Alex tenses under my touch, giving me pause. She says she’s ready, but I’m not one hundred percent sure at the moment. I don’t want to scare her off or do something she doesn’t like. It’s not like we can sit down and fill out a questionnaire about what we like and don’t like. I can see it now, Do you like your clit sucked, bit, tugged, or all of the above? Talk about making sex as impersonal as you can get.

I kiss my way up her thigh and nuzzle the outside of her pink panties, inhaling her scent. Her hips flex and I smile against her skin. Maybe she’s nervous that we’ll get caught and that this is what she really wants. I like the idea of teasing her though, so I move to her other thigh and make my way down her leg, nipping at her skin as I go along.

When I get to her leg, I pick it and pay special attention to the back of her knee. I either read or heard somewhere that this is an erogenous zone for women and this feels like the best time to test my limited knowledge. One lick and Alex’s heel slams into my back.

Her eyes go wide and she covers her mouth. “Sorry,” she mumbles behind her hand. I chuckle and mentally add this spot for later exploration. I look at this woman, the one I have been fighting for, and smile. She squirms under my gaze, a sure sign that she’s probably growing impatient with my stalling. Truthfully, so am I, but I’m jumpy. I’m afraid that I won’t live up to her standards. It’s a tall task to be someone’s partner after they’ve been hurt by another.

Gently, I put one of her legs on the back of the couch and the other over my shoulder. Bending forward, my arm goes under her thigh and back over so my fingers can grip her panties. There isn’t time for me to undress her, although the thought of taking her thong home is very appealing. My response to her arousal is automatic. My dick hardens knowing that I’m about to taste this woman for the first time. I keep my eyes focused on her as my tongue darts out and flicks her bud. Her hips buck and her fingers grip my hair. When she doesn’t tell me to stop, I forge head and lick my tongue softly along the slit of her lips.

I peek at Alex to make sure she’s still okay before turning my attention to her glistening pussy. Another lick elicits a moan and her hips buck. I delve my tongue inside, tasting her sweetness, and exploring every square inch of her. My thumb rubs her swollen clit until my mouth takes over, nipping and sucking on her bud. Alex thrashes around, muttering out a slew of favorable yesses and refers to me as God.

Alex gasps when I slip a finger inside of her. The heel of her foot pushes into my shoulder blade with each pump. “You’re so fucking tight,” I whisper against her skin. Thinking about being buried balls deep inside of her has my dick straining against my pants. I’m going to have to go rub one out before we return to the wedding.

Fuck, the wedding. I almost forgot, and am hoping that no one is really missing her right now, although I sort of like the idea if they are. Alex’s other leg drops to my shoulder as I continue to work her over with my tongue and finger. Softly, I push in a second and she tightens, until it’s coated in her wetness and moving freely in and out of her core.

With my mouth on her clit and my fingers thrusting rapidly, her legs tighten around my head, holding me in place as her hips buck, fucking my face. She cries out and tries to muffle the rest of her noises. I want to tell her that tonight she can scream as loud as she wants, that I want everyone to know and hear that her boyfriend is fucking her.

“I’m gonna come … oh my God, I’m gonna …”

Her words have me moving faster. I want to watch her, to see her face as she unleashes her essence all over my fingers, but I don’t want to stop. The jab of her heels into my back and the rigid pulling of my hair is a sure sign that she’s about to explode.

I pull back slightly and rub her clit vigorously, pumping my fingers inside of her warmth. She all but flies off the couch when her walls start contracting, making me wish it were my dick that was inside of her. I slow down and ride out the wave of euphoria until I pull my hand away from her and stick my fingers in my mouth to taste her again.

Alex lies there with her legs haphazardly placed around me, her panties sort of on her but not, and her beautiful dress pushed up over her hips. Leaning forward, I kiss her deeply, letting her taste herself off my lips. She pulls me down, in between her legs, and starts to grind against me.

“Not here, babe.” It’s agonizing to tell her that, but I don’t want our first time be in the dressing room at some fancy wedding. Reluctantly, I sit back and try to adjust without hurting myself.

“Are you sure? I could …” Her eyes fall to my dick, which is pitching a circus size tent.

I shake my head. “Tonight,” I murmur as my thumb strokes her cheek. “Let’s get you back out there before your friends start to wonder.”

Alex nods and stands up. She fixes herself rather easily and checks her reflection in the mirror. Thank God for hairspray because her hair looks flawless—not that I’d find anything wrong with her ever.

