Before The Wedding 1

Kira counts down days until she belongs to him. Aaron swears he'll wait. Both of them know they're lying. Every time she comes near him, she smells sweet and wrong. Every smile of his sends heat through her belly like something alive. Weeks stretch into torture. Nights find her touching herself, imagining his tongue on her cunt while he's right down the hall. Aaron fists his cock in the dark, picturing her wet and gasping, coming against his face. The rules hold. They hold. Then one more week. She wears nothing under her dress when they meet for dinner and her nipples show hard. His pants tent the second she sits. Her hand slips below the table and she runs fingers along her bare thigh just to watch his jaw tighten. Aaron leans in close, breath against her ear. Says she wants it now. She says make it stop hurting. They kiss like they might fuck right there, teeth and tongue, tasting and fighting for who'll break first. When his fingers find how slick she already is, she groans like she's been waiting years instead of weeks. He curves two fingers inside her right under the tablecloth while she bites her lip bloody. Wedding's tomorrow, they both whisper, nobody has to know. But tomorrow feels impossibly far, and her legs open wider, inviting him deeper.