You can’t expect to sleep much the night before your wedding, but I was awake and restless for reasons not having to do with my impending role as a bride. I looked yet again at the corner of the room where my wedding gown hung, waiting silently for me. The moonlight shone through the window and hit the fine ivory beads lining the gown, causing it to glow gently in the darkness. It was a reminder, a warning. Tomorrow, it seemed to say, you will belong to me. But tonight is tonight. Do what thou wilt.

I pushed the bedcovers off slowly, being careful not to stir Cynthia, my maid of honor and best friend, who was sharing the large four-poster bed with me. I studied her calm, tranquil face, watching her sleep, knowing how shocked she would be if she knew what I was about to do. She would do everything in her power to try to stop me, or at least talk me out of it. She might even succeed.

And so I slid off the bed without a sound, padding on bare feet to the door. My trembling hand reached for the doorknob and turned it ever so slowly, pulling the door open just wide enough to slip through. As I did, I took one last glance at my wedding dress. It hung in stern, silent approval. My time will come. But you still have tonight.

Heart pounding, I made my way down the vast hall. Having the wedding at Grandma’s mansion was a wonderful idea, but it made my journey longer and more perilous. Should a stray uncle or cousin have heard the hall floorboards creaking and come to see who was out there, I might have lost my nerve and gone back to bed. But the great house remained silent. I felt it conspiring with me, as if it were silencing its noisy oak floors just so I would have safe passage.

Finally, after an eternity of false stops and starts, I found myself outside Elliot’s door. A deafening silence seemed to surround me, as if all the forces that were had their breaths held, to see what I would do. My hand was shaking badly as I gripped the crystal doorknob and began to slowly push the door open. I peered into the darkness with hungry, terrified eyes, a hunter stalking its prey. I gave my eyes a few seconds to adjust, and finally I could make out his shape on the bed, buried under the blankets.

A rush of excitement and desire swept over me as I slipped into the room, carefully closing the door and, after a moment of thought, locking it. Then I made my way slowly to the bed. I could hear his soft breathing, and his musky scent filled my nostrils. My body was alive and electric, possessed by a driving, animal want, and I trembled as I tip-toed to his bed side.

I carefully reached down and gripped the soft blankets, pulling them slowly down his body, my gaze burning as they drank in his smooth, sleek body. Muscled in all the right places, flat and hairless and utterly male.

Elliot. God.

Shaking badly, I knelt on the bed, panting softly as I gazed down on him. His chest rose and fell as he slept, his face drawn in a deep, contented state. My fingertips reached down and brushed his shoulder lightly, sliding over his neck and down to his chest. Warm, and oh so perfect.

Watching him, I lifted one leg and straddled him, easing down on top of him lightly. He didn’t move. I could feel his cock push against my satin panties, and I moved my hips slowly, teasing him to hardness. It took a moment, but I sighed with pleasure when I felt his cock pushing against me, straining through the cotton prison of his boxers. My tongue slid over my lips as I flattened my palms against his torso, sliding them over his warm, smooth skin, reveling in the feel of him. For a time I was content to do this, sitting on him and feeling his hardness against me, while my fingers ravished his flesh. But I wanted more. I wanted him awake.

“Elliot.” A whisper, husky and trembling.

His gentle snore was my only response.

I bent over him now, my hands caressing his sides, and lowered my mouth to his chin, kissing it lightly. “Elliot,” I whispered again.

He stirred. Groaning softly, I brushed my lips over his, then gently sucked at his cheek, running my tongue up to his ear and dabbing at it, teasing it.

“Elliot, wake up,” I murmured urgently. I closed my teeth on his earlobe, sinking them into his flesh. I felt his body start beneath me.

“Wha… who’s there?”

“It’s me,” I groan, slipping my tongue inside his ear, tickling and teasing.

“Wh-who? Lenora? Jesus!” His body stiffened beneath me, and his hands gripped my arms. “What the hell you are doing?” His whisper was loud, panicked and raspy.

“What do you think I’m doing?” I replied, sliding my hands over his chest, nipping and kissing his cheek and chin and neck.

