IR Ever After Part 7

Ingrid appears to like the sound of that.

Riley cringes as she sits upright. “OK,” she says. “OK. We’re good.” She gets to her feet with a little hiss at a twinge from her back. “We’re good. Give me just a second.” Very carefully, she picks up her bag and carries it into the bathroom, leaving her luscious-looking wife waiting eagerly on the bed.

Safely behind the closed door of the bathroom, Riley starts the shower and strips. It looks like Ingrid didn’t shower, but Riley has to if they’re doing this. She feels gross after the champagne and cake and sweating from nerves inside that wedding dress. She feels better after rinsing off, and the hot water is good for her back. She towels off gingerly in front of the mirror, then pulls on the bra and panties that she brought along for this occasion. This kind of thing is hard to shop for. Riley didn’t want anything too wild, but going too conservative wouldn’t work either. So much is ruled out by default because she needs it to be able to contain her penis. What she ended up with is simple, bikini-cut panties in a satiny ivory.

She considers her appearance as she tries to fix her hair. Riley feels like this kind of thing never works for her the way that it works for everyone else. And Ingrid looks like a sexy angel in anything, which just makes Riley more self-conscious.

Well, this is how it is.

She emerges from the bathroom smelling and feeling a little better.

Ingrid is still on the bed, sitting at attention. Her face lights up at the sight of Riley.

Riley crosses the room and climbs onto the bed, crawling to Ingrid and kissing her. Ingrid is so finished waiting. Riley finds herself pushed flat with Ingrid’s soft, warm weight on top of her and her lips doing a lot of work. Riley laughs as Ingrid plants kisses on her cheek and neck and chest. Ingrid’s hand slides along Riley’s thigh and over her hip. Usually, Riley’s the one doing all the feeling up.

After some unusually deep kissing, Ingrid is poised on top of Riley and gazes down at her. Riley is, of course, rock hard. She’s trapped in her panties, and Ingrid’s mound is just brushing against it, the lightest touch. It’s enough for Riley to feel how hot Ingrid is between her legs.

Riley returns the gaze, unsure of what Ingrid is thinking. This is normally where she’d be impatiently fondling Riley’s cock and doing some cursory sucking in her rush to get to boning.

It’s like Ingrid’s looking for something. She’s so beautiful.

Riley’s cock twitches. Ingrid feels it back there and grins. Giggling, she pulls her babydoll over her head and tosses it aside, revealing her lacy, white lingerie. Riley gets harder.