Making It Final By Psycho Friek His hands quickly found their places on her back, and he smiled as she placed hers upon his chest. Leaning towards each other, their lips gently touched, and as their mouths closed onto each other's they pulled together into an even tighter embrace. she gently reminded herself, beginning to pull away from him. he laughed inwardly, looking into her vibrant, love filled blue eyes. Together they walked the open pathway which led through the gathered crowd, noticing the mixed emotions found in the awaiting audience. Confetti flew all over the place, a never ending storm of color, enveloping the pair. As they drove off they kissed again, this time with a fiery passion which resounded through their entire bodies. As his lips opened atop hers, his hands moved across her back pulling her as close to him as he possibly could. Then he gently set his tongue on her lip, and began to press it into her mouth. She let him in willingly, and trembled as his tongue began to rhythmically caress her mouth. She moaned slightly as he touched the roof of her mouth, and pressed deeper still. In return her hands reached up first to his throat, and then to his face. As they passionately moved across his skin she continued to explore his mouth. Marveling at the taste of him, and the feeling of him capturing her, she returned motion for motion, caress for caress, and passion for passion. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- As they entered the hallway he placed a reassuring hand on her waist, and she did the same, squeezing him slightly as she did. "Susan," he whispered as they reached their new home, "I love you." He leaned over, and cradled her in his arms. "Tradition I do believe," he laughed as he carried her over the threshold. "I guess so," came the equally joking response. He gently set her down, and looked once more at the provocative gown which she wore. It was pure white, with a slight train, and low collar. It was made of shimmering satin, covered with pearly beads, and elegant embroidery. It glimmered in the light, and had long slender sleeves. They were puffed at the top, then tightened just above her elbows, and ended in a slight bell. She wore a thin string of pearls which showed off her long, elegant neck, and creamy shoulders. The collar was off-the-shoulder, and dipped down slightly more in the front, showing off her generous cleavage. Their was a small v in the very center of the dress which had no satin, instead it had white chiffon, with lace over it to mask her features. Though at the moment, Marcus was not thinking about just how beautiful Susan looked in that dress. The only thing which was on his mind was just how beautiful Susan was going to look out of that dress. "Marcus?" she looked at him questioningly. "Love, is something wrong?" her mind was racing. "No, for once everything is just right." Slipping both arms behind her, he fiddled with the fastener at her back, until the bodice came loose. He pulled the soft material away from her torso, gasping slightly as her shapely body was slowly revealed to his passion filled eyes. He leaned forward, and pressed his lips just above her pale mounds of flesh, which were still partially covered by her undergarments. She moaned audibly as the rest of her dress fell to the floor, and his mouth continued it's path along her skin, leaving a tiny trail of fiery heat wherever it touched. Her hands expertly began to bare his back, and chest, removing the previous encumberances which had covered it. His body was shaped by years of strength, and training, his skin taut across his well shaped muscles. Having done this she dropped to her knees, and proceeded to remove his pants, caressing his leg as she did so. She tried to fill him with the same pleasure he had given her just a few moments before, as she placed a delicate kiss on the sensitive skin behing his knee. "Susan," he reached down and hoisted her back up to his level. "Please, there is more to see you know," he chided. "Oh yes, there is," she purred seductively as she reached behind herself and swiftly removed the remaining underclothing. "That’s not what I meant," his eyes wandered down to what had just been revealed to them. "I have a feeling we don’t want to make love on our kitchen counter, I was hoping to get to show you the bedroom," he laughed as he once again pulled into his arms, and carried her. "Marcus, are you scared?" she reached a hand across his chest and around his neck, causing him to turn his head down towards her. "Why?" he requested placing her carefully down on the bed. He then laid down beside her, placing an ever tender hand upon her naked waist. "It’s written all over your face," she sarcastically stated, brushing a stray lock of dark hair from his face. "I know that you’ve never done this before, and I know that it can be scary, and if you want wait…." "He smiled at her thoughtfulness, knowing that she had been looking forward to their wedding night, and very abruptly interrupted her. "I’m in the mood to try something new. Just teach me milady." She immediately surged towards him, caressing his chest furiously as their mouths fused as tightly as possible. Returning her fiery passion, he placed his hands on her back, pressing her body against his own, reveling at the feel of her skin touching his own. Slowly she straddled his hips, and pulled herself completely over top of him. "Marcus," she whispered into his ear with a rich, sultry voice. "Please not yet, I want it to last. Make it last, please." She pushed herself lower on his body, until her mouth was over top his taut stomach. His hands tangled themselves in her messy hair, and he held her head against his mid-section. Her tongue twisted itself across his skin, and into his naval. As he moaned she moved up to his chest, and smiled as his hands moved down her back. She pinched at his nipple, as he reached down to her seat and pulled her up till their faces met. "Susan, your turn," he pushed her onto her back, and pulled himself up onto her. His lips immediately found their way to her breasts. Gently he started sucking on one rose colored tip, caressing her other large mound with the tips of his fingers. "Marcus?" she ran her hands across his back, her fingers spread widely, kneading at his muscles. "Mmm," he lifted his head up from her chest, and gazed into her bright, passion glazed eyes. "Please, now. I need you," her breath was hard, and forced as she whispered to the man she now proudly called her husband. "As you wish," he pushed himself up higher on her slender form, and quickly removed his remaining undergarment. His hand slid between her legs, pushing them apart to gain access to her. He fit perfectly in her hips. he smiled to himself. He waited for a second, as his cock gently found it’s way into her clit. He hesitated for a moment, pulling his head up from beside her cheek, and looking into her expecting eyes. Then as their lips met, and he slipped his tongue into her mouth, he let his hips fall, and slid comfortably into her. She moaned audibly, and placed her hands underneath his chest, pressing slightly against him. He waited until he was fully encompassed by her molten core before lifting himself out once more. She immediately began to work against him, speeding up the rhythm of his thrusts, increasing their sensation. "Susan," he gasped as she tightened herself around him. Her long legs wrapped around his, holding him inside of her, as her arms wrapped around him. She forcibly rocked from one side to the other until gained enough force to roll him onto his back. She captured his lips again, and rocked her hips against him, thrusting him deeply inside her opening. And then the pulsating feeling of their physical love began anew, and an ecstasy built inside them both, untamed, and true. He yelled out, screaming her name, as pleasure shook through his limbs, and as his arms wrapped lower around her body. She just continued to pound at him, until she finally came, he body shaking as a wave of electric passion rocked through her soul. Gently she settled back down against him, and just laid there on top of his body, waiting for their tired bodies to recuperate from their love making. As they calmed down she sat up onto his hips, her legs folded at both his sides. Then she gently began to massage his chest. "Marcus?" she was slowly regaining her breath. One of his hands reached up, and gently cupped one of her breasts, "Yes, Love." "You going to miss your unicorns?" she smiled down at him as they both began to laugh. His hands slid across her, and around her thin waist as he replied, "Not if you keep on doing that!" "Well then, I guess we are going to be awfully busy keeping you from getting lonely, now aren’t we?" "Oh, most definitely. *Very* busy indeed." "So I take it you enjoyed it," she chastised as he gave her his response with a gentle, but meaningful glance. "And they say you can’t teach an old dog new tricks." She slid off of him, and stretched out. "Good-night love," he softly whispered as she laid her head on his shoulder, and wrapped an arm about his chest. He kissed her on the cheek, and then, comfortable in each other’s loving embrace, they fell asleep. End.