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Torn Beverly Howard sat on the edge of the bed taking deep breaths and trying to relax. * Stay calm Beverly * she thought * There’s no reason to be nervous. Jack Crusher is downstairs waiting for me and he loves me very much...and I love him, right? He’s a wonderful man and I’m doing the right thing, except... * Beverly’s thoughts were interrupted by a sudden, loud pounding on the bedroom door. "Beverly!" a familiar voice shouted, "Let me in!" Beverly quickly stood and unlocked the door, allowing Jean-Luc Picard to come bursting in. He momentarily lost his footing but quickly regained his balance as he spun around to look at Beverly. She was clad only in a cream-colored slip and he stared appreciatively at her figure. She glared back at him, sizing up his appearance. He was wearing tight blue jeans, a faded t-shirt, black jacket and holding a half-empty bottle of wine, which obviously had not been his first bottle. "Jean-Luc, what are you doing here?" she snapped. "I came for your wedding, Beverly." "You’re drunk. You shouldn’t be here." "Tough shit." He held out his bottle of wine. "Perhaps we should drink to your impending nuptials," he spat out. She didn’t dignify his caustic remark with an answer, but simply stared at him. When she didn’t respond, Jean-Luc simply shrugged, took a large swig of wine and then set the bottle on the nightstand. Turning back to her, he began moving toward her. Beverly took a few steps back, hoping to put some distance between them, but to no avail. Beverly was backed up against the wall and Jean-Luc quickly closed the distance. His close proximity sent a shudder of desire through Beverly, much to her own surprise. She fought to suppress those feelings and focus on her anger at his appalling behavior. "Tell me, Beverly, are you happy?" he asked softly. "Yes," she breathed. He brought his face closer to her. She could smell the wine on his breath. "I think I should kiss the bride." His low, rumbling voice sent another wave of desire through her body. Beverly pulled back and turned her face away from him. Jean-Luc responded quickly, grabbing her chin to bring her face back toward his. Jean-Luc locked his gaze with hers and slowly traced his fingers over her full, sensuous lips. Beverly gasped in surprise as his mouth came down hard on hers in a searing kiss. He thrust his tongue past her lips, mercilessly ravishing her mouth. Beverly readily succumbed, melting against his firm body. The feel of her soft, satin clad body against his fed his hunger for her. She could feel his arousal as his erection pressed against her heated center. Several moments later, Beverly tore herself away from his lips, gasping for breath. She was sure he could hear her heart pounding in her chest. "What about Jack?" she asked. Jean-Luc stepped back from her and reached into his jacket. His hand reappeared, brandishing a small knife. Beverly gasped in surprise at the sudden appearance of the weapon. "What about him," he said simply. He touched the tip of the knife lightly against the skin of her left shoulder. Beverly shivered at the contact. He slowly trailed the knife down her skin, his eyes never leaving hers. All vestiges of anger and fear left her consciousness as her desire surged forth. He stopped the movement of the knife just above her breast, her chest rising and falling with each breath. He let the knife rest there briefly before suddenly slicing through the strap of her slip. Beverly quickly brought her hand up, trying to keep the slip from exposing her breast. She drew in an excited breath when Jean-Luc’s hand covered hers, massaging her breast. Beverly drew his hand away, his warm touch leaving a tingling sensation on her skin. Gazing seductively into his eyes, she brought his hand to her mouth. He trembled and moaned as each digit was drawn into the wet heat of her mouth. Jean-Luc closed his eyes, enjoying the sensuous caresses of Beverly’s tongue around his fingers. But he needed more. He opened his eyes and slowly removed his fingers from her mouth. He locked his eyes with hers, letting her see the desire burning within him. Her own gaze grew darker as her eyes hooded with her own arousal. She gasped when he suddenly grabbed her, dropping her on the bed across her wedding gown. He climbed over her, pushing his knee between her thighs, covering her body with his. Looking into her eyes one last time, he lowered his head to her chest. She sucked a breath in as she felt the first touch of his lips to her exposed breast. She found it difficult to breath as his burning mouth moved across the sensitive mound. Beverly moaned and arched her back as his mouth closed over the nipple, his tongue teasing the hardening peak. Her hands grasped the back of his head, pulling him closer, wanting more. Her hips ground against his leg, rubbing her center against his