Wedding Night

There were laughter and jokes going on outside the living room. This is their wedding night; she still cannot believe that it actually happened. Sandra and Samuel finally share the same last name, as well as the same house, same room, and of course … the same perfect king-sized bed. All the way in the privacy of their bathroom, Sandra still recognizes the familiar voices of their friends, still congratulating their marriage. Along the commotion, she heard several trademark phrases of “Ah..my cute descendant” along with “Ohohoho…you two were so kawaii,” and the usual threatens of her beloved (though crazy and over-protective) brother.

 

Changed into a rather skimpy-looking nightgown, Sandra yawns, stepping into the dimly-lit bedroom. The whole house actually quieted down a lot, and she could hear car engines noises fading in the distance.

 

“Well, well…seems like Samuel can finally ‘shoo off’ most people.” Sandra giggles to herself. Those people are all nosy anyway. Heck…Tamara actually told her that she doesn’t want to miss out tonight’s “action.” Well, everyone but Tom. He actually held his ground and declared that he needed to “watch” them for the first couple of days, in fact waiting for his little sister to say that she wants to move back home. Sandra chuckles at the thought, almost laugh out loud as the familiar growling sound – surely emitted from Tom – coming from the living room as her Dad persuades him to let the newly wed couple “rest.” Sandra feels her cheeks flaming as she suddenly remembers that this is their wedding night. She’s almost certain that the both of them wouldn’t be able to “rest” much tonight, despite the fact that they’re exhausted after the struggles for the wedding feast.

 

Too busy with her thoughts, Sandra didn’t notice Samuel groggily walks in the room with a wine bottle in his hand. He closes the door making her jump out of her thoughts.

 

“Gosh Samuel, you look like a homeless bum.” Giggling, Sandra comes forward and pull the bottle from his hand. Still amused from the sight, she grins to herself as she set the bottle down on a far-corner table.

 

“Do I really look that funny?” Samuel suddenly encloses his arms around her waist making her gasp.

 

“Look in the mirror and you’ll find the answer honey.” Sandra turns around to face him, pulling him down for a short kiss.

 

“Such a smarty-ass response eh? Then you’re clever enough to know that I’m not really drunk.” He flashes a sly grin at her. Sandra’s mouth slowly forms an “O,” knowing that only her Dad is sensible enough to leave the couple alone, and powerful enough to pull Tom home.

 

“Yeah…yeah…I still won’t let you touch me smelling like alcohol.” Sandra wrinkles her nose and pretend to fan away the smell.

 

“Oh really…you’re so sure?” With that, Samuel picks her up, carrying her bridal style to the large bed. She squirms and giggles lightly in his arms as he puts her down on the mattress. Without a warning, he practically pounces on her. Moments later, they’re entranced in a passionate kiss, melting into each other’s embrace.

 

Trailing kisses down her neck, Samuel uses his teeth to pull down the straps of her nightgown. His hands work to remove the rest of the skimpy material in a flash, leaving it hanging on a corner of the bed.

 

Sandra grabs his tie and pulls him up for another kiss, loosening the tie and unbutton his shirt in the process.

 

Samuel trails kisses around Sandra’s breasts, to finally reach the tip, making her moan out loud.

 

“Samuelnn, harder…” Sandra moans out in her ragged breath. Samuel clamps his mouth around her bud, sucking her nipple harder. Samuel slowly moves to the other breast as one of his hand crawls down to remove her panties. Sandra pulls his head to her chest even closer; she didn’t notice that Samuel works his way to remove the rest of their clothing rather quickly.

 

Within seconds, Samuel thrusts inside her. The sudden impact makes Sandra moan out his name loudly. This is not their first time; in fact, they couldn’t remember how many times they did it before. Yet, the feelings, the passion, the love all seem to heighten up in a short moment. It is indescribable. Neither of them knows how much time has passed – they are lost in their own fantasy world.

 

The room feels so hot. Sandra and Samuel both feel it – it felt like they’re floating on the softest cloud, flying higher and higher.

 

Screaming out each other’s name, they both reach their climax. Samuel pulls out and flip over so that Sandra is lying on top.

 

“Samuel…I feel so tired.” Sandra said, her eyes are starting to close.

 

“Go to sleep then Sandra.” Samuel chuckles softly at her attempt to keep her eyes open.

 

“But I want tonight to be special…I don’t want to waste it on sleeping.” She pouts, remembering the mental promise to herself: to make her wedding night unforgettable.

 

“Being with you is special enough.” Samuel said with a smile.

 

“You and your sweet talks.” Sandra giggles and bury her face into his chest.

 

They both drift off to sleep, comfortable in each other’s arms. How many times will they wake up in the middle of the night to continue their “wedding night mission”?.