We walk out of the room, as if we had taken a wrong turn. There are only a few people in the hallway and none of them seem suspicious. When I see the sign for the bathroom, I pull Alex close. “I need to go take care of my problem.”

“I could’ve helped,” she says into my ear as her hand ghosts over the front of my pants, making my dick jump.

Holding back a groan, I bite her shoulder. “Baby, I want to fuck you so bad right now, but if my dick sees you, it’s game over.”

Alex fucking giggles and it kills me. “How long will you be?”

I step back and look at my very hard dick. “Seconds at this rate.”

“I’ll meet you at the table.” She kisses me softly and sashays away. Thankfully she doesn’t look back before disappearing into the ballroom. Fortunately for me, the bathroom is empty. I pick the stall at the end and lock myself in, thankful for the floor to ceiling walls.

I groan as soon as my hand wraps around my dick. It doesn’t take much for me to imagine that I’m with Alex as I start to stroke my cock. I’ve never timed myself when it comes to jacking off, but I’m willing to bet this is a record. I’m half of a dozen rubs in when my balls tighten. Somehow, I’m able to grab a fistful of toilet paper before I come all over the place.

Each grunt is met with hip action and a spurt into the wad of paper. It’s ridiculous that my body thinks that I’m actually fucking someone, aside from air. It’s almost like my hips needed to move in order to expel the contents.

I clean up as quickly as I can and return to the reception. It doesn’t take me long to spot Alex, who isn’t at our table, but standing off to the side, chatting with her friend Dani. Coming up behind her, I place my hand on her hip and kiss her shoulder.

“Would you like to dance?” I ask her, hoping that she’ll say yes. Looking at me from over her shoulder, Alex nods. She gives her hand and I lead her out and onto the floor. She feels good in my arms, like she was meant to be here. This wedding was a turning point for us. I don’t know if it’s because weddings are emotional and can bring out the best and worst in people, or because she’s ready. Either way, I don’t care. I have her in my arms and there isn’t any other place I’d rather be.

Our foreheads rest against each other’s, both of us knowing that the dynamic in our relationship has shifted, and for the better. No, I don’t want to say things are better. They’re different and it’s that good kind of different people embrace.

“I know you said you can’t dance, but I can. All you have to do is relax and let me move your body. Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” she replies, as her fingers play with the back of my hair.

She trusts me. I swallow the lump in my throat. It couldn’t have been easy for her say yes, knowing that she’s been hurt in the past. The fact that she trusts me—whether it’s with dancing or being intimate with her when anyone could’ve walked in on us—means everything to me. I guess patience and perseverance really does pay off.

The song switches and I guide her into the middle of the dance floor. Other women stare at her as I twirl her around and command her body to do things she never knew she was capable of. Alex laughs, she apologizes profusely when she steps on my toes, she tumbles, and she glides like a princess fairy across the dance floor.

When I dip her, I take advantage of her elongated neck and exposed skin, and I kiss her softly, working my way up her body as I pull her up until our eyes meet and our lips finally connect. We kiss throughout the remainder of the song, parting only when someone booms into the microphone that it’s time for the bouquet toss.

I leave her standing in the middle of the floor as her friend from work comes rushing toward her. At the bar, I grab a drink and watch as the gaggle of women crowd together.

“Hey, man. Sorry, but I forgot your name,” the man next to me says as he shakes my hand.

“Kai. You’re Dani’s ex, right?”

“Yeah, Ben McCormick. So have you and Alex been dating long?”

I shake my head. “A couple of weeks,” I tell him. “We met at a function my boss was having. She was catering it.”

Ben laughs. “Man, she used to cook for all of us in home economics class. We would scramble to find out which hour she had it just so we could eat her food.”

“I don’t blame you. Alex can cook. It’s a good thing I have a gym membership.”

“I hear that.”

Ben and I cease talking when the bouquet flies through the air. I’m straining to see if my girl catches, but the crowd is too thick. I see an arm raised, but can’t tell if it’s Alex or not.

When she bursts through the crowd, the beaming smile on her face tells all. I don’t even notice the arrangement hanging by her side.

“Looks like you’re next, buddy.” Ben slaps me on the shoulder and takes off after Dani.

“Well will you look at that,” I say, as I pull her close to me.

“I out jumped them all.”

“Maybe this calls for a little celebration?”

“What’d you have in mind?” she asks.

I lean and whisper into her ear, “My bed and you screaming my name?”

Alex flushes. Pulling her lower lip in between her teeth, she nods. We leave without saying good-bye. No need to alert anyone because it will only lead to questions.