“I don’t believe this!”

Smiling, I raised my head up slightly and grinned down at him lecherously. “Believe it.”

In the darkness his eyes were shiny with panic. “Lenora, I… you can’t. We can’t.”

“Oh, but we can,” I purred, sliding a finger down the side of his face. “And more importantly, we must.” I slid my body up and down his, pushing and twisting. My nipples hardened under my satin top, and I began to feel warm and damp between my legs. I smiled through the darkness at him, panting, dragging my open lips over his chin.

“Lenora,” he said, his voice pleading. “Richie is my best friend…”

“I know he is,” I answered huskily. I could feel Elliot resisting me, making his body as rigid as possible under my ministrations. That would change. Or not. It made no difference.

His fingers dug into my upper arms, trying in vain to slow my movements atop him. “Don’t you love him?” he asked.

“Of course I do,” I whispered, pushing my hips against him, planting my palms firmly on his chest, resisting his efforts to push me off. “I love him, and I want you.” Before he could respond, I buried his mouth under mine, kissing him hard, sliding my tongue between his lips in a fucking motion. Elliot groaned helplessly and began to shake.

“Can’t,” he gasped hoarsely, as I pulled my mouth from his. I laughed softly as my tongue traveled over his lips. I pushed my body down on his, clamping his legs between my thighs. My hands gripped his head as my lips feasted on his, kissing him as I wished. All my fear was gone, replaced now with desire and need. My will would not be thwarted.

“I’m going to fuck you,” I whispered sharply, grinding my hips relentlessly. “I’m going to fuck you, Elliot, and there’s very little you can do about it. You know I like to have my way, and I always do, eventually.”

“Why?” he moaned. “Why tonight? Lenora…” he tried to move from under me, but I pressed against him even harder, squeezing my body against his, trapping him.

“Because I wish it,” I answered, burying his mouth in a lewd, hard kiss. He shifted under me again, to no avail.

“Oh yeah, I like that, fight me,” I breathed. “C’mon, Elliot, make me take you and fuck you. Don’t make it easy for me.” I was suffused with the pleasure of my selfish lust, and my skin grew hot and damp as he struggled beneath me. I laughed softly and ran a fingertip over his lips, gazing greedily into his eyes, while my other hand moved down his body, toying with the waistband of his shorts.

“Tomorrow, this will have never happened,” I said, my voice hard and teasing. “And it will never happen again. But tonight, Elliot, sweet Elliot, I am making a long time fantasy come true.” Saying this, I pushed my hand into his shorts and gripped his warm cock, feeling it grow hard in my fingers. He gasped loudly and arched his back, an instinctive act but exactly the wrong thing to do. His cock responded by stiffening and growing in my grip, and I took the opportunity to meet his upward thrust by arching my own back, my breasts flattening against his broad chest. He gasped, and his cock throbbed in my grip. I laughed, enjoying his mistake.

Elliot had always been a bit frightened by me, by my brash style and aggressive mouthiness, and deep down I found his fearful respect endearing and very attractive. I knew he would do this whether he wanted to or not, because he feared more what would happen if he refused me.

His body fell back on the bed, and his panicked eyes swept over me as I sat up on him, pulling at my top, sliding it up as I looked down at him with a mocking, lustful gaze. Elliot bit his lip as I yanked my top over my head and threw it across the room, revealing my round, hard breasts. Cackling, I slid my hands around them, cupping them, toying with my nipples as he watched.

“See?” I said softly. “See how they want you?” I rocked against him slowly, my hips writhing, panting hotly as I felt his hardness push between my legs. Elliot shook his head, his face stricken, and I laughed again as I lowered myself on him, gripping my breasts and aiming them at his face. I sighed loudly as I pushed one heavy breast against his mouth, sliding my nipple over his lips again and again. “Lick it,” I ordered him, and Elliot reluctantly obeyed. I was tickled. He was still more scared than he was aroused, but knew not to disobey me. His tongue was awkward as it dabbed at my nipple, but it felt oh so good. I tossed my hair and bit my lip, closing my eyes with pleasure. I held my breast tightly and pushed more of its fleshiness between his lips, shoving as much as I could into his mouth. Elliot groaned helplessly and gripped the bedsheets, his head twisting helplessly as I rammed my breast in and out of his mouth.

