Wedding Day

“Every couple has special days they hold onto and remember. For me, February 11th will not only be remembered as the day we were to say ‘I do,’ but as the day I killed the love of my life.”

—Knock-Knock—

“Ahem, Yeah. Who is it?” Billie asked, clearing her throat.

“It’s me. Let me in,” a male voice replied.

Billie quickly applied lipstick in the mirror and pulled her robe down, narrowly revealing her bare shoulder and collarbone. She unlocked the door to the bridal suite and let the man enter. He closed the door behind him and drew closer to her. His scent wrapped around her before his hands did. She leaned into the touch, inhaling every bit of his essence. Catching herself, she pulled back to see his face in its entirety.

“You know it’s bad luck for the groom to see the bride beforehand,” she noted with a grin.

“Come on now, baby. You know that don’t apply to us,” he assured. “But, uhh, you in here talking to yourself or something? I heard mumbling,” he asked.

“I mean, yeah, kind of. I was practicing this speech I’m going to say later.”

“Oh, for real? Let me hear.”

“It’ll only ruin the surprise, and—”

Before Billie could utter more, he lifted her onto the counter and laid a hand on each thigh, gently pressing them apart. His eyes glared into hers, unflinching, waiting for her approval. She obliged with a tilt-up of her chin and opened wide for him.

On bended knees, he rested her legs on his shoulders, leaned forward, and worshipped her, devouring her with no restraint. Losing herself in pleasure, Billie arched deeper into him, straining for that sweet release—welcoming every lick and suckle. One finger slid inside, causing her legs to tighten and tug him closer. Two fingers slid into her, and she thrashed and shoved his face deeper into her. The tingle of his heated breath sent chills down her.

His hand pounded against her base again and again while he licked, sucked, and nibbled. Her hips shifted up and down, wanting more and more. Her legs tightened again as he moaned into her. She reached her peak and melted into his arms after rushing down from the climax. He gripped her tighter, supporting her body when she grew limp. His hand stayed in motion, and he pressed soft kisses against her lips, squeezing every drop of pleasure he could from her. He stopped once he felt the last of her muscles release.

He pulled away, stood up, and went for a kiss. Billie leaned in, eagerly tasting herself on his lips. Before she knew it, he was unzipping his pants and sliding into her, thrusting faster and faster. Their kisses grew impatient with each push inside her. Billie wrapped her legs around him, locking him inside, as she looked into his eyes—an approval for his favorite place of release. In seconds, his moans grew more strained, and his thrusts slowed to a gentle stop. Billie leaned back, giving access to her breast. And just as she expected, with eyes closed, he pushed her robe down, palmed her left breast, and sucked greedily.

“FUCK!” he yelped. “What is that, Billie?”

“Shit. I’m sorry, baby. They’re nipple pasties,” she explained while opening her robe more to reveal nude coverings over her nipples. “I can’t wear a bra with my dress, so I wear these.” Billie shifted her shoulders side to side, making her breasts jiggle and him smile.

“I get it,” he replied, going for another kiss.

“Aht. Aht,” Billie interjected. “I already let you get your fill. Now, it’s time for you to go.” She pushed him out of the room. “I will see you at the altar,” she added while closing the door. Before it shut, he pushed it slightly back open.

“It’s us, right?” he asked.

“Till death do us part,” she responded and closed the door, finally.

Moments after he left, there was a knock at the door—they were ready for her.

Billie was walking down the aisle before she knew it. Her dress floated with the wind, barely grazing the ground. She glided toward him, taking in every moment—it was just as she dreamed. Just as she had planned for months. The perfectly purple lilacs, the tailored dress, all the way down to his grandfather’s pocket watch that dangled on his jacket—it was thought to be a lost heirloom, but she hunted it down and gifted it to him.

“Oh my gosh. KIONE!” someone yelled. Billie froze mere steps away from the altar.

Kione’s pocket watch shattered as he hit the ground. Seeing that watch again reminded her of how much she loved him. It warmed her heart thoroughly—until she looked at him hunched over and remembered how she had watched a video of him fucking multiple women the night of his bachelor party.