The End: Love In an Elevator
The woman he loved was rather unique JC decided as he and his brand new bride rode up the elevator to the penthouse honeymoon suite of the exclusive Las Vegas hotel. When they finally got around to discussing wedding plans, she’d shocked the hell out of him. Didn’t most women want memorable ceremonies and the big show? Not his Christina. “Why waste all that money on clothes you’ll only wear once? And why plan for a year what is all over in a few hours?” she had said with her typical practical streak. “All the fanfare doesn’t make you more married.”
Okay…so what was her idea of a wedding? A spur of the moment Las Vegas elopement! In their case, it had been a ‘planned’ elopement. They had schedules to coordinate, JC wanted his parents there and he’d wanted at least a few days honeymoon.
The elevator jerked to a stop and the emergency lights came on.
“What the?...” Christina frowned. “A swanky place like this and the penthouse elevator cuts out?” Grabbing the emergency telephone, she informed the person on the other end of the line they were stuck then replaced it.
JC lounged back against the wall, looking splendid in his navy blue suit and red shirt. The blue pattern of the tie complimented his beautiful eyes.
“Well if that doesn’t beat all,” she muttered. When he said nothing, she looked up to see him smiling. “What?”
He wiggled his eyebrows and his smile took on a distinctively wicked tilt.
She read his thoughts and grinned. “Here?”
“Hey, it’ll be a great story for the grandkids.”
“Consummating your marriage in a stuck elevator…”
He took in the short strapless dress she wore. The silk fabric flowed over her curves while the blush of pink color brought out her coloring. “Well, Mrs. Chasez?”
She went over to him and loosened his tie. “Sounds fun, Mr. Chasez.”
Tugging her against him, he kissed her in a slow building kiss. While their tongues mated and breath mingled, their hands were busy. She unbuttoned his shirt to find his flat nipples. He lowered the back zipper of her dress enough so the bodice fell away. His hands replaced the fabric in cupping her breasts. His lips skated down her neck, across a shoulder, to the slope of one firm breast. She gasped when his tongue swirled around the nipple before he set to suckling it. She clawed at his belt buckle until it fell away, allowing her to open his slacks. He was already hard beneath his shorts! He bunched the fabric of her skirt in his fists, exposing her little lacy almost naked thong.
“I like the way you dressed for the occasion,” he announced with a grin.
“Yes, I planned the entire thing. I arranged for the elevator to break down,” she mocked.
No, he had arranged and paid handsomely for the ‘breakdown’. It had been one of her fantasies and he made it part of her wedding present. Later he would tell her, but right now it added to the naughty ambiance of the moment.
Eagerly, she shoved his pants and shorts down his thighs. “You’re so easy,” she commented blithely, stroking him.
“You make me easy,” he growled.
“Little ole me makes a big man out of you?” Her taunt ended on a gasp as his fingers done between her legs to find her.
“Damn, C, you’re already—“
“Ready!” she teased, looping her arms around his neck.
JC licked his lips. “Mmm…yeah.” With his hands on her rump, he lifted her.
“Ahh…” she purred when she sank down on him, her legs wrapping around his hips. “Baby, you feel so good inside me.”
“If I had time, I’d let you hang off me all you want.” He enjoyed the sense of being joined as much as she did, but the clock was ticking. He’d only asked for half an hour. “But since I don’t want my bare ass hanging out if the doors should open…”
“Put your back into it, baby,” she giggled.
He pressed her carefully against the wall, pumping slowly in and out, letting her feel every inch.
“Oh, God!” This was no quick elevator fuck. He was cherishing each moment, relishing every sensation. “JC…” She sought his mouth, trying to communicate her appreciation of what he was doing to her.
Feeling her begin to tighten like a bowstring, he altered between short, quick lunges and long deep thrusts.
Christina arched her back, trying to take more. “JC…”
“C’mon, honey,” he urged. “I’ve got you.”
“No, I don’t want it to end,” she complained helplessly.
“Baby, this is just the beginning,” he promised. He quickened the pace.
“Harder,” she commanded.
Bracing an arm behind her to keep from slamming her into the safety rail, he jammed his body into hers.
“Yesss!…” Christina pressed her head back against as she arched into the pulsing ecstasy over-taking her.
“Chris—teen—ah!” JC shouted as he pushed into her one more time, her walls throbbing and gripping him until exploded.
It took several for moments for breath and sanity to return.
She gave him a drowsy smile. “I think I like this marriage thing already.”
JC chuckled. “I know I do”
At that moment, the lights came on and the elevator continued upward.
“Now, that is what I call timing!” She giggled.
The couple had just enough time to marginally repair their hopelessly mussed appearance before the doors slide open. JC scooped her up for the short walk to the door. “Prepare to enjoy more of this marriage thing, Christina.”
“Oh, goodie!”