“Yessss,” I hissed. “Oh Elliot, that is so nice. What a good boy you are.” Saying this, I pulled my breast from his mouth and replaced it with its twin, pushing and twisting it relentlessly, squeezing him between my legs. Finally I sat up again, this time sliding down his legs and sitting on his knees. He propped himself up on his elbows and watched me with wide, frightened eyes as I began to slowly pull his shorts down. His cock sprung to full hardness, gleaming in the moonlight, and I licked my lips with anticipation, moaning softly. Impatiently, I raised my hips and gripped my panties, yanking them hastily down my legs and off. Naked, I straddled him on all fours, crawling up the length of his body like a jungle cat, dragging my breasts up his torso. Our faces met, and I gripped the back of his head and kissed him hard, grinding my hips. I could feel the tip of his cock dancing against my belly, and I growled into his mouth with unquenchable lust.

Panting hotly, I pulled my lips off his and stared down into his eyes. For a long moment I took him in, reveling in the fear I saw there, enjoying the mixture of panic and lust he himself was feeling. “Elliot,” I whispered with a smirk.

“No,” he rasped, swallowing hard.

“Yes,” I replied, pushing down on him.

Elliot whimpered helplessly as I bent my head to his chest, licking his nipples, then slowly dragging my tongue down his torso. I slid my hands up to his and laced my fingers with his for a moment, clenching our hands together in a show of force and determination. Then I pulled my hands away and caressed his flat stomach as my tongue made its way to his crotch. My long hair trailed after me, tickling and teasing him, as I pressed my lips around the base of his cock, then peppered his throbbing shaft with hot kisses.

“Oh, man,” he groaned, with a combination of arousal and despair. I giggled softly and wrapped my fingers around his cock, kissing its tip.

“This is mine,” I declared. “All mine.” Saying this, I lapped at his warm cock with long, slow strokes of my tongue, flashing a burning look at his eyes. He watched me, mesmerized, his chest heaving, with a look of excitement and fear. I smiled to myself. I liked the fear almost as much as the excitement.

Groaning, I sucked his cock slowly into my mouth, savoring every moment as its thick warmth pushed between my lips. My tongue welcomed it, wrapping around the shaft and teasing him without mercy. Elliot began to shake, and a gleaming sweat broke out over his hot body. I pushed my mouth over his length, feeling the head of his cock press against the back of my throat, then pulled upward, my lips clamping against the shaft tightly. Moaning, I slid my hand between my legs, pressing against my pussy and feeling its demanding, aching need.

I released his cock from my mouth and kissed it lovingly, then crawled up his body once more. This time I straddled his chest, gazing down at him, pressing my palms all over my sleek, naked body. “How will you please me, Elliot?” I whispered. “What shall I have you do first?”

He looked up at me, his eyes pleading with despair. “Lenora… it’s just wrong…”

I nodded. “I know it is.” My eyes danced merrily, enjoying his discomfort, knowing I could have him nonetheless. Tossing my hair over my shoulder, I reared up and pushed my hips into his face, slowly lowering my pussy to his mouth. He moaned, and I laughed as I pushed down on him, grinding my hips gently.

“Get to work, now darling,” I sighed. I felt his body tremble beneath me as I squeezed my thighs against his head, feeling his tongue lap at me, reluctantly at first and then with increasing relish. I arched my back and sighed, biting my lip as I began to ride his mouth, dragging my pussy up and down his face and grinding my hips against him.

“Oh, that’s so nice.” My belly churned as I pushed against him, humping his mouth hard, leaving him little chance to catch his breath. I pressed my hands against my ass and began panting loudly, shuddering with pleasure as his mouth sucked and licked at me. My loud moans filled the room as I began riding him faster, harder. Elliot gripped my hips to hold me in place, and I clamped my hands down on his, guiding him, fucking his mouth without mercy or respite.

