They had met on a layover in Las Vegas, so it seemed fitting for pilot Tyler Lemar Grange and his favorite flight attendant, Rebekah Lorraine Alder, to decide to be spontaneous and romantic and tie the knot to their awkwardly long distance but not in the traditional way people think of long distance, relationship of three years by eloping in Las Vegas.
“Do you want me to wear a condom?” Rebekah asked. Her flight attendant's wheelie suitcase was still by the door, a wedding dress stepped out of, on the floor along with her panties, his tux pants and underwear, her bra, and his dress shirt and tux jacket, their shoes somewhere near the door with his pilot's cap on his wheelie suitcase.
“Well, we’re married now, so you don’t really hafta, since we’re trying the monogamy thing for a while, right?” He replied from his spot reclined on the bed, naked, watching her fight with the wrapped condom.
She broke her fixated focus on the condom to glance over at him.
“Right. It’s just, I could knock you up. We haven’t really talked about that.”
“We did, but you were kind of drunk, so I understand if you don’t remember.”
Tyler sat up on his elbows, the light caught the fading scars on his flat chest as well as the glinting sparkle of his nipple rings. One of them had a diamond on it, it was his idea that his wedding ring be somewhere he couldn’t take off easily, and at the same time, he wanted his hands to be ringless for when they open their relationship again in a few years after they had their honeymoon all to themselves. He watched as his wife walked over, wearing only her hose and garters, as she made the most adorable faces trying to rip open the stubborn condom.
“Babe, use your teeth, don’t mess up your press-on nails, trying to rip the thing, open with your hands.”
Glancing up at him, again, she frowned but it only came across as pouty. “I know how to open a condom, I don’t have t-rex teeth like you, remember?”
“Oh, right, of course, you’re my Lady Triceratops. C'mere let me open it, but I told you, you don’t need it, it’s our wedding night. Don’t you want to fuck your husband bare?”
“Well, when you put it that way,” she tossed the still stubbornly wrapped condom and sashayed her way to the bed of the honeymoon suite of the Las Vegas Chapel Hotel they got married in. Tyler spread his legs, revealing his hairy cunt to her. His clit-dick was so fucking hard already as he watched her breasts sway and jiggle as she crawled toward him til she was between his legs and hovering over the top of him.
Tyler exhaled harshly like the sight of her beauty knocked the wind from his lungs. “How did I get so lucky to have a wife like you, Mrs. Grange?”
“I don’t know Mr. Grange, but I think I lucked out too, in finding a husband like you.”
"Yeah, you did, now please fuck me, or I may lose my fucking mind.”
Rebekah giggled and then leaned down to kiss him, sucking on his lips before she adjusted to angle her erection into his hole, she slid in slowly but hard, that she was gasping at the sensation against his skin.
“Fuck, you’re thick.” He moaned breathily, as one hand gripped the sheets, feeling the way she stretched him out. He didn’t bottom often, but given it was their wedding night, he wanted to make an exception and try something new.
“You’re so tight.” She wheezed.
“Hey, look at me, don’t cum yet, babe, hey, look at me…”
“No, if I look at you, I’ll cum faster.”
“Damn, babe. That’s so sweet.”
“Y-Yeahh-huh…” She groaned tensely and started a slow thrust inside him. Tyler wrapped his legs around her hips, as she groaned between raspy breaths, thrusting inside him.
“That’s it, baby, I feel good, don’t I?”
“Fuuuuck yes … so fucking good. So good, uhh~ Ty, Ty … shiiit, c-can I just --”
“Not yet…”
“Ple-please, I’m so close…”
Tyler caught her tit in his mouth and bit it, then sucked on the soft flesh of her. She moaned so hard that she thrust into him with a breaking sigh, and was cumming hard inside him, apologizing. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t hold it, fuck, oh my fuck. ..” