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Amy could hardly believe what they were doing as they continued to creep the hallway. Her heart pounded so fast in her chest from all the excitement of it. Wouldn't their guests miss them? But she could hardly give a thought to caring about that at the moment.
Adam tugged her along, her small hand in his much larger one. He paused as they were on the stairs only long enough to gaze at her, his heart catching at how very beautiful she looked. He knew she hated her new haircut, particularly the bangs she was now sporting, but he found it adorable. Everything about her just touched him in such a profound way, and he loved her.
As they reached the next floor, the blond man steered his wife directly toward the first room they came upon. Instantly seeing that it was empty, he pulled her into the room by her hand and kicked the door shut behind them.
"This is the bridal suite," Amy said as she glanced around their surroundings. She could see all of her stuff sitting in her still open suitcase on the floor nearby, the clothing she'd worn here neatly folded.
"So?" Adam gazed down at her, his green eyes full of desire as he backed her against the door. Slowly, he reached just behind her to her left and turned the lock on the door to ensure that they wouldn't be intruded upon or interrupted. He moved his good right hand up from the lock and to her cheek, caressing the soft skin and smoothing the few wispy strands of her red hair that weren't up. God, she was gorgeous... And she was now his wife. And they were all alone.
Amy's breathing was already becoming heavier as her husband lowered his head to hers, his breath soft and warm on her face. Then, as he closed the rest of the meager distance, her eyes closed tightly as their lips met. His hand was still on her cheek as they kissed, and she nearly died as his tongue darted into her mouth in a hurry. She was already turned on but it was increasing by the second as the intensity between them grew into more of an urgency. She spiraled her tongue around his and lowered one of her hands to his firm ass, pulling him even more closely to her.
Adam groaned with pleasure as he rubbed his lower body against her. He was already hard in his tuxedo slacks, and he wanted her to be completely aware of that. He moved his hand to the bodice of her exquisite wedding gown, his long fingers toying with the soft, delicate flesh of the tops of her bosom. He allowed his forefinger to dip down lower into her cleavage, pressing and prodding with alternately firm and then gentle pressure. He smiled as they continued to kiss when he heard her sigh in his mouth.
After a few moments, the tall blond man broke the kiss, his hand fumbling as he moved it to her back. He wanted her out of this dress, and quickly. He was bulging out in the crotch of his pants, and it was becoming crowded in there.
Amy knew just exactly what he wanted, and she smiled as she turned slowly around, offering her back to him. She glanced languidly over her shoulder, watching his actions as he reached down with both hands, his broken left one lightly gripping the portion of the wedding gown surrounding the bottom of the zipper. In a haste, he managed to lower the zipper, and the redhead shrugged out of the top of the dress. Turning back around to face him, the garment slipped gracefully from her shoulders and body to the floor. She supposed she shouldn't *leave* it there, as it was a very expensive and delicate gown, but damn it, her mind, heart, emotions and body alike all just wanted Adam. She wanted him inside of her, and badly.
He licked his lips as he eyed her in her white lingerie, the strapless lacy bra, matching lace thong, thigh-high stockings. He could practically feel drool seeping from the corner of his mouth as he inched back closer to her, his lower body positively throbbing, aching to be nestled deeply inside of her.
Instantly, she came back over to him, her hand coming up to cup his cheek, and she slid her arm around his neck to pull his head down to hers, kissing the breath out of him. She let out a muffled moan in his mouth as she felt his hand fondle almost roughly at her breasts. His hand then went around to her back, and in a moment, he expertly unhooked her bra, which slid down her body and to the floor.
As they continued to kiss, growing more passionate and demanding by the second, she lowered both hands between their bodies, hastily fumbling with the button and zipper of his trousers. Out of them... She wanted - *needed* him *out of them. The moment she had them undone, she reached inside with one hand, fondling the hardness inside his briefs. God, he was hard, hot, throbbing and more than ready for her.
Suddenly, he broke the kiss, his green eyes full of passionate fire as he smiled down at her. He reached down to tug at her thong, and she smiled as he pulled it down, moving her legs so as to allow them to slip down her body. She kicked out of the delicate undergarment, now only clad in the thigh-highs. Then, she stepped close to him again to yank his pants further down, and he stepped out of them, the bulge in his briefs even more prominent.
Amy laughed softly, her hands coming up to slowly undo the buttons on his crisp white shirt. Earlier, he'd already removed the tuxedo jacket and tie, claiming he was uncomfortable. She hurried through the task, and when she had it fully open, she slid her hands into the shirt to slip it off of him. The tall blond man eagerly helped her, then hurriedly rid himself of his briefs.
Adam nearly growled as he suddenly picked her up, his face burrowing into her bare breasts as she clasped her legs around his waist. He carried her over to the plush couch nearby, mindful of the belongings some of the women in the bridal party had left there. In one swift move, not caring about the items, he swept them off the couch to the floor, then laid the redhead down on her back. He hovered over her, smiling, loving the feel of her shapely legs still around his waist, then lowered his lips to hers. Their kiss was so deeply passionate, it made his heart skip a beat.
She was moaning softly as he broke the kiss a long moment later, moving his lips over to her neck, the base of her throat. Her hands were in his hair, toying at the tie and suddenly freeing the golden strands from its ponytail. She cupped his beard-covered cheeks, pulling his face toward hers again, her tongue dipping deeply into his mouth.
Adam reached down between them, gripping himself and guiding himself to her entrance. He groaned as the outsides of his fingers found her very wet, and in a swift move, he slipped inside of her slick silkiness. God, she felt good.
"Oh... God..." she moaned, her head snapping back. Her hazel eyes went momentarily unfocused as he pumped slowly at first, then steadily faster. She relaxed but then stiffened alternately as he reached a pounding rhythm.
"You feel so amazingly good," he whispered. He was breathing fast as he pressed a kiss to her forehead, not stopping the thrusts or the pace of them for even a second. He loved it, loved *her*. He got as deep as possible, hitting her wall and causing her to cry out softly. He could tell after a few minutes that she was growing closer and closer to her orgasm.
Amy's breath was nearly lost. She cried out more loudly as Adam suddenly lowered his head to lick and gently nip at the nipple of her left breast. The feel of him inside of her, rock-hard, his quick and regular thrusts, and now the stimulation of her breast, were all too much for her. It was more pleasure than she could withstand, and she let go and moaned loudly, the orgasm taking over.
The blond man raised his head to gaze down into his wife's ecstatic face, a small smile cocking at his lips. He loved making her feel like this, and as always, it was enough to send him spiraling over as well.
"Sweet Jesus..." he muttered, chasing his words with a growl as he climaxed also, his entire body stiffening as he released himself into her. It went on and on, the pleasure nearly knocking him out, and then finally he relaxed, his breathing returning to its normal pace as she held him down to her, her hand gently stroking his hair.
He didn't want to budge from this spot and would be perfectly happy if they could stay like this for the next hour or two. Yet at the same time, he knew they had to return to their wedding reception downstairs... But they could just lay here holding one another for a few more minutes.
Adam smiled as he lifted his head just enough to peer down into Amy's lovely face. She had a big smile on her face, a look of such satisfaction in her eyes.
"I love you, Mrs. Copeland," the blond man said softly, and the redhead pulled his face to hers to kiss him again.