Burning Nights, Endless Desire

The drive out was tense, a low-grade anxiety simmering beneath the surface as we navigated the interstate toward the wedding. Twenty-five years had passed since those two unforgettable days, yet the memory of the sheer volume and intensity of our passion remained a potent, almost tangible force. We'd been friends since college, sharing a mutual appreciation for pushing boundaries and embracing pleasure, and the invitation to the lavish affair had ignited a spark of anticipation, mixed with a touch of trepidation. As newlyweds ourselves, the prospect of a luxurious weekend getaway felt both exciting and slightly daunting. The money argument on the way out, fueled by the inevitable pressures of starting a life together, had only amplified the already palpable electricity between us. The hotel room, a sprawling suite overlooking the manicured grounds of the estate, felt like a sanctuary, a private space where we could shed the constraints of polite society and simply lose ourselves in each other's arms.

As soon as the bags hit the floor, the carefully constructed facade of composure crumbled. We initiated a frenzied exchange of clothing, tearing at shirts and shorts, ripping open underwear and panties with a reckless abandon that mirrored the simmering desire within us. Her tongue, a fiery weapon, lashed out, meeting my own in a desperate, primal dance of pleasure and dominance. I pressed against her, my body aching to release the pent-up energy, and unleashed a torrent of thrusts, each one fueled by a desperate need to fulfill the burning ache within me. Her moans escalated with each penetration, her breath ragged and shallow as she fought to maintain control. I pulled back, observing her reaction, adjusting my pace to match her rhythm, a silent communication of our shared desire.

Her hips rose high in the air as I pushed forward again, plunging deep into the creamy heat of her body. She turned her head, a fleeting glance over her shoulder before burying her face in the pillow, seeking solace in the softness of the fabric. The restraint she exhibited before felt like a deliberate act, a conscious effort to contain the explosion of pleasure threatening to consume us. But as the waves of sensation washed over her, her control began to slip, her voice rising in a desperate plea for release. "Come on," she whispered, her words laced with urgency, "Don't hold back." I knelt tall, my hands supporting her hips as I continued my assault, my body screaming for release, my pleasure growing more intense with each thrust.

This time, I knew I couldn't hold back the inevitable. The pressure inside me was becoming unbearable, a relentless tide threatening to break free. So, I fell forward, abandoning all pretense of control, burying myself deep within her, and released a torrent of cum, a primal explosion of pleasure that echoed her own cries of ecstasy. We both cried out in unison, a symphony of shared release, as we simultaneously reached the brink of oblivion. As I continued to push and hold myself inside, listening to the rhythm of her breathing and feeling the powerful contractions of her muscles, I realized we had achieved a rare and profound connection, a moment of pure, unadulterated bliss.

“Stay there,” she whispered, her voice thick with pleasure, pulling back slightly and pushing against me with renewed vigor. "I’ll move." Her words surprised me, a sudden shift in power dynamics that caught me off guard. Usually, I would have succumbed to the overwhelming desire for release, but this time, her insistence ignited a new kind of challenge, a playful competition of wills. She twisted and rotated her hips on me, her body undulating with a mesmerizing grace, while simultaneously pushing back against my weight, asserting her dominance in a subtle yet undeniable way. “Mmmmm, your cum is warm inside me,” she said, her voice a husky murmur, laced with both pleasure and possessiveness. “I love your flesh.” Her words, so intimate and raw, sent shivers down my spine, a reminder of the potent connection we shared.

I leaned down, pressing a kiss to her shoulder blades and nibbling on her neck as she continued to grind her hips against me, her body trembling with each thrust. She had never used this particular technique before, but we'd experimented with various angles and positions in the past, always seeking to deepen our connection and push the boundaries of pleasure. And this time, it felt different, more intense, more fulfilling. "I feel you getting stronger, baby," she said, pulling back slightly and pushing against me with even greater force. "I'm going to make you cum again. Lay down.” She slid out from under me to the left side and knelt beside me as I stretched out on my back, fully immersed in the heat of the moment. She straddled me, her body a sculpted masterpiece of curves and muscle, and reached down to guide my semi-hardness inside, lowering her gorgeous body down upon me. Her long, flowing hair fell forward, framing her face as she leaned into her hands, her eyes closed, lost in the sensations. A satisfied yet desirous expression played across her lips, a silent testament to the pleasure she was experiencing.

As she continued to experiment with different angles, she fell forward again, kicking her legs out of my embrace. Now, I held her close, pinning her breasts against my chest and pushing up with my feet, determined to maintain control of the situation. The head of my cock found its mark, and she exclaimed with each mini-thrust inside, her moans intensifying as she continued to push and grind against me. Finally, she relaxed, letting out a long, contented sigh, the remnants of her orgasm still lingering in her body.

