Bound by Desire

Everything was perfect. Steve carried Liz over the threshold, and they kissed passionately, disbelieving that the wedding was over and they finally had each other all to themselves. He set Liz down carefully and gently pulled her hands behind her back, restraining her, teasing, as he caressed her face with his eyes. She ached to run her fingers through his hair and leaned into him, trying to work her hands out of his grasp. Words weren’t needed…each knowing the relief the other felt to be alone in the quiet of the beautiful home they had rented for the week of their honeymoon. He lightly drew his hands down to her backside and gently kissed her neck, sending shivers up her spine. Steve released her hands but took one by the wrist, placing it to the back of his neck and holding her there. With his other hand, he drew Liz’s body to his, molding his tall form to her petite one. He slowly started moving in a dance that was familiar from all the times in the past and yet somehow totally new.

“I’ll be quick,” she said, trying to pull away. “I want to change.” Liz had shopped by herself, not wanting any of her friends to influence her choice of lingerie for her wedding night. It was a task that was more difficult than she had anticipated. White, demure lace, or black, spaghetti straps, revealing, exciting…after going back and forth and many outfit changes, she settled on a light pink, short nightie with lace at the bodice that revealed her cleavage in a provocative way. The last thing she wanted was for Steve to realize how much she wanted him to just take her and didn’t really care about spending a fortune on a garment that she hoped wouldn’t be covering her body for long anyway.

As she started to withdraw her hand from his neck, he let out a low growl and drew her against him once more. “Huh-uh. I’m not letting you out of my sight,” he said quietly. “Liz, Lizzie…” he whispered in her ear. “Uh-uh,” he whispered in her ear. “I can’t wait. I want you…right…now.” And with that he lowered his head to hers and kissed her slowly, deeply. Suddenly, changing into her wedding night attire seemed silly and needless. How many times had they come close to sharing themselves until one or the other reluctantly retreated? While he had been with a few girls in the past, he knew that it was important to Liz to wait and experience this moment with her one true love. Steve felt intoxicated knowing that that was him, and that he would be the first and only one to give her the pleasure that she had denied herself for so long. A year-long courtship filled with many highs and lows had all led to this moment. Liz had experienced the sudden passing of her mother and had clung to Steve as her lifeline though the pain. One time not long after her mother’s death, Steve was comforting Liz and wiping her tears. Before they knew it, they were locked in a passionate embrace. “Please make love to me,” Liz whispered. He was surprised but knew that her sudden need was the result of the pain of loss and not because of her passion for him. Just as he started to remind her that she didn’t really want her first time to turn to regret later after her mind was less clouded, she moved her hand to his abdomen and moaned into his mouth. All at once, Steve lost his composure at the shock of her action and took her hand in his. His mind’s first reaction was to move her hand away, but suddenly he moved her hand lower as if he had no control of his own body. Liz felt his hardness and traced her fingertips around the size of him. “Liz, Lizzie…” he said, his breathing suddenly ragged. All at once he drew Liz’s body to his, molding his tall form to her petite one. He slowly started moving in a dance that was familiar from all the times in the past and yet somehow totally new.

“I’ll be quick,” she said, trying to pull away. “I want to change.” Liz had shopped by herself, not wanting any of her friends to influence her choice of lingerie for her wedding night. It was a task that was more difficult than she had anticipated. White, demure lace, or black, spaghetti straps, revealing, exciting…after going back and forth and many outfit changes, she settled on a light pink, short nightie with lace at the bodice that revealed her cleavage in a provocative way. The last thing she wanted was for Steve to realize how much she wanted him to just take her and didn’t really care about spending a fortune on a garment that she hoped wouldn’t be covering her body for long anyway.

As she started to withdraw her hand from his neck, he let out a low growl and drew her against him once more. “Huh-uh. I’m not letting you out of my sight,” he said quietly. “Liz, Lizzie…” he whispered in her ear. “Uh-uh,” he whispered in her ear. “I can’t wait. I want you…right…now.” And with that he lowered his head to hers and kissed her slowly, deeply. Suddenly, changing into her wedding night attire seemed silly and needless. How many times had they come close to sharing themselves until one or the other reluctantly retreated? While he had been with a few girls in the past, he knew that it was important to Liz to wait and experience this moment with her one true love. Steve felt intoxicated knowing that that was him, and that he would be the first and only one to give her the pleasure that she had denied herself for so long. A year-long courtship filled with many highs and lows had all led to this moment. Liz had experienced the sudden passing of her mother and had clung to Steve as her lifeline though the pain. One time not long after her mother’s death, Steve was comforting Liz and wiping her tears. Before they knew it, they were locked in a passionate embrace. “Please make love to me,” Liz whispered. He was surprised but knew that her sudden need was the result of the pain of loss and not because of her passion for him. Just as he started to remind her that she didn’t really want her first time to turn to regret later after her mind was less clouded, she moved her hand to his abdomen and moaned into his mouth. All at once, Steve lost his composure at the shock of her action and took her hand in his. His mind’s first reaction was to move her hand away, but suddenly he moved her hand lower as if he had no control of his own body. Liz felt his hardness and traced her fingertips around the size of him. “Liz, Lizzie…” he said, his breathing suddenly ragged. All at once he drew Liz’s body to his, molding his tall form to her petite one. He slowly started moving in a dance that was familiar from all the times in the past and yet somehow totally new.