I took my time, resting for a moment and then churning my hips with renewed vigor, reveling in the power I had over him. Elliot worked desperately to please me, sliding his tongue in and out of me like a cock, making my body shudder with waves of orgasms. Finally, panting, slick with sweat, I pulled off his mouth and sat up, gazing down at him with hot eyes. His face was flushed, and he gulped for breath as he looked up at me with trepidation.

“That was very nice,” I murmured. I bent over and kissed him, licking my own juices from his lips. He heaved a breath and slid his fingers through my hair.

“No more,” he gulped. “Okay? I mean, for Richie’s sake.”

I shook my head. “Not okay. I’ve only just begun, lover.” I kissed him quickly, then moved my hips down his body until I sat over his throbbing cock, which seemed to search me out. With a wide-eyed smile, I planted my hands on his chest and rotated my hips, sliding my pussy over the head of his cock.

“Lenora…”

“Elliot.” My tone was mocking. “Want this inside me,” I moaned, reaching down for his cock and pointing it at my moist slit. I gasped slightly as I pushed down, watching his hardness disappear inside me. “Oh,” I cried. He was a perfect fit. I felt his cock fill me, pressing against the muscles of my walls snugly, and I hissed with pleasure as I settled on top of him.

“Mmmm,” I purred, caressing his chest, rocking slowly back and forth. “Feels so good, Elliot. Wish I’d gone through with this earlier.” With that, I began to fuck him, slowly at first, savoring his hardness. Elliot groaned and fell back on the bed, his eyes screwed tightly shut. I laughed and began fucking him faster, gyrating my hips in a sensuous, hungry manner, increasing my thrusts, feeling his hard, hot cock as it slid between my lips again and again.

“Yes, oh yes, Elliot,” I cried, seething. I leaned back, gripping his thighs, and churned against him hard, pushing my hips and thrusting at him with animal passion. He groaned loudly, his hands reaching out to my belly, then drifting up to my breasts. I was pleased. I leaned forward, bending over him so my breasts would hang heavy in his hands, and planted my hands on the mattress, bucking and humping at him as hard as I could.

“Squeeze them, lick them,” I growled, pushing my breasts into his hands. He let out a quiet whimper of protest, but obediently dug his fingers into my soft, fleshy breasts and sliding his tongue over the nipples. I gasped and rode him harder, my hips becoming a blur as I fucked him with selfish vigor.

“Yes, oh god that’s so hot,” I gasped, as his teeth gently gripped a nipple. I bit my lip hard and grunted impatiently, squeezing his cock inside my pussy and ravaging it as I fucked him relentlessly. I gripped the mattress and tossed my head, slamming my aching body against him, taking him, my mind screaming with pleasure as I savored every moment.

Finally, I came, and collapsed atop him. Gasping, I wrapped his head in my arms and kissed him hard, shoving my tongue in his mouth as my hips continued to writhe uncontrollably. He still had not come, which was my preference.

I broke the kiss and lay fully on top of him, my pussy still clamped around his cock. Laughing, I leaned my chin on my hand and tapped his nose playfully. “Having fun, my dear sweet Elliot?”

He was breathing hard, panting, trembling, no doubt feeling ravaged by my forceful lovemaking. “Okay, Lenora, you’ve had your fun. It’s almost morning, and you should be in bed.”

I nipped at his chest with sharp teeth. “I am in bed,” I giggled. “And no, Elliot my darling, I’m not quite finished with you just yet.” I sat up, climbing off him. Gazing over my shoulder with lecherous intent, I swung my body around and got on all fours, pushing and rotating my ass at him.

“We have more than enough time, darling,” I said, flashing him a lecherous grin.

Elliot moaned, then struggled to his knees behind me. I sighed, leaning over and laying my head down on my arms, my hips twisting and churning at him.

I felt Elliot dig his fingers into my sweaty hips, his body trembling violently. I moaned into my arms as I felt his cock work gently against my slit, and I pushed my ass against him, urging and teasing him.