Had I known what was coming that night and weekend, I might have chosen to stop then, but the pull of desire was too strong to resist. So, I spun her around, pulling her back into my arms, and began to pump myself into her repeatedly, bringing her back to a frenzied state of pleasure. Her hair spread out on the bed, trailing from where she had first been flipped over, and she had her arms thrown over her head, her breasts bobbing with my thrusts. The numbness melted away as I felt her body responding to my advances, her breathing becoming more rapid and shallow. Finally, I pushed deep into her, falling forward and releasing my load hard, crying out in unison with her, a primal expression of shared ecstasy. We stayed there, clinging to each other, lost in the aftermath of our double-orgasm, a testament to the power of our connection.

"I want more," she whispered, her voice hoarse with pleasure, "Don't stop." I continued to push and hold myself inside as I listened to her breath and felt the turning of her hips, savoring every moment of our shared pleasure. She looked back over her shoulder and then dove back into her pillow, seeking comfort in the softness of the fabric. The memory of her in that moment will forever be etched in my mind: her hands back on my legs, breasts thrust upward, hair half covering her face, eyes closed, and a satisfied yet desirous expression on her face. I couldn't think of a better example of heaven on earth. She seemed lost in the sensations, and I had lost myself in her beauty.

She continued experimenting with different angles, pushing me to the edge of pleasure and beyond. She fell forward again, kicking her legs out of my embrace, and I held her close, pinning her breasts against my chest and pushing up with my feet, determined to maintain control. The head of my cock found its mark, and she exclaimed with each mini-thrust inside, her moans intensifying as she continued to push and grind against me. Finally, she relaxed, letting out a long, contented sigh, the remnants of her orgasm still lingering in her body.

“It’s time,” she said abruptly, pulling back slightly and standing up. “The rehearsal!” My heart sank at her words, a sudden wave of disappointment washing over me. The rehearsal was scheduled for later in the day, and I had been anticipating the extended session of pleasure with a fervent hope. But her needs, and her desires, always came first. We were a good 20 minutes late to the rehearsal, and I was an usher, so it wasn't a huge deal. The bride's brother got me up to speed after we exchanged a few greetings with the wedding party. Mel sat in the pews smiling at me anytime I looked her way. God had blessed me with our union just months ago, and now we were celebrating another. Several times that night and at the wedding, I prayed they would have the bliss that we were currently experiencing.

We finished the rehearsal and loaded up to go to dinner. Getting into the car, I turned to her and kissed her hard, her lips under mine, and my hand on her cheek to pull her to me. “I love you,” I said over and over, her hands now reaching across to my torso and pulling me closer. A knock on the window from my friend broke the spell, or we may have done it right there in the parking lot. Her hand was in my crotch all the way to the dinner, and inside we played footsy and got handsy under the table all night. I had a hard-on so long that my pre-cum soaked through my boxers and showed a little on my khakis. When one of the bridesmaids gave it a look, I just said, “Spilled a little from my water.”

Mel was doing that hanging from my arm while walking thing as we left for the night. There was no traffic, so I got lost in the desire her eyes had for me. She giggled a couple “oh shits” as what we figured was the late-movie crowd came from the theaters to the cars parked behind us. They passed by us for the next five minutes. I stayed inside her, but I began to recede with the scare.

In the car, we started kissing again right away before heading to the hotel, but we stayed a little more mindful of who was outside. This time my hand was in her lap and pulled up the end of her dress as she lifted her hips to allow its passage up and over her legs to her waist. Those new panties were lacey and gorgeous. I looked at them at each stop light, my hand slipping underneath to her mound, and my fingers running over her clit to her delight.

Distracted, I took a wrong turn and ended up a block from the hotel in a large mall parking lot. “Pull over there!” she commanded. I parked, knowing exactly where this was going. As she wiggled out of her panties, I unbuckled my pants. My cock stuck out of the hole in my boxers. I adjusted the seat to lay back, and she climbed up and onto my hardness, lowering her gorgeous body down upon me. Her hair fell forward, and her breasts showed themselves as she leaned onto her hands, kissing me, grinding her hips again, moaning, and pushing.

I lifted my hips off the bed, shoving her forward onto me as we kissed. The new angle sent a wave through her that cascaded out of her mouth. Ohhh, baby, yes… she cooed. I was growing stronger inside of her as I let my ass hit the sheets again and she pushed up off the bed. The vision of her at that moment will come with me into eternity: her hands back on my legs, breast thrust upward, hair half covering her face, eyes closed, and a satisfied yet desirous expression on her face. I can’t think of a better example of heaven on earth. She seemed lost in the sensations, and I had lost myself in her beauty.

She continued experimenting with different angles. She fell forward again and kicked her legs outside of mine. Now I held her close, pinning her breasts against my chest and pushing up with my feet. This way, the head of my cock found the spot, and she exclaimed with each mini-thrust inside, again and again, until finally relaxing with her orgasm.

Had I known what was coming that night and weekend, I may have stopped then. However, I didn’t, so I spun her around. I stepped off the bed and holding her legs, I began to pump myself into her repeatedly, bringing her out of her languid state and back to fucking me. Her hair was spread out on the bed, trailing from where she first was flipped over. She had her arms thrown over her head, and her breasts bobbed with my thrusts.

