Extra Fun at a Wedding

I stare back at the finished product in the mirror and let out a puff of air. My 'always a bridesmaid never a bride' status has earned me some very unflattering dresses, but this one takes the cake. I have never been a size 2 with a flat chest, and don't plan to become so anytime soon. My breasts are all but spilling out the top and my ass is being hugged so tight that if I attempt any kind of dancing the seams may just burst. The coral color is the final straw for washing me out.

"At least you spent the money for a hairstyle and makeup." I say to myself trying to salvage my self-esteem. It's not like eyes are meant to be on me today anyway, but there is one set I would like to impress.

Chris and I have been dating for a short while now, and I am completely smitten. He is handsome, generous, funny, and direct. All qualities I love in a man. We had been on four dates that had gone perfectly when I asked him to come to this wedding with me. I had planned to hold out until tonight, but an impossibly romantic evening last weekend had earned him sex earlier than planned. I'm almost glad of that now, though. I want my first time with a man to be genuine and without 'extras' as I like to call them. It let me know more about him on an intimate level, which means tonight I can show him the more adventurous side of what I like in the bedroom.

I look over at my bag of 'extras' and smile to myself. He had to work late, so he is meeting me at the wedding venue. One more once-over of the atrocity they call a dress and I'm readying the rest of myself for the evening.

Once I'm at the venue I immediately start looking for him. Of course there is little for cell service in this 'cute venue in the middle of the woods' as it was explained to us about 30 times. I'm getting frustrated looking for my date and realize I'm neglecting my bridesmaid duties. I attempt one final text and go into the room with all of the other women who also don't look good in the too-tight, coral atrocity the bride made us all wear. I move Chris to the back of my mind and get back to being a good friend and bridesmaid.

The wedding goes without a hitch and is lovely, despite the coral. It takes every ounce of strength in me not to look out into the crowd to search for Chris like a little kid at a Christmas Pageant desperately looking for Mom and Dad. He said he would be here, so he is here I think to myself.

After the wedding I start to think maybe Mr. Perfect isn't quite as great as he seemed as the line of well-wishers starts to dwindle and I'm left standing with the wedding party. A moment of sheer panic starts to grip me and I feel tears spring to my eyes at the thought of getting stood up at my friend's wedding. Just when my tears start to feel heavier and are dangerously close to streaking down my face a hand comes around my waist and I turn to see Mr. Perfect smiling down at me. He looks devastating in a suit.

Before I can ask him where he has been he reads my mind and bends down to whisper, "Didn't mean to make you think I was a no-show. I was near the back, and couldn't catch your eye. As the ceremony ended I got a phone call I had to take, so I missed the procession line. Forgive me?"

Like I said, direct and honest. I had no reason not to trust him at this point, and his little ask of forgiveness at the end for such an innocent crime made me melt. It also gave me an idea.

"You may have my forgiveness on one condition." I said with a superior tone attempting at play which he does so well. I saw his intrigue peak immediately, and I knew I had him. "I can't tell you in mixed company, so you'll just have to wait and see."

His disappointment is small because he knows more is to come. With a wink and a chaste kiss on the lips he says, "You are needed, Bridesmaid." and points over to the bridal party gathering for pictures. I squeeze his hand and get back to my duties.

By the time we get to the reception hall I am giddy with excitement. I see him immediately and make my way to him as quickly as possible before I am needed at the bridal table. I go in for an embrace and slip a remote control into his pocket. He feels the unexpected weight and pulls back to give me a puzzled look. Before he can ask questions I pull his head down so his ear is at my mouth and I whisper, "You get to control my pleasure now. That remote hooks up to a vibrator. The vibrator is sitting against my clit and curls up and inside of me resting on another very sensitive spot inside. As punishment for your earlier transgression, you have to make me cum two times before we leave here tonight if you want to see me naked, but if anyone catches on to what we are doing you lose." To solidify the game I nibble his ear and back away with a look of 'come at me' plastered confidently across my face.

His smile couldn't get wider if he tried, and he runs his hand over his face to hide his disbelief. Then he looks at me all smug and counters back with, "Get ready. I don't think you realize what you've just done."

