do what you want

The wedding cake was fresh. made with German chocolate and covered in flowers. It had a strawberry filling and tasted delicious. But the finishing touch to this amazing cake was that it wasn’t your hand that was feeding you.

Standing behind you with his arm wrapped around your waist was the man you married. Sammy. Your newlywed husband held the fork while you chewed the cake.

“Is it good?” Sammy whispers. You look at him.

“It’s perfect.” You responded. he smiles and rubs your hip.

———

The wedding went on forever. And by the end of the night, there was obvious sexual tension. It wasn’t purposeful, at least at the beginning.

You had accidentally grazed Sammy’s groin while walking past him. He slipped tongue at the end of your wedding dance. Then things got progressively more sexual.

You’d sit on his lap instead of your chair. He would whisper praises to you. You would have your bridesmaids give him sexual notes you had written. He would rub your thigh secretively. It was a lot.

but now you didn’t have to hide or be quiet, because now you were at a hotel. And you could do anything you wanted in the secluded space.

You both had slid into comfortable “clothes”, which were really just your underwear. You were in Sammy’s lap, kissing whatever your lips could touch, and he would occasionally grind against you.

It drove you crazy, the way it was already getting you so hot and bothered, and it was still in his boxers. he pulled away and pushed you down onto the hotel bed.