♥ A normal wedding night ♥

Dustin paused as he finished helping Sammie out of her dress to take in what his new wife had opted to wear underneath. Which was to say, very little. While the garments did technically cover all her assets, they were also made out of lace so fine as to be practically transparent, while she’d opted for stockings in place of her usual ankle-socks. Said stockings - and the garter-belt they were attached to - drew his attention, before the dark-skinned woman frowned at him.

“You’re still overdressed, Dusty. Get out of that suit - we’ve got a whole night ahead of us,” she murmured, her eyes lidded as she looked him up and down. Swallowing hard, Dustin began to unbutton his jacket; while he was very intimately acquainted with Sammie, he’d never seen quite such a hungry look on her face before, not even on their first time together.

A moment’s fumbling with his belt, then Dustin’s boxers and trousers fell away, leaving him in just a shirt. At that point, his new wife shoved him rather firmly back onto the bed, dark thighs straddling his lap as she leaned in for a kiss. For a moment, Dustin’s world sank into the feeling of lace pressing against him, the warmth behind it feeling like a fire as their tongues danced.

Pulling away, Sammie arched her back, allowing him to reach up to unclasp her bra. As the garment fell down her arms she leaned forward once more, his cock pressed hard between them as she kissed him again while she worked the lingerie the rest of the way off.

Operating more on base instinct than any kind of plan, Dustin slid his hands down to cup the pilot’s ass. Lifting, he caught a nipple with his mouth; Sammie’s intake of breath at the sensation then drove him onward. A moment’s fumbling, her clothing tugged to the side, and Sammie sank back down with a moan. Dustin lifted his hips as she descended, their union drawing a gasp from both of their throats as his hands returned to resting on her back.

Sammie leaned into his touch, tilting her head forward until their foreheads met as she began to move, her hips slowly rolling in his lap. The subtle rotation added changing waves of pressure to his cock where it was buried in her warmth as she rose and fell, the newly-weds panting with locked eyes as she worked them both towards their release.

“Sammie, I…” Dustin managed to gasp, trying to express his feelings for the woman in his lap before losing his words as she ground down a little too hard for her own control and clenched around him. In the place of telling her he loved her he could only watch and marvel as she lost all rhythm, her orgasm crashing through her like a wave - and threatening to carry him off with it.

Between panting gasps, the pilot managed to moan out words. It took a second for Dustin to realise that she was pleading for him to share her release - but when he understood the meaning in those gasping cries, all restraint snapped. With a grunt at the effort, he bucked up into her, her voice pitching up as he lost all control, fucking her faster than before as his cock pulsed to give her the filling she was begging for.

In the aftermath of their shared passion, the pair sat with lungs heaving as they gulped down air. Sammie began to giggle, the endorphins of her orgasm overwhelming the dark-skinned woman; her laughter was infectious, and as he flopped back on the bed before pulling her down to lie next to him Dustin too found himself chuckling. “That… wow, Sammie, that was something else, even for you,” he said softly, smiling as the woman curled up in his arms.

Fingertips traced down his chest. “Yea… you know, Emely of all people had to talk me out of having our wedding night be an orgy? I mean, I was all for us just having endless three-ways and moresomes all night, until she suggested we focus on just our own bond rather than our wider relationship. Emely! Of all people! But oh god…” her braids shifted against his arm as she gave a shudder of pleasure, “…I’m so glad it’s just us right now. Umm…”

Dustin didn’t need to tell her to ask a question - her drifting fingers had slid lower to where his cock was already stirring back to life. “Same again, or do you want to try something different?” he grinned, propping himself up on his arm as he looked down at his bride, the sweat on her skin glinted in the cabin’s lighting.

The pilot frowned a moment, then shrugged and spread her legs before reaching forward, dragging her ankles up to hold them by her ears. “Your choice… just grab lube if we’re doing something different, Mr Smith.”

For a moment, Dustin debated leaving their wedding bed to grab a bottle from the automat. Past experiences - the few that he’d had - with the pilot’s backdoor had him rating taking her there highly but… Rolling on top of her, he lined his newly re-hardened cock up and slid back into her cunt, her wetness and his prior release slicking his entrance. “Nothing different for now, Mrs Smith. I just want you however you want me tonight, Sammie. So unless you want me back there, in which case say so, we’ll stay like this for as long as we can,” he said, nuzzling into her neck as he slowly rocked his hips forward.

Sammie let go of her ankles, her legs dropping to wrap around his waist as she cradled his head in her hands. Shifting her hips to ease the angle by which he was entering her, the pilot smiled up at him. “Just… oh god…. Just like… like this is fine. Just don’t, don’t fuck… don’t fucking stop!” Her walls clenched around his thrusting shaft, the woman beneath him seemingly on a hair trigger as she rapidly approached orgasm once more.

The dark-skinned pilot’s breasts glistened in the light, filling much of Dustin’s vision - but not as much as her eyes right before they fluttered shut, his wife losing herself in her release as her cunt clenched around him. Groaning, he held back his own climax through force of will, thrusting past that tight heat as he tried to drive her from one peak to the next.

Sammie’s eyes flew open, her legs tightening their lock behind Dustin’s back. “Fuck fuck fuck! Fucking… OH FUCK!” She panted, any semblance of meaning lost in a haze as his thrusts turned punishing, his own approaching climax fighting with his determination to give the woman everything she deserved and more on this special night.

The pilot’s next orgasm proved too much. As her arousal surged around him, Dustin found himself driving forward with a powerful thrust that knocked the breath out of them both, his cock not just twitching but practically vibrating inside her as he shot what felt like a flood deep into his love.

This time, it wasn’t just panting and cuddling once the orgasm receded. With care, the two separated, their sweat-slick bodies chilly in the cool air of the cabin as they gasped for air in the aftermath of what they’d just done. Dustin felt like he’d run a marathon, while Sammie just lay like a puppet with all it’s strings cut, and so for a time the pair just rested - before the newest Mrs Smith managed to shakily lift herself into a sitting position. “W…whoa. Even for you, that was… fuck Dusty, that was good,” she managed at last, grinning down at him. “I can barely feel my legs - look!” She pointed down, where her thighs were still slightly trembling in the aftermath of her rolling orgasms and the intensity of that final climax.

Struggling upright himself, Dustin leaning in for a kiss. “It was amazing, not good,” he grinned, before testing his own legs as he climbed out of the bunk. At a whine from the woman behind him and a hand grabbing his wrist he turned back to her. “What? Don’t you want me to get us some water? And maybe one of those snack bars you and Rye love? After all, we’ll need our energy if you want to go again.”

Sammie blinked, then nodded. “Alright. Also… I may have one last surprise for you in about…” she glanced at the clock “…an hour and a half or so. So yea, we should rehydrate and fuel up first, Mr Captain-Husband sir.”