I back away and put a finger to my lips before turning and making my way to the bridal table for toasts. The smile on my face is that of some sex goddess that deserves her moment of triumph.

To his credit, he didn't push the button right away. I love a man that can give me a slow burn. During the Best Man speech everyone starts laughing at a playful quip and during the uproar I feel a buzz from deep below. I take a deep breath and look out at Chris, who is the only one not laughing. He is, instead, smiling at me like the devil himself. Our own dirty secret. I give him a half smile back and go right back to looking at the best man. The buzz is low and consistent; easily ignored. He turns it off at the end of the speech and we go back to reality. The meal begins and I am left in peace.

When the first dance begins I am almost disappointed in how little he has played with me at this point, but I still give him the benefit of the doubt. I watch as the new couple gaze into each others eyes and slow dance to their song. That's when the buzzing starts again; a little more insistent this time. The vibrator has six settings and we must be on number two. I adjust my body a bit in the chair, but I can feel my breath quickening. As soon as I look over at him I see hunger in his eyes. That smug half smile appears, which crinkles the corner of his eye a bit, making him look like the misguided dark hero of a movie. The buzzing is starting to cause a problem for me; a delicious problem. I turn my head from him to the bride and groom and the level of intensity turns up a notch again.

This time a sharp intake of breath comes out of me without my meaning to. Fortunately I am able to feign tears for the couple of onlookers that sit close to me. It's a wedding, everyone is driven to happy tears. When I see they are all complacent with my apparent emotional state I look at him again, and his smile widens. I've yet to meet this side of him and I'm intrigued as hell. I didn't know how this would go tonight, but he is pleasantly surprising me.

The dance ends and the buzzing turns down to the slow burn of level one again. This time, however, it remains on without fail.

Next comes the bridal party dance. I smile for the onlookers. This should be easy I think to myself dripping with sarcasm. My counterpart for the wedding is the grooms younger brother who is a couple of months older than me and has made several comments about what a lucky guy my boyfriend must be. I had given him nothing in return but polite smiles.

The second his hands touches my waste the buzz is boosted immediately to level four and my hand fists into the fabric of his tuxedo while I stare up at him speechless. I'm not sure what he thought was happening, but it certainly did not lead him to believe that I was uninterested. His hands hold me at my waist and my hands slide precariously up to his shoulders as I worry my bottom lip and my breath picks up in speed. The dance starts, and he tries to move me around, but my legs are having none of that.

I pull him down to my level slightly to whisper into his ear. As soon as his face gets close to mine the vibrator starts to pulse. Level one... Level four... level one... level four... The difference in cadence nearly throws me off balance and I manage to stammer out, "M-m-my shoes are killing my feet. I can't dance much right n-now." I pull back from him a bit to gauge his reaction. He attempts a comforting smile and then starts to just kind of sway us back and forth while basically holding me up. He thinks he's being a knight in shining armor to a damsel in distress, but really he is just an object in the way of a sexual deviant. Poor guy.

The song ends and all are invited onto the dance floor. As soon as I pull away from my "dance" partner I turn towards Chris. He's not smiling anymore, but the second I make my way to him the pulsating stops and I'm back to a consistent two. By the time I reach his table he is the only one sitting there.

"Enjoy the dance?" he asks flatly.

"Parts of it." I retort.

His half-smile comes back and the two kicks up to a three. My knees buckle and I catch myself on the chair. He is at my side in seconds and holds me around the waist. Once I have my grip on reality and gravity I stand up straighter and look him in his eyes. He then takes my hand and leads me to the back of the darkened room and outside to the heated night. Little twinkle lights hung by the groomsmen earlier light our way to a wooded area, where it gets dark in a hurry.