“I’ll be quick,” she said, trying to pull away. “I want to change.” Liz had shopped by herself, not wanting any of her friends to influence her choice of lingerie for her wedding night. It was a task that was more difficult than she had anticipated. White, demure lace, or black, spaghetti straps, revealing, exciting…after going back and forth and many outfit changes, she settled on a light pink, short nightie with lace at the bodice that revealed her cleavage in a provocative way. The last thing she wanted was for Steve to realize how much she wanted him to just take her and didn’t really care about spending a fortune on a garment that she hoped wouldn’t be covering her body for long anyway.

As she started to withdraw her hand from his neck, he let out a low growl and drew her against him once more. “Huh-uh. I’m not letting you out of my sight,” he said quietly. “Liz, Lizzie…” he whispered in her ear. “Uh-uh,” he whispered in her ear. “I can’t wait. I want you…right…now.” And with that he lowered his head to hers and kissed her slowly, deeply. Suddenly, changing into her wedding night attire seemed silly and needless. How many times had they come close to sharing themselves until one or the other reluctantly retreated? While he had been with a few girls in the past, he knew that it was important to Liz to wait and experience this moment with her one true love. Steve felt intoxicated knowing that that was him, and that he would be the first and only one to give her the pleasure that she had denied herself for so long. A year-long courtship filled with many highs and lows had all led to this moment. Liz had experienced the sudden passing of her mother and had clung to Steve as her lifeline though the pain. One time not long after her mother’s death, Steve was comforting Liz and wiping her tears. Before they knew it, they were locked in a passionate embrace. “Please make love to me,” Liz whispered. He was surprised but knew that her sudden need was the result of the pain of loss and not because of her passion for him. Just as he started to remind her that she didn’t really want her first time to turn to regret later after her mind was less clouded, she moved her hand to his abdomen and moaned into his mouth. All at once, Steve lost his composure at the shock of her action and took her hand in his. His mind’s first reaction was to move her hand away, but suddenly he moved her hand lower as if he had no control of his own body. Liz felt his hardness and traced her fingertips around the size of him. “Liz, Lizzie…” he said, his breathing suddenly ragged. All at once he drew Liz’s body to his, molding his tall form to her petite one. He slowly started moving in a dance that was familiar from all the times in the past and yet somehow totally new.

“I’ll be quick,” she said, trying to pull away. “I want to change.” Liz had shopped by herself, not wanting any of her friends to influence her choice of lingerie for her wedding night. It was a task that was more difficult than she had anticipated. White, demure lace, or black, spaghetti straps, revealing, exciting…after going back and forth and many outfit changes, she settled on a light pink, short nightie with lace at the bodice that revealed her cleavage in a provocative way. The last thing she wanted was for Steve to realize how much she wanted him to just take her and didn’t really care about spending a fortune on a garment that she hoped wouldn’t be covering her body for long anyway.

As she started to withdraw her hand from his neck, he let out a low growl and drew her against him once more. “Huh-uh. I’m not letting you out of my sight,” he said quietly. “Liz, Lizzie…” he whispered in her ear. “Uh-uh,” he whispered in her ear. “I can’t wait. I want you…right…now.” And with that he lowered his head to hers and kissed her slowly, deeply. Suddenly, changing into her wedding night attire seemed silly and needless. How many times had they come close to sharing themselves until one or the other reluctantly retreated? While he had been with a few girls in the past, he knew that it was important to Liz to wait and experience this moment with her one true love. Steve felt intoxicated knowing that that was him, and that he would be the first and only one to give her the pleasure that she had denied herself for so long. A year-long courtship filled with many highs and lows had all led to this moment. Liz had experienced the sudden passing of her mother and had clung to Steve as her lifeline though the pain. One time not long after her mother’s death, Steve was comforting Liz and wiping her tears. Before they knew it, they were locked in a passionate embrace. “Please make love to me,” Liz whispered. He was surprised but knew that her sudden need was the result of the pain of loss and not because of her passion for him. Just as he started to remind her that she didn’t really want her first time to turn to regret later after her mind was less clouded, she moved her hand to his abdomen and moaned into his mouth. All at once, Steve lost his composure at the shock of her action and took her hand in his. His mind’s first reaction was to move her hand away, but suddenly he moved her hand lower as if he had no control of his own body. Liz felt his hardness and traced her fingertips around the size of him. “Liz, Lizzie…” he said, his breathing suddenly ragged. All at once he drew Liz’s body to his, molding his tall form to her petite one. He slowly started moving in a dance that was familiar from all the times in the past and yet somehow totally new.