thigh leaving a trace of her arousal on his jeans. Jean-Luc smiled against her skin, enjoying her sudden and passionate abandon. Beverly felt his mouth leave her breast and begin to move down her body, pressing kisses against the slip. She pulled his head up and began tearing at his clothes. She needed to feel his heated skin against her own. He stood and removed his clothing in record time. Moving back over her, he practically tore the slip from her body. He covered her body again, moaning at the feeling of flesh against flesh. She reached down and grasped his throbbing erection, moving her hand up and down, caressing the hard length. Jean-Luc moaned and reached down, removing her hand from his engorged member. He captured her mouth in a deep kiss, thrusting his tongue into her mouth as he plunged into her warm depths. Beverly pulled away from the kiss and cried out when he filled her, touching her deeper than any man had before. Jean-Luc paused for a moment, relishing the wet, silky feeling of being inside her as her body adjusted to his size. Beverly opened her eyes and looked deep into his as he began to move inside her. He slowly pulled his length from her wet recesses and drove himself back into her, moaning loudly. She gasped in pleasure when he thrust even deeper into her. With their mutual desires building, he increased the pace of his thrusts. Soon he was pounding into her with wild abandon. Her screams of ecstasy filled the bedroom as she lifted her hips to meet each of his thrusts. Beverly felt as if her skin was on fire as the pleasure rocketed through her body. Balling her hand into a fist, she grasped at her wedding gown, not caring when her nails tore through the delicate fabric. At the first twinges of climax, Beverly threw her legs around Jean-Luc’s back and grabbed at his shoulders. He drove himself into her harder and faster, needing more, trying to get deeper. Not slowing his pace, he reached between their bodies and firmly stroked her swollen clit. Beverly let out a feral scream and dug her fingernails into Jean-Luc’s flesh as the most intense orgasm she’d ever experienced, slammed into her. Her internal muscles clenched tightly, gripping fiercely at his throbbing member, catapulting him over the edge. He cried out loudly as his passion exploded within her, her pulsating muscles milking his length completely. As wave after wave of pleasure almost painful in intensity passed over Beverly, she swooned and passed out. Jean-Luc collapsed on top of her listless body, gasping for breath and trying to clear his blurred vision. "Damn," he murmured, rolling off Beverly with a satisfied smile on his face. Jean-Luc turned to look at Beverly, realizing that she was completely unconscious. He rolled onto his side and watched her breathing deeply, her beautiful body glowing with perspiration. He reached out and gently stroked her cheek, aching with the knowledge that she was about to marry another man. His gentle strokes began to bring her around. She opened her eyes and found Jean-Luc gazing tenderly at her. Caught up in the moment, she reached out to caress his cheek. Jean-Luc leaned into the caress until her heard the sounds of organ music filtering up from the lawn. His expression changing from sadness to anger, he suddenly pulled away from Beverly, stood and began pulling on his clothes. He walked to the window, looking down on the wedding scene in the backyard, watching the last few guests being seated. He could barely make out the minister and finally, the anxious groom awaiting his beautiful bride. Beverly stood and walked up behind him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pressing her naked body against him. He shrugged her off and picked up his jacket, preparing to leave. "Jean-Luc," she pleaded, "please don’t go. Don’t leave me like this." "Your ‘husband’ is waiting for you," he snapped. "Please, Jean-Luc, take me with you. I’d do anything for you. I need to be with you. Please." He stopped his retreat as his mind contemplated her words. He slowly turned to face her, briefly admiring her nude form again. He stared into her eyes, which were silently pleading with him. He could also see her passion and desire burning beneath the surface. God, how he wanted...needed this woman. He let out a breath and nodded his ascent to her. Beverly grinned and threw herself at him, kissing him deeply. He reluctantly ended the kiss and smiled back at her. "Get some clothes on and let’s get out of here," he said. Beverly kissed him quickly and ran to the closet, throwing on some clothes as fast as possible. A few minutes later she was ready. Taking her hand, they quickly slipped out of the house and disappeared. They left behind a hastily scrawled ‘I’m sorry’ note for Jack and a torn and stained wedding gown on the bed.
The End Cold shower anyone? ;)
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