The red bridesmaid dress is just the right shade to go with Kim's hair and it hugs her curves in a way that makes my mouth water.

The fact that she lets me slide the ring back onto her finger sends adrenaline rushing through me. The fact that she lets me hold her face between my palms and tenderly kiss her till the tears stop streaming down her face calms my anxiety.

But it's the feel of her hands slipping under the lapels of my tuxedo jacket and flattening out over my chest as her mouth opens and her tongue slips against mine that finally convinces me she's not going to argue.

In fact, everything about the way Kim's hands slide down my torso till they're tugging my shirt tails out of my pants so she can reach my bare skin tells me that she's very much agreeing with every thing I just told her.

My hands move down her back and lower the zipper on her dress. The front loosens and with a shrug of her shoulders, Kim manages to free herself from the fitted top.

Fuck, her tits are perfection as they fill my hands.

"Wait." Kim pants as she breaks from our kiss. For a terrifying second I worry that she's pulling back, changing her mind, about to slip that ring back off her finger and tell me to go to hell. "If I ruin this dress before the ceremony there'll be hell to pay." She shoots me a wicked little grin as she stands up in the tight space left between the chair and my knees and lets the crimson gown slide down her body and onto the floor.

Watching her pale flesh revealed takes my breath away. I get to my feet and move back, giving her some space to bend down and pick up the discarded dress.

It also gives me a chance to admire the dip of her waist where the fancy strapless bra sits low and connects at her back-- I reach out, dragging my fingers down her spine and unsnap the thing, watching it fall to the floor and letting her breasts swing freely as she tosses her dress over the top of the partition that divides this portion of the room from the rest.

Kim giggles at me as my hands refuse to let her move freely. Continuing to caress the smooth curve of her back and wrapping around her waist where it narrows just before the flare of her hips.

My dick swells, so fucking hard it hurts, and I dig my fingers greedily into that soft, freckled skin, pulling her backward so that I can press my cock against her ass.

"You're killin me here," I growl in her ear.

Her back arches, pushing back against me and she gasps as I reach around and pinch one nipple and then the other.

The pale pink buds are so hard, puckered tightly into extended peaks. Every touch seems to drive her a little further out of her mind. Her head dropping back to my chest as she arches against me.

When I look down at her sweet face contorted in pleasure I almost come in my pants. Which is about the time I remember that I'm not any more done with this tux than she is with that dress-- and I want out of it like it's on fire anyway.

I can't stop what I'm doing long enough to undress just yet though, Kim's eyes are closed and her bottom lip is caught between her teeth as my hand slips low on her body and into the tiny triangle of black lace that's barely big enough to cover the thatch of red curls that adorn the soft mound that leads to that hidden button that I'm seeking.

Moving my hand lower, I slip my fingers between her soft outer lips. The rasped intake of breath that catches in my chest when I feel her wet heat coating my fingertips echoes the gasp that sends her head lolling against my chest.

Looking down at her like this, watching the color creep into her skin and the look of abandoned thought taking over her sweet features as she leans back against me while I continue to slide my fingers through her slick petals, makes me wish we had more time.

I wish we weren't in some makeshift dressing room in a hotel ballroom. I wish we had time to go upstairs to my room where I could lay Kim's body out on the bed and show her just how much I've missed her these last few weeks.

I wish I wasn't still in my tux so I could feel the silky skin of her back pressed to my bare chest as I watch the fine sheen of perspiration break out over her body.

Kim's arms are behind her, wrapped around my hips with her hands grasping my thighs. I flex the muscles against her hands and brace her weight as her fingers dig in to grip me tighter while her breathing turns ragged and she rides my hand till her breathless gasps turn to light moans.

I feel the change in her body as her frantic movements turn to tense muscles. Kim's eyes pop open and she looks up to mine and then she's coming, her whole body locked in the moment while I try to keep my pressure and rhythm just right to bring her through it when all I want to do is bury my cock inside her pulsing little cunt.

"I need to get inside you," I'm surprised at the needy sound of my own voice, desperate and hoarse, as I move away from her only long enough to start tugging off clothes.

Kim nods vigorously as she wordlessly works to get me free of the clothes I can't seem to work on my own. Her fingers making deft work of the clip on the bow tie, the little studs on the dress shirt where buttons should be, the cummerbund that I've merely managed to twist to the side.

"If we get cum all over your tux she's going to kill us," Kim giggles as she makes the fly on these stupid pants seems effortless, "these black pants will show everything and we'll be the talk of the reception."

I feel stupid that I can't even manage to get this monkey suit off without her help. Hell, I'd just rip through it and pay the tux shop for the damages. I don't give a fuck about getting jizz on the fabric or even if I make the ceremony at all at this point.

At least I'm capable of kicking off my shoes so I can step out of the pants as Kim quickly tosses them over the screen with her dress.

There's just a couple of chairs in here. Not much to work with unless I throw her down on the floor.

I'm not saying I'm above that right now. Kim's got her hand wrapped around the base of my cock and she's pulling me toward her as she lands in one of the chairs.

When I look down at her full lips smearing red lipstick down my shaft I think I'm going to bust.

"Up," I'm rougher than I mean to be as I grab her by the upper arm and pull her up. Kim's eyes widen in surprise but she doesn't argue as I flip her around so she's on her knees on the chair. "I need to fuck to you," I ground out coarsely as I push her shoulders forward.

Her hands catch herself against the back of the wing-back chair as I yank her hips back toward me.

With a little moan that has my balls aching, Kim arches her back and moves her knees apart on the floral cushion of the hotel chair. Her ass juts out, rising toward me and presenting that perfect pink little slit, glistening with the remnants of her last orgasm and evidence of new need begging me to fill her.

I want to get down on my knees and bury my face there, lick up that sweet honey and fuck her with my tongue till she's squirming all over my face and screaming my name. But a glimpse at my watch reminds me some things are going to have to wait.