“I’ll be quick,” she said, trying to pull away. “I want to change.” Liz had shopped by herself, not wanting any of her friends to influence her choice of lingerie for her wedding night. It was a task that was more difficult than she had anticipated. White, demure lace, or black, spaghetti straps, revealing, exciting…after going back and forth and many outfit changes, she settled on a light pink, short nightie with lace at the bodice that revealed her cleavage in a provocative way. The last thing she wanted was for Steve to realize how much she wanted him to just take her and didn’t really care about spending a fortune on a garment that she hoped wouldn’t be covering her body for long anyway.

As she started to withdraw her hand from his neck, he let out a low growl and drew her against him once more. “Huh-uh. I’m not letting you out of my sight,” he said quietly. “Liz, Lizzie…” he whispered in her ear. “Uh-uh,” he whispered in her ear. “I can’t wait. I want you…right…now.” And with that he lowered his head to hers and kissed her slowly, deeply. Suddenly, changing into her wedding night attire seemed silly and needless. How many times had they come close to sharing themselves until one or the other reluctantly retreated? While he had been with a few girls in the past, he knew that it was important to Liz to wait and experience this moment with her one true love. Steve felt intoxicated knowing that that was him, and that he would be the first and only one to give her the pleasure that she had denied herself for so long. A year-long courtship filled with many highs and lows had all led to this moment. Liz had experienced the sudden passing of her mother and had clung to Steve as her lifeline though the pain. One time not long after her mother’s death, Steve was comforting Liz and wiping her tears. Before they knew it, they were locked in a passionate embrace. “Please make love to me,” Liz whispered. He was surprised but knew that her sudden need was the result of the pain of loss and not because of her passion for him. Just as he started to remind her that she didn’t really want her first time to turn to regret later after her mind was less clouded, she moved her hand to his abdomen and moaned into his mouth. All at once, Steve lost his composure at the shock of her action and took her hand in his. His mind’s first reaction was to move her hand away, but suddenly he moved her hand lower as if he had no control of his own body. Liz felt his hardness and traced her fingertips around the size of him. “Liz, Lizzie…” he said, his breathing suddenly ragged. All at once he drew Liz’s body to his, molding his tall form to her petite one. He slowly started moving in a dance that was familiar from all the times in the past and yet somehow totally new.

“I’ll be quick,” she said, trying to pull away. “I want to change.” Liz had shopped by herself, not wanting any of her friends to influence her choice of lingerie for her wedding night. It was a task that was more difficult than she had anticipated. White, demure lace, or black, spaghetti straps, revealing, exciting…after going back and forth and many outfit changes, she settled on a light pink, short nightie with lace at the bodice that revealed her cleavage in a provocative way. The last thing she wanted was for Steve to realize how much she wanted him to just take her and didn’t really care about spending a fortune on a garment that she hoped wouldn’t be covering her body for long anyway.

As she started to withdraw her hand from his neck, he let out a low growl and drew her against him once more. “Huh-uh. I’m not letting you out of my sight,” he said quietly. “Liz, Lizzie…” he whispered in her ear. “Uh-uh,” he whispered in her ear. “I can’t wait. I want you…right…now.” And with that he lowered his head to hers and kissed her slowly, deeply. Suddenly, changing into her wedding night attire seemed silly and needless. How many times had they come close to sharing themselves until one or the other reluctantly retreated? While he had been with a few girls in the past, he knew that it was important to Liz to wait and experience this moment with her one true love. Steve felt intoxicated knowing that that was him, and that he would be the first and only one to give her the pleasure that she had denied herself for so long. A year-long courtship filled with many highs and lows had all led to this moment. Liz had experienced the sudden passing of her mother and had clung to Steve as her lifeline though the pain. One time not long after her mother’s death, Steve was comforting Liz and wiping her tears. Before they knew it, they were locked in a passionate embrace. “Please make love to me,” Liz whispered. He was surprised but knew that her sudden need was the result of the pain of loss and not because of her passion for him. Just as he started to remind her that she didn’t really want her first time to turn to regret later after her mind was less clouded, she moved her hand to his abdomen and moaned into his mouth. All at once, Steve lost his composure at the shock of her action and took her hand in his. His mind’s first reaction was to move her hand away, but suddenly he moved her hand lower as if he had no control of his own body. Liz felt his hardness and traced her fingertips around the size of him. “Liz, Lizzie…” he said, his breathing suddenly ragged. All at once he drew Liz’s body to his, molding his tall form to her petite one. He slowly started moving in a dance that was familiar from all the times in the past and yet somehow totally new.

“I’ll be quick,” she said, trying to pull away. “I want to change.” Liz had shopped by herself, not wanting any of her friends to influence her choice of lingerie for her wedding night. It was a task that was more difficult than she had anticipated. White, demure lace, or black, spaghetti straps, revealing, exciting…after going back and forth and many outfit changes, she settled on a light pink, short nightie with lace at the bodice that revealed her cleavage in a provocative way. The last thing she wanted was for Steve to realize how much she wanted him to just take her and didn’t really

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