Ariel

 

“Faster, Dillon,” I beg him as he pumps his hips forward and back, burying himself to the root inside of me.

“You want it hard and fast, baby?”

“God yes, please.”

“Like this?” he asks adding a twist with his hips, hitting me in just the right spot. His speed is random, quick-quick, slow…keeping me off guard and anticipating what his next move might be.

“Please, Dillon, don’t play with me.”

“You want it like this?” he asks as he begins to pump inside of me at a fast, brutal pace.

“Yes! Just like that!” I say as my second orgasm of the morning takes over my body. I start lifting my hips up meeting him halfway, he removes his arms from framing my face and lays on top of me grabbing my hips. He sits back on his haunches and pulls my lower half up, giving him utter control of my movements. With my hips in his hands, he slams inside of my pussy over and over again.

“That’s it, baby, squeeze my dick. Yeah just like that. Fuck!” he screams out slamming into me one final time.

“Is death by orgasm a real thing?” I ask him, trying to catch my breath.

“If it is, it’s a way I’d choose to go. I could think of other deaths that wouldn’t quite be so satisfying. I wouldn’t mind meeting my maker while buried deep inside your pussy, baby.”

“Neanderthal,” I say slapping his chest. But he’s right, if I had to choose a way to go, I’d pick that way any day of the week.

“C’mon, baby, let’s get up and get showered before the women come and force me to leave,” he says, grabbing my arm and pulling me up. I follow his lead as he escorts me to the bathroom. I can’t believe that in just a few short hours I will be walking down the aisle and becoming his forever.

Mrs. Ariel Connelly, I like the sound of it and the way it rolls off my tongue. It’s natural and feels like it’s been that way my entire life. I’m having a hard time coming to grips that I’m getting my happily ever after. My last relationship made me keep holding men back at an arm’s length after it ended the way it did.

I have found my Mr. Right.

 

 

I have just finished my shower with Dillon—where he washed me from the bottom of my feet to the top of my head—slowly, paying special attention to my breast and vaginal area…we have barely managed to get out of the shower, and dried off when the ‘bridesmaids from hell’ come charging in. They push my intended groom forcefully out of the room. He barely has his feet in both legs of his jeans and is pulling them up and hopping around, trying to cover up his goods from their prying eyes. I have to literally throw clothes out of the room so he’ll have something to wear while making his way over to Marcus’ room—where his wedding apparel is neatly pressed and waiting for him.

“I’ll see you at the end of the aisle, baby,” he says as the door gets slammed shut in his face.

“Lord have mercy, baby girl, that man will keep you very happy for the rest of your life. Your father looked like that too when we first met…and I never felt neglected or unloved by him,” Mom says, lost in the past.

“Eww…” Em says scrunching up her nose at Mom’s statement.

“Mom seriously! We do not need to have implications of yours and dad’s marital bliss. Just thinking about y’all doing the dirty has me needing to bleach my brain. That is a visual I don’t need up here,” Rainey says pointing to her head. I’m just sitting here stunned, trying to contain the food in my stomach that I’ve eaten in the last decade or so.

“I agree with both statements,” I tell her.

“Oh come on, how do you think the three of you got here?”

“The stork dropped us off,” Em says.

“Immaculate conception is the way I’d prefer to think of it,” I tell them.

“Immaculate conception works for me,” Rainey says.

“That’s ludicrous, you can’t tell me you girls don’t have sex with those fine men of yours,” Mom says while getting my dress from its garment bag.

“Okay, who’s with me on the fact that we do not need to talk about sex with Mom around?” Rainey raises her hand like we’re still in school. Deciding to follow Rainey’s lead, Em and I both raise our hands and stand in union with her.

“Pish-posh, I could give you girls some pointers on how to keep your men happy in the bedroom,” Mom scolds us.

This time all three of us unanimously ‘Ewww’ her at the same time.

“Whatever, I kept my man and he never strayed. Not one time!”

“That’s because you threatened his manhood every time he walked out the door,” I remind her.

“Well, it worked didn’t it?”

“So you’re saying I should threaten the safety of Dillon’s dick every time he leaves the house?”

“Whatever it takes to remind them what’s awaiting them when they get home,” she says to us as simple as stating the sky is blue.

“Trust me, he’ll remember what’s waiting for him…just in a different way.” Now it’s Mom’s turn to scrunch her nose up in disgust.

“I think you girls are right, we shouldn’t talk about sex,” Mom says causing the three of us to crack up.