This little walk would be delightful were it not for the consistent buzzing between my legs making it difficult to walk correctly. I am panting hard when he finally grabs hold of me around the waist and practically carries me past the treeline. We are only far enough into the woods that people can't really see us unless they're looking, but they can hear us.               Before I can catch up to his plan he pushes me up against a tree, and puts his hands all over my body. He is devouring my mouth and neck like a starving man. My legs start to shake as the consistent three gets pushed up to a pulsating four. I let a deep moan slip out and his mouth covers my mouth to silence the sound. Then his knee pushes up to the apex of my legs and part for him as far as he needs. I rub myself shamelessly onto him while he masterfully strokes my tongue with his own. My moans are turning into to little whimpers and squeals when he leans back from the kiss just enough to cover my mouth with his hand. One hand on my mouth, and one hand holding him against the tree while his knee provides me with added pressure on my clit; I am a mess.

This slow build went rapidly from simmer to boiling. My core tightens and my whole body gets warm. I am so close my back starts to arch and I am screaming into his hand. The orgasm hits like a ton of bricks and my screams go silent as my body tenses and waves of pleasure are my only feeling. At this point he and the tree are all that keep me from complete collapse. In the midst of my orgasm he licks my neck from collarbone to ear and kicks the vibrator up to a long buzzing five. I actually feel my clit pulse in the middle of an orgasm. A huge gasp of air and another moan tumbles out of me and he chuckles his way back to my mouth.

Removing his hand from my mouth he replaces it with the taste of his lips. This time when he ends the kiss my orgasm has subsided, the vibrator is simmered back down to the consistent one, and I am in the aftershock. Still barely able to keep my legs working correctly, he is holding me up, but he moves his hands to my waist and removes that beloved knee. His devilish smile is back and his chest is slightly puffed out, his male pride is on full display and I can't blame the guy. I think after that rendevous he deserves an applaud; He didn't even get off.

I smooth out my dress and hair and ask him to check my makeup for streaks. He looks me over and removes some foliage from my hair with a smile and a little kiss. "You look fucking incredible." comes out of his mouth.

A lady can't help but smile when the man she is head over heels for gives her such a compliment. He takes my hand again and leads me up through the twinkle lights and back up to the venue. We only missed a couple of songs, but people are clearly in celebration mode. Laughter, people talking too loud, and clinking glasses are the accompaniment to the music. He raises my hand to his mouth for another little kiss, and twirls me onto the dance floor. A childlike giggle comes out of me. I love this sexual, playful side of him. We dance for a while. I am having so much fun spinning and dancing all the while stealing meaningful, lust filled glances at my man. When I say I finally need a break he walks me to his table then goes to get us both a drink.

Sitting at his deserted table I look out at the party-goers and wonder if anyone else is up to the same kind of shenanigans we are up to at the moment. Most of the older crowd seems to have left. There are some families with little kids still keeping the party going, but they'll have to wrestle with overly tired little ones when they get home, so sex may not even be on their table for the night. There are a lot of singles still around. In fact a couple of groomsmen are mingling with some of the young women. The night is full of merriment, but who know if anyone else has their own dirty secret?

I'm completely lost in thought when Chris gets back and asks me what I'm up to. When I tell him my little game, he points to a table far from us. In the back, darkened corner of the room is a table with two people that can barely be seen in the dim light. After staring for a minute I can piece together that they are the bride's aunt and uncle who can pretty much out party anyone here. They are pros at the nightlife game, and he is definitely doing more than just kissing her. I start to blush and look away laughing up at Chris.

"Jealous?" he asks me with a smile and an eyebrow raise.

"Nah. I like something with a little more finesse than a finger-bang under a table." I am trying hard to keep up the tough girl act, but he sees right through it.

"Okay, smart-ass. I'll give you some finesse." Is stated back at me with the most devious look I think he can muster. The button gets cranked up to three immediately and the simmer starts to a small boil. I have to breath in through my nose and out through my mouth several times to get my concentration back. Chris is chuckling again. "Too much?" He asks me with a wink.

"Don't back down now, you still owe me one if you expect to be getting anything good tonight." I challenge him immediately.

His look goes from devious to hungry in a second and his mouth finds it way to my ear. He whispers in a viscous voice, "Be careful what you wish for." A shiver runs down my back and I am mesmerized by the primal nature of this man. I lean in to start kissing him, but am stopped by a hand on my arm.

