"Do it again. Make me come again." I welcome his tongue as he delves in deep and strokes mine. It's a sensual kiss that feels like fucking too.
My hands glide down his back, his arms, his chest, meeting his thrusts with my own. He slides out so painfully and deliciously slowly and then rams back inside, hitting the deepest part of me and making me moan. "I want to fuck you so hard and bring this house down. Fuck the wedding."
I laugh and wrap my arms around him, my nails scraping the back of his head. "There's a family in the other room."
He groans. "We should go back home. Lock ourselves in and forget about the world."
"We should."
He pulls my bottom lip with his teeth and kisses me slowly. "My wife."
My response is a moan and a roll of my hips that makes him clench and grunt. He loves it, but he also says:
"You're going to make me come like that."
"I thought that was the goal?"