to mean that she had accepted that not all marriages were as crazy as her parents. Now I wasn’t so sure.

“I’d like that too,” she finally said and I let out a deep exhale.

The reception was nice too and Jenna and Jerry were a fun couple who made it interesting even for someone like me who hadn’t met them before. We ate and then admired them as they took to the dance floor for their first dance.

Then it was time for everyone else to join in. I took Bianca’s hand and led her to the dance floor for the slow dance. She felt so soft and so good in my arms. Aware that we were in the view of other people, I kept my hands on her waist and resisted the urge to hold her tightly against my body.

After two more dances, it grew hot on the dance floor and I invited Bianca for a walk in the gardens.

It was a beautiful evening as we strolled hand in hand amongst the rose bushes and other flowers bursting with color. A nice breeze cooled the air and the flowers perfumed it with their scents.

We stopped in a patch of grass and I pulled Bianca into my arms. I kissed her hungrily as if I had taken her outside to make out which had definitely not been the case. I lowered my hands and grabbed her ass possessively.

She broke the kiss after a few minutes. “Are you enjoying yourself? I know weddings can be a bit boring if you don’t know the couple.”

“No, I’m enjoying myself. I could be in the desert and still have a ball—as long as I’m with you,” I said.

“You say the sweetest things,” she said.

She stayed in my arms and we swayed together as if we were dancing to music only the two of us could hear.

“What we have is serious for me Bianca,” I said, staring into her eyes.

She nodded. “I know. It’s serious for me too. You’re special Connor and you and your family have convinced me that these things can work.”

I laughed at her inability to say the word ‘marriage’. “They’re called marriages.”

Bianca beamed sheepishly. “I know, it just sounds less scary if I don’t actually say the word.”

“You’ll get there,” I said and lowered my head to kiss her again. “We should go back. The wedding reception isn’t over yet.”

Bianca laughed and moved out of my arms.

The DJ was playing an energetic tempo when we returned to the reception and Bianca and I went straight to the dance floor. I wasn’t the best dancer but Bianca made it easy and fun.

Afterwards, we went to the bar on the far end of the room and ordered drinks. We had a lot of time to chat as apart from Jenna and Jerry, we didn’t know the other guests.

“I dare you to go for it,” I said to Bianca when it was time for the bride to toss her flowers.

A determined look came over Bianca’s features. “What do I get if I catch it?”

I leaned forward. “I’ll eat you out until you come twice.”

Her cheeks pinked up. “But you do that anyway.”

“Okay. I’ll let you suck my cock then,” I said.

She stuck out her hand. “You’ve got yourself a deal mister.”

I sat back and enjoyed watching Bianca as she positioned herself at an angle she deemed the best for catching the bouquet. There was a lot of playful banter as the ladies prepared themselves to catch it.

When Jenna threw it, she aimed it in Bianca’s direct path and all she had to do was to reach for it.

I shook my head as she walked back to the bar, holding her prize. “Not fair,” I said. “I wanted scrambling and falling to the floor.”

Bianca laughed. “Don’t be a sore loser. You’re a better man than that.”