The bride is looking down at me and explains her need for my help for a minute. More bridesmaid duties to attend to. I give him an apologetic smile and walk towards the bathroom with the bride and her oversized dress. A few minutes later I walk out and Mr. Perfect isn't at the table anymore. I stand and look around a bit when a hand touches my shoulder.

The grooms younger brother... he found me. I must have had a bit of disappointment in my eyes, but he chose to ignore it. I really want this guy to get the hint, but can't blame him for thinking I'm interested after that ridiculous show I put on earlier.

"Enjoying yourself?" He asks with a giddy charm.

"Yeah. I'm having a nice time. You?" The words are barely out of my mouth when the buzzing skips four all together and lands on five. In spite of myself I yell out- directly into this poor guys face.

"Whoa! You okay?" is his genuine concern, and I feel terrible.

"Yeah. I'm fine. I'm sorry about that. Wardrobe malfunction. Could you excuse me, please?" is the best thing I can think of at the moment. I manage to make my way to the bar after spotting Chris who was staring at me and the groomsman. He is leaning back and looking at me almost disapprovingly. I'm making small hand gestures for him to turn the damn vibrator down so that I can walk. He chooses to ignore them. By the time I get to him I must look like I am completely drunk all the stumbling I am doing.

"Hey! The rule was no one is meant to know what we are doing!" I say with some spite. That was embarrassing and I feel bad for the guy who probably thinks I'm weirdly flirting with him. The five turns down to a three, and my panting is able to even out some.

He stares back at me with the devious look again. "Don't do things I disapprove of and I won't have to embarrass you anymore." is his flat retort.

I'm taken aback. I don't understand this twist of the game. "What are you talking about?" I ask curiously. He is always so direct, I don't know how to adapt to this new little riddle.

"I'm not a big fan of when you are looking at other men, or talking to other men when I am working to give you an orgasm. I want all eyes and all thoughts on me." He is serious, but still being playful. On any other night he would not have cared if I had done any of these things, but now that he gets to have that much control over me his beast inside is coming out. He wants to possess and he wants to fuck. And I need him to do both to me!

"So you don't like knowing that other men want me, and maybe I want them?" I look up at him through my eyelashes with an innocent and pouty look. He sees exactly what trick I am playing.

Without a word he shifts us so that my back is against the bar and he is directly in front of me. I can't see the crowd behind his back, and we are alone here at the end of the bar. The animal hunger is in his eyes again.

"You're going to have to keep yourself quiet this time." is his only warning before the bursts of four start in. My arms are resting on his forearms from when he shifted me against the bar. My fingernails start to dig into his skin. I can't help it. I need something for purchase and my muscles are doing the most wicked dance inside of me that clenching my fingers into him is the only thing I'm capable of currently. The buzzing is relentless and slides up to five. All the while he just stares down at me with that devilish look.

"Who are you looking at now, naughty girl?" he asks with a new tone. He is suddenly a primal beast that possesses without guilt. He has me completely under his spell. One of his hands slide to the back of my head and into my hair. A little tug pulls me out of my ecstasy long enough to look up. "Who are you looking at now?" comes out more dominant than last time.

"You, Chris. I'm looking... at... you." I can barely get my words out. He slides me down the bar and against the wall and starts to make out with me; his tongue explores my mouth and his teeth nibble on my lip. It's pretty dark where we are, but people could still definitely see if they were looking. Why does that thought get me more wet? His kiss stops abruptly, and his hand leaves my hair. I am so dumbfounded I don't know what's happening. Why did he stop? The vibrator goes down to that roaring three and my noise of frustration is not lost on him.

He takes my hand and leads me further back to the hallway. There is a coat closet at the end of the room, but since it's summer it is mostly just used for extra decorations that didn't get used. He opens the accordion door quickly and silently. We are inside in another slick move from him. The closet is pretty dark but for the occasional disco light that makes it this far into the room. He pushes me against the wall at the back, and says, "No more distractions. Just you and me. You are going to cum when I tell you to, and I want you to say my name when you do. I want that shit who was talking to you to know exactly who gets to fuck you tonight."