The numbness melted away. Finally, I pushed deep into Mel, fell forward, and came. We stayed there kissing and smiling at this double-fuck first, telling each other how good each was while our hands still ran over our bodies.

“Oh, shit!” she suddenly exclaimed. “The rehearsal!”

Rehearsal & Dinner: We were a good 20 minutes late to the rehearsal. I was an usher, so it wasn’t a huge deal; the bride’s brother got me up to speed after we exchanged a few greetings with the wedding party. Mel sat in the pews smiling at me anytime I looked her way. God had blessed me with our union just months ago, and now we were celebrating another. Several times that night and at the wedding, I prayed they would have the bliss that we were currently experiencing.

We had showered and changed so fast before dashing to get there that I didn’t notice, but she wore a beautiful sundress with a blue flower print. She had told me she was getting new bras and panties from a place called “Victoria’s Secret,” a newer, more modern lingerie shop that let you order things online (We had just gotten our first desktop computer from Dell.) Her breasts were propped up, and a hint of cleavage was visible just as she stood. And as she sat, I could steal a peek at the curves and creamy flesh. I couldn’t believe I was turned on, not only in a church but also so soon after our most recent encounter.

The mother of the bride met Mel when we arrived and complimented her, commenting to me on her beauty, her hair, her dress, and her shape several times at the church as well as later at the dinner. The bride’s brothers also did the same, as well as my friend who was getting married.

We finished the rehearsal and loaded up to go to dinner. Getting into the car, I turned to her and kissed her hard, her lips under mine, and my hand on her cheek to pull her to me. “I love you,” I said over and over, her hands now reaching across to my torso and pulling me closer. A knock on the window from my friend broke the spell, or we may have done it right there in the parking lot. Her hand was in my crotch all the way to the dinner, and inside we played footsy and got handsy under the table all night. I had a hard-on so long that my pre-cum soaked through my boxers and showed a little on my khakis. When one of the bridesmaids gave it a look, I just said, “Spilled a little from my water.”

Mel was doing that hanging from my arm while walking thing as we left for the night. There was no traffic, so I got lost in the desire her eyes had for me. She giggled a couple “oh shits” as what we figured was the late-movie crowd came from the theaters to the cars parked behind us. They passed by us for the next five minutes. I stayed inside her, but I began to recede with the scare.

In the car, we started kissing again right away before heading to the hotel, but we stayed a little more mindful of who was outside. This time my hand was in her lap and pulled up the end of her dress as she lifted her hips to allow its passage up and over her legs to her waist. Those new panties were lacey and gorgeous. I looked at them at each stop light, my hand slipping underneath to her mound, and my fingers running over her clit to her delight.

Distracted, I took a wrong turn and ended up a block from the hotel in a large mall parking lot. “Pull over there!” she commanded. I parked, knowing exactly where this was going. As she wiggled out of her panties, I unbuckled my pants. My cock stuck out of the hole in my boxers. I adjusted the seat to lay back, and she climbed up and onto my hardness, lowering her gorgeous body down upon me. Her hair fell forward, and her breasts showed themselves as she leaned onto her hands, kissing me, grinding her hips again, moaning, and pushing.

I lifted my hips off the bed, shoving her forward onto me as we kissed. The new angle sent a wave through her that cascaded out of her mouth. Ohhh, baby, yes… she cooed. I was growing stronger inside of her as I let my ass hit the sheets again and she pushed up off the bed. The vision of her at that moment will come with me into eternity: her hands back on my legs, breast thrust upward, hair half covering her face, eyes closed, and a satisfied yet desirous expression on her face. I can’t think of a better example of heaven on earth. She seemed lost in the sensations, and I had lost myself in her beauty.

She continued experimenting with different angles. She fell forward again and kicked her legs out of my embrace. Now I held her close, pinning her breasts against my chest and pushing up with my feet. This way, the head of my cock found the spot, and she exclaimed with each mini-thrust inside, again and again, until finally relaxing with her orgasm.

Had I known what was coming that night and weekend, I might have stopped then. However, I didn’t, so I spun her around. I stepped off the bed and holding her legs, I began to pump myself into her repeatedly, bringing her out of her languid state and back to fucking me. Her hair was spread out on the bed, trailing from where she first was flipped over. She had her arms thrown over her head, and her breasts bobbed with my thrusts.

The numbness melted away. Finally, I pushed deep into Mel, fell forward, and came. We stayed there kissing and smiling at this double-fuck first, telling each other how good each was while our hands still ran over our bodies.

“Oh, shit!” she suddenly exclaimed. “The rehearsal!”

The drive back to the hotel was filled with a different kind of excitement, one tinged with both anticipation and a hint of nervousness. We were both aware of the eyes that had followed us, the whispers and glances exchanged between strangers, and the knowledge that our actions had not gone unnoticed. As we pulled into the parking lot, I saw a group of people gathered around our car, their faces a mixture of shock and amusement. The bride’s mother, her face flushed with anger, approached us and demanded to know what was going on. We tried to explain, but our words were lost in the general uproar. The air crackled with tension, and I felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins. It was time to act.

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