"No when they are screaming its going to be me, kicking you out of bed to deal with them," she teased back, digging into her food as they twins settled, "Can we relax tonight love? Movie or some reading, whatever lets me cuddle you."
"Or it'll be me hiding under the covers in fear." He says with a laugh before nodding to her. "Movie sounds good." He admits to her. "It'd have to be your choice though, I'm no good at picking movies." He says with a chuckle.
He chuckles at the idea of another romantic movie, they seemed to be watching a lot of them these days.
He sits down next to her on the couch and puts his free arm around her, watching the movie with her while being content with the fact that's he is next to the woman he loves.
Three days fly by and the next thing Arya knows she is at the alter, marrying her soul mate across from her. The wedding was short and sweet, and the reception was a blast, hosted at Serena and Alex's house so the gang could kick back, drink a bunch, and have a great time. Serena was the only mandatory sober one, but she looked beautiful in her dress nonetheless. And everyone had a million questions for her.
The day flew by and by ten oclock at night the limo arrived to take Kyle and Arya to their honeymoon suite in a five star hotel near the airport in San Francisco. The next morning they had their flight, but tonight...tonight was all about them. Getting into the limo, Arya squealed, still in her wedding dress as she watched Kyle climb in.
"You are about to be a lot happier," she joked back, kissing his cheek, her stomach full of butterflies, "Would you do me the honor of helping me out of this dress?
He laughs, taking a look at the dress. "How does it unzip...? Does it unzip? Oh god I know nothing about dresses." He says with a laugh as he walks around her, attempting to find how to get the dress off.
He finally finds out how to and helps her out of it before stripping his tuxedo, hanging it up by the door before opening it and sliding the 'do not disturb' sign on to the door before locking it.
He turns towards her, now only in an undershirt and underwear and grins. "Three years of buildup." He says with a laugh.
She stands nervously in front of him, dressed in her wedding lingerie - a lacy white bra with matching panties and garters.
"Yeah," she shivered, obviously nervous,"Well husband are you going to whisk me to that bed? Or will you continue to stand there and gawk at how I look?"
They settle into the bed, both of them still dressed in their under garments. She rolled on top of him, straddling his hips and just sitting there, admiring the man she could now call husband.
"It does," she grinned, giddy with anticipation as she leaned down to kiss him, feeling his words against her lips, "I think I am. Are you?"
Kyle laughs. "Baby, I've been ready since Bolivia, that's two years." He says with a chuckle. He nuzzles his head against hers, muttering to her. "You're so amazing that you've kept me interested.." He grins.
His hands go to his undershirt, pulling it off and tossing it wherever so that it would land on the floor. He feels himself becoming hard as she straddles him, so he leans forward and starts to kiss her stomach.
She hums happily, her hands roaming through his hair as she rocks a little on him, feeling him grow harder against her thigh.
"My lingerie was cheap," she whispered, "Easily ripable."
Pulling his head up to hers she crushed his lips with hers, Arya's tongue forcing itself between his lips to play in his mouth making her groan. Her hands held his face to hers as she tucked and rolled to the side, pulling him overtop of her so her gained full control.
He feels his grin grow when she speaks of her lingerie, his hands staying on her hips for the moment but now they understand their next move.
He kisses her back hungrily, his tongue moving around with hers, wrestling with her tongue at every opportunity available.
His hands slide up her sides to her bra, tearing it off and discarding it before switching with her, this time so that she lays on top of him beofre starting the kiss again, yearning to feel her body against his completely.
"Take off my boxers.." He mumbles to her while still kissing her hungrily.
She did as requested, digging her nails into the seam of his boxers until it tore, then ripping it down the side and discarding it off the bed. Her hips grinded against his, eager to be naked and against him even though she still wore her garters and underwears.
"Garters next," she growled into his neck, kissing down to his chest, her breasts pressing into his chests, her nipples hardening at his touch on her hips.
Kyle feels a shiver run down his spine as his boxers are ripped from him, his eyes roll up into the back of his head as she kisses his chest, the feeling of her hot lips against his heated skin drives him to continue.
His hands clutch her garters, ripping them sideways as to reveal her pussy to him before throwing the two pieces away, locking his eyes with hers.
Her eyes never leave his, even as her mouth continued to play along his chest, leaving soft kisses on his skin. She kisses up to his lips once more, then rolls again, pulling herself underneath him. The covers are everywhere, the bed a mess with their rolling, but she doesn't care. They are naked now and pressed tightly together, his erection hovering over her.
"Don't make us wait any longer," she sighed, running her hands down his back.
Kyle pushes himself forward so that his cock enters her, but slowly as to get her used to the feeling. This new feeling makes him want to just go fast and get into her but he knows that might hurt her so he makes sure to take it slow, as it is both of their first time.
She grits her teeth and closes her eyes, the inital feeling like fire through her, unused to feeling anything but his fingers down there. Relax...just relax...
As she breathes out and lets herself sink into the bed it becomes easier, her muscles loosening and letting him slide in more. The feeling of it is strange and alien to her, but also sensual and incredibly intimate. God, she was happy she waited.
"Keep going," her breath sounded labored, as if she was already beginning to enjoy it, "How...how does this feel for you?"
"It feels amazing baby.." He says as he starts to strike up a steady pace, in and out slowly and softly, unless she were to ask him to go harder then he would stick with this pace as to allow them both to enjoy it.
He sets a pace, and the feeling is unbelievable. She starts groaning, her nails digging into his hair and she smothers him with a kiss, her back arched into him to feel him deeper. She feels her climax start to rise, and tries to control it, pushing it down to make it last as long as possible.
Her hands roam his body, touching him everywhere till they rest on his bare ass, pushing him in deeper, signalling her could do more. That she wanted more...needed more.
He kisses her back, groaning into her mouth as he feels her hands all over his body, his nails dig into her back, leaving little red marks.
He starts going faster, increasing his speed marginally so that she can get used to it until he is finally going as fast and hard as he can without completely wearing himself out.
"Ohhhh, oh god. Yeeees Kyle. Fuuuck," she moans loudly as the bed creaks, her nails digging into his ass as his pace gets faster, pushing her closer and closer to climax.
Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)