Holy shit! That was the most animal like thing he has ever said to me. Hell anyone has ever said to me. I can't explain how or why this turns me on as much as it does, but my clit is suddenly in terrific need to be abused. I reach between my legs and start to hold the vibrator harder against myself. My eyes close and my back arches. The buzzer goes up to a five again and I welcome it with a loud, "OOhh" and my other hand pounds into the wall behind me. I know people can hear, I just hope the music is distracting them.

My core starts to tighten and the familiar warmth starts to spread. I manage to get out, "Please, Chris... can I cum... now... please?" His smirk grows and he waits for a long time before responding. He just stares down at me while I pant like an animal with my mouth open wide and my back arched. My throat is exposed to him, and he drags his teeth across the delicate area; as though I needed more reminding of his power over me in this moment. My eyes roll up at the sublime vulnerability and my clit starts to pulse.

When his tongue touches my collar bone and travels up my neck to my ear once again my toes curl and I know I won't be able to hold off much longer. I feel like I am hardly breathing, and I just need release! Finally he whispers, "Cum for me. Now!" just as the vibrator switches to the highest setting. I dig my nails into his shoulders and cry out his name more than once as my body blissfully tumbles over the edge. The song was loud; I hope that covers it. My whole body is trembling and my muscles are going insane. The vibrator doesn't stop, so the orgasm doesn't either. It goes incredibly longer than normal, dragging every ounce of strength left in me with it. I start to slump into his arms when he finally turns the vibrator off completely and I let out another moan that ends on a whimper.

"How you feeling?" he asks with a grin. All I can do is 'mm' in response. But I know he can see my smile of complete pleasure. That jello feeling after an orgasm is sending a contentedness all over me and making me feel sleepy. He kisses me on the forehead and then says, "None of that. You still have a party to attend. Then a deal to settle later." He pulls back and looks at me just as my smile widens and I open my eyes.

"Fine. You win." I say as I unwrap my arms from him. He gives me a soft kiss on the mouth with his hand tenderly holding the side of my face. Then he turns and opens the door as quietly as he can. We slip out of the closet and make our way back to the party. If anyone saw they didn't make it known.

The dancing went on and the vibrator remained mostly silent. The only time it would switch on would be when the grooms younger brother tried to talk. It seems Chris really didn't like him. When the night finally came to an end I was more than ready to head to our hotel room.

Chris found me and led me to his car, all of my bags in his hand. He opened the door like a gentleman, and even helped me into the passenger side. He sat in the driver's side and turned the car on, and just like that the switch from gentleman to animal switched again too. The car went into drive and his hand was on my thigh making it's way further up my dress. When he reached where my thighs were still clenched together not keeping up with his movements a slight growl came out of him and he ordered, "Open your legs". A wave of wet him me like a wave coming to shore, which made me clench tighter instinctively. He then gave my inner thigh a tiny slap.

I squealed in response and started panting again. "I said, 'open your legs'." The dominant saturated reminder flooded my core with warmth and tightening of those worn out muscles. I opened my legs and my soaked panties were on display. I worried my bottom lip as I watched his face look over at me. His facial expression gave me nothing, though. He could only look at me for a few seconds at a time, so I couldn't tell if he approved or not. His second command was not to be ignored, "Take off your panties and give them to me."

What happened to my gentleman? He has been replaced by a deviant and tantalizing beast that I want to take me roughly! I never saw this coming and I am fucking delighted.

I slip my panties off making a big show of arcing my hips and extending my legs as much as I can without looking clumsy. Then I dangle the panties off of one foot close to his face, so he can grab them himself. He does so with a look in my direction. "You're pushing boundaries, naughty girl."

A smile starts across my face and I bring my leg back to it's rightful spot on this side of the car. His hand finds my bared thigh again, and this time traces circles up to the apex of my legs rather quickly. My panties are gripped in his other hand, which is holding the steering wheel. His fingers find their way to the vibrator and pull it out with little ceremony. I'm left feeling a little empty and slightly disappointed. Then his finger finds its way back to my tumescent clit and starts to play.

My legs open wider and I slide back into my chair. My back arches and I start to grind into his finger harder. My hand reaches out and wraps around his wrist to pull him back when the sensation becomes too much. He looks over at me to get a read and then takes his finger from me completely. It's a momentary relief that I needed; My clit has been overstimulated the majority of the night. That's when my gentleman turned animal tells me to, "Play with yourself. I want to watch how you like it done."

