The Best Man's Speech

Maya's hand found my thigh under the white linen tablecloth. The wedding band on her finger glinted in the tent lights as her fingers walked upward, slow, deliberate. We'd been married three years, but her eyes had that look tonight—the one from that first summer, when she'd pushed me against the wall of her apartment building and told me exactly what she wanted.

"You're staring at the bride," she whispered, her nails digging into my leg just above the knee.

"Just admiring the dress."

"Bullshit." She squeezed, and I felt my cock twitch against the fabric of my pants. "You're thinking about what we did in our hotel room last night. About how I let you have me from behind, bent over that ridiculous floral headboard."

"Something like that."

The DJ cued up a slow song, and the dance floor filled with drunk uncles and giggling bridesmaids. Maya leaned closer, her breath warm against my ear. Her perfume was driving me insane—something floral and expensive she'd bought for the occasion, but all I could smell was her skin underneath.

"This is boring," she said. "Let's go somewhere."

"Like where?"

She stood up, smoothing her dark blue dress. It was backless, dipping dangerously low, and I caught a glimpse of the lacy edge of her panties when she turned. "The groomsmen told me there's a supply closet in the back. With a lock."

My heart hammered. We'd never done anything like this. We were the couple who planned their sex, who waited for bedtime, who whispered dirty things in the dark but never acted on them.

"You're serious?"

"I've been thinking about it all day." She grabbed my hand, pulling me through the crowd. "That speech you gave—the one about how you met me at that bar and knew I was trouble—you have no idea what it did to me."

The supply closet was cramped and dark, smelling of dust and cleaning supplies. Maya pulled me inside and pushed me against the wall, her mouth finding mine before I could even close the door. Her tongue swept into my mouth, demanding, and I tasted champagne and the salt of her excitement.

"I've been wet since the ceremony," she breathed, grinding against me. "Every time you looked at me, I thought about how you'd fuck me tonight. How you'd take me like you wanted to."

My hands found the zipper of her dress, and she turned her back to me. "Do it. Quick."

The dress fell to her waist, revealing her bare breasts. I cupped them, feeling the weight, running my thumbs over her hard nipples. She arched into my touch, a low moan escaping her lips.

"Touch me," she whispered. "Down there. Please."

I hiked her dress up around her hips, sliding my hand into her panties. She was soaked. Her hips bucked against my fingers as I stroked her clit in slow circles, then pushed two fingers inside her. She gasped, biting her lip.

"That's it," she breathed. "Right there."

I worked her open, feeling her tighten around my fingers. She grabbed at my belt, fumbling with the buckle. "I need you inside me. Now."

I pulled my cock out, and she let out a shaky breath. "God, you're hard already."

"Shut up and turn around."

She braced herself against a shelf of cleaning supplies, and I slid into her from behind in one smooth stroke. She cried out, a sharp, breathless sound. I gripped her hips, feeling her ass press against me with every thrust.

"Fuck, Maya. You feel incredible."

"Don't stop," she begged, pushing back against me. "Please, don't stop."

The closet was hot, airless. The sound of our bodies slapping together echoed off the metal shelves. I reached around and found her clit again, rubbing in tight circles as I pounded into her. Her legs started shaking.

"I'm close," she panted. "Oh, God, I'm so close."

"Come on my cock, baby. Let go."

She came with a strangled cry, her whole body shuddering around me. The sight of her losing control pushed me over the edge. I buried myself deep and came inside her, a hot rush that made her moan again.

For a moment we stood there, breathing hard, tangled in the dim light. Then, slowly, she turned around, her eyes soft in the darkness. She reached up and touched my face, her thumb tracing my jawline.

"I love you," she said quietly.

"I love you too."

She laughed, a little breathless. "We're terrible people. We're missing the cake cutting."

"Worth it."

She pulled her dress back up, and I helped her with the zipper. She smoothed her hair, checking her reflection in a dusty mirror. "We should probably go back before someone notices."

"Let them notice." I pulled her against me, kissing her forehead. "I'd do it all over again."

She smiled, that wicked smile from the first night we met. "I know. That's why I married you."

CATEGORIES: [Wedding, Hot chick, Just the Two of Us, In the Dark, Dominance]