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.
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	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.

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