I lick my lips and drag my own fingers lightly across my inner thigh. I love the idea of getting off in front of him while I use my own fingers, so I am wet as fuck. My middle finger starts at my swollen clit. I'm as gentle as I can possibly be at this point. Slow circles around my wet little bundle of nerves just to get her ready. He looks over for seconds at a time before he has to pay attention to the road again. That, somehow, makes it more exciting. Maybe it's the danger, or maybe it's knowing he isn't getting to see the full show just glimpses now and then? But something about this situation has me incredibly turned on and I start making noises that match my arousal.

First low moans while I circle my sensitive clit. Then I inhale sharply and deeply as I drag the tip of my finger down my wet slit. When I bring the tip of my finger back to my opening and plunge it in as deep as I can go my breath hitches and I let out a high gasp. My body slowly turned the whole time so I'm now facing him directly with my head thrown back against the window. He looks at my pussy and watches as I bring in a second finger. An urgent almost growl comes out of me then. I am turning feral with all this arousal and dominance.

My fingers curl in the right spot and I start pressing over and over again on that place inside that makes my eyes roll back and my thighs tremble. Moans that were mixed with screams and sounds of pure ecstasy start shooting out of me when the car stops. I don't even open my eyes I just keep up with the urgency inside of me and the screams coming out. Then I feel a tongue softly scrape against my clit and I come completely unhinged! I feel warm liquid coming out of me. Holy shit! Am I squirting?!

I immediately clamp down and end the orgasm with complete embarrassment creeping into my entire body. I know my face is red, I can feel it!

"I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry! I will clean the car! I'm so sorry!" starts pouring out of me like an endless tirade of apology. He has to be so pissed. I'm absolutely humiliated. Of all the fucking times for that to happen!

My emotions must have played into his white knight because just like the car that is off, so is his beast. The gentleman is back asking me what I'm apologizing for. When I explain that I don't typically squirt and didn't realize that was coming, and didn't mean to possibly ruin the interior of his nice car he starts to laugh at me. White Knight indeed.

"You think I am upset that my sexy as fuck girlfriend just squirted in my car after I licked her clit and she fingered herself for me? Have you ever met a guy before?" he teased. I scoffed a bit.

"I have met guys before and I know plenty that would be pissed about this." I defend myself.

"I'm not one of those fucking idiots. I am a little pissed that you stopped your orgasm." and there comes my animal back to finish the job.

That's the moment I realize we are in a parking lot. A rather full parking lot. I was so distracted I hadn't even noticed; we were at the hotel. Without a word he opens the car door and walks around to mine. I'm able to straighten myself out before he opens the door and reaches a hand down to help me out. My panties are still gripped in his hand and I have no idea where the vibrator is at this point. My legs are shaky and unsteady, so he wraps an arm around my waist and leads me into the hotel through the side door and up a couple flights of stairs. By the time we reach the room I am exhausted. All I want to do is lay down and sleep off all of the workouts my body has been through tonight. But my animal has other plans.

I'm no sooner in the door to the room when he pulls me into the spacious bathroom. He pushes my face against the wall, not hard, but with enough force that I know he's back to his 'in charge' mode. Then he starts nibbling at my neck and shoulder. When his lips find my earlobe and start to tease I nearly cry out. Only this time I have no idea if it's pleasure, pain, or mere exhaustion. He reaches into the shower and turns the water on before coming back to my ear and whispering, "How attached are you to keeping this dress in tact?". I smile a little at the question knowing what's coming next.

"This dress will never see the light of day again; I hate it so much.", is my reply. That is all it took and his hands start to rip. It's so fucking primal that I come undone again. Every part of me starts to tremble with delight and I brace myself against the wall to keep from falling to the ground where my dress now lays in tattered strips of coral cloth. All I have now is a bra, which he removes quickly. He patiently and gently takes all of the pins out of my hair and lets it fall down past my shoulders before ushering me into the shower.