“Oh god, Lenora,” he gasped. He palmed my ass, trying in vain to hold it still.

“Do it, Elliot!” I groaned. “Put it inside me, oh I want it so bad, oh Elliot…”

He grunted, and I felt his cock push inside me, hot and hard and willing. He held it there for a few seconds, then slowly dragged it back until it nearly slipped out. Then he pushed forward again, burying it deep inside my pussy.

“That’s it,” I hissed, turning my head to watch with burning eyes. “Nice and hard. Fuck me, Elliot, come on, fuck me!” I churned my hips and squeezed his cock between my pussylips, gripping and imprisoning him inside me. Elliot moaned and began sawing back and forth, filling me with his hard, throbbing cock, slowly at first and then faster. I gripped the sheets until my knuckles were white, and reared up on all fours, slamming my ass in rhythm to his strokes, twisting and churning my hips in short, tight movements. I tossed my hair and panted hotly, dripping with sweat, and encouraged him to go faster.

“Damn!” Elliot seethed, losing himself. He gripped my hot, writhing body and fucked me hard, slamming back and forth. The room was filled with our cries and grunts and hot, lusty sweat as we gave into our most animalistic urges. Elliot fell forward and hunched over my naked back, his hands reaching under me to grip and play with my hot, slippery breasts. I threw my head back and laid my face alongside his, turning to him for a kiss. Elliot moaned into my mouth and fucked me harder, pushing his hips against my ass and slamming me with short, hard strokes. I shoved my tongue in his mouth and gripped his head, twisting my body against his in an unending tease, driving him to increase his strokes and fuck me as hard as he could.

“Come inside me,” I gasped, sucking on his lips in a savage fashion. He nodded and groaned, wrapping his arms around my middle and sitting up straight, pulling me up with him. I bounced up and down on his lap, my body flinging about wildly, writhing and churning my hips, pulling his cock deep inside me, clenching it with my muscles. Elliot kissed and chewed on my ear, his hot panting thrilling me.

“God, Lenora, I’m going to…”

“I know!” I shrieked. “Do it! Come, Elliot!”

He let out a guttural cry and came, flooding my pussy with thick, hot juices, and I pushed back against him, throwing my hips about with abandon, savoring very moment. Through my sweat-filled eyes I could see the room becoming lighter, as the dawn approached. I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes, wanting to live this moment forever. In my mind, I always would.

Elliot let out a loud moan and fell forward, rocking against my body. I smiled, feeling his cock throb angrily inside me, wanting more, and felt his heart hammering inside his chest, against my back. I slid my arm around his neck and kissed him deeply, almost tenderly, sliding my tongue around his. I waited until his cock had become somewhat limp, then gently climbed off him, sitting on the bed and facing him with a grin. Elliot looked a mess; his hair was wildly out of place, and his face was flushed. His wonderful body gleamed with sweat, and I noted with satisfaction that his cock was growing again just from the sight of me. He fell back against the pillows, his chest heaving, looking at me incredulously. I leaned back, my hands planted on the mattress, and crossed my legs, eyeing him with a mischievous look.

“The best man,” I giggled. “You certainly were that tonight, darling Elliot.”

He was still gasping for breath when he spoke. “I can’t believe I did that. I’ll never be able to look Richie in the eye again.”

I nodded with sympathy, but without regret. “We had to, Elliot,” I said softly. “It would have been worse for Richie if we hadn’t, trust me.” He looked so puzzled and bewildered that my heart went out to him. I crawled to him on all fours and held his face gently, giving him a kiss. “Thank you, sweet darling man,” I whispered, pushing a sweaty lock of hair from his eye.

”Never again?” he asked.

“Never again,” I replied. Kissing him quickly on the nose, I climbed off the bed and retrieved my top and panties, smiling warmly at him as I dressed. Elliot sat forward, his eyes wide and urgent.

“But…” he began. I reached out and traced his chest with a finger, feeling a pang of sadness.

“I’ll see you at the wedding,” I whispered. I then turned quickly and slipped out of his room, without looking back.