I stand in the steaming hot water letting it soak into my tired bones. When the initial relaxation subsides I look over to find my animal. He is down to nothing but his undershirt and boxer briefs now. I love the way his arms are so muscular and strong. He notices me looking and makes a show of removing his shirt and underwear. I've seen it all before, but I'm still mesmerized by him.

Once he is in the shower he immediately pulls me to him. Our naked stomachs touch and my breasts press against his chest. The warm water washing over us has nothing compared to the heat coming off our bodies. The room fills with steam quickly. He takes my face in his hands and brings my chin up to kiss him. His lips taste good. My hands snake behind his neck and press him harder against me. I need all of him right now. While the orgasms were fucking fantastic, I need to feel his body against mine even more than I am now.

Like a fucking predatory beast he seems to know exactly what I need and he pushes me against the back wall of the shower. I can feel his hard length against my thigh and I want him inside of me! The kisses deepen and soon we are a mess of tangled up tongues, limbs, growls, and wet hair. It's that kind of need that may not look pretty, but it is exactly what we both need in the moment. Raw. Animal. Primal. Our hands are everywhere on the other person. Before I can make my next move that beast pulls back to look me in the eye and say, "My turn now." My eyes widen and his smile becomes feral.

He spins me around and bends me slightly. My hands find the back wall where a built in shelf for soap sits at

the perfect height for me to grab onto. His hand grabs my hip and lines me up. I feel the tip of him at my entrance, and for a minute I think he is going to tease me, which I can't handle. Instead, he pushes into me slowly and without mercy. Never stopping until he is fully inside. I let out a long and deep moan at the new sensation, and I hear his own guttural growls coming from behind me. He grabs my hips and digs his fingers in deep as he pumps in and out of me with force. I start to pant and moan. My breasts are swaying with each thrust, and were the glass not fogged up from the shower I am sure we would make quite the display in the mirror.

My head starts to dip down past my outreached arms with my ass higher in the air than my upper back. His fingers leave my hip and dig up to the base of my skull where he pulls on the hair and tugs me back to an upright position. Then he pushes my entire body into the cool tile of the shower and starts to fuck me from behind again. My back is arched to such a degree it's almost painful and my head is resting back on his shoulder. I feel his teeth dig into me where my neck and shoulder meet and I let out a scream of complete ecstasy. When he lets go it's to meet my scream with his own cries of pleasure. His grip bruises my hip and his other hand snakes around to squeeze slightly around my throat. I don't typically get into that sort of thing, but that animal need is real! His thrusts become sporadic and punishing as his cries become growls and guttural moans.

When he finally stops he pushes me back into the wall with his weight against my back and his head resting against mine on the tiles. We are both spent, and need to get off this slippery floor. Light kisses start at my shoulder and up to my neck where there would probably be a bruise later. I'm way too exhausted to care at this point. He keeps a hand around my waist holding me against him with his hand splayed across my stomach. The water shuts off and he pulls me from the shower onto a mat. In my stupor I'm barely recognizing what he's doing; I need to rest so badly.

I feel the soft fluffy towel wrapped around me before I realize my eyes have drifted shut. His strong arms lift me from the floor and carry me out to the king sized bed and he tucks my naked body under the thick comforter. The air conditioned room has cooled my wet skin and I begin to tremble. My eyes are barely able to peek out from under my lashes when I feel the bed dip and his warm skin press against my back.

Being wrapped in his arms is the most incredible feeling in my post-sex stupor. He doesn't say anything, but presses tender kisses to my wet hair and holds me close to him. When my trembling doesn't stop he uses his hands to warm my tired limbs. My gentleman is back. I'm bewildered at how fast he can flip that switch. Before I drift into a blissful sleep I think about my beast and when I might get to see him again. One thing for sure, I'm not letting this incredible man get away. I want his gentleman and I want his beast for as long as he will have me.

I've never been this into a guy this quickly, and the thought makes me a little nervous. Fortunately I am just too tired to care right now, and bring myself back to the moment. His arms wrapped around me. His chest pressed against my back. Whether his gentleman or his beast is awake right now, I really don't care. I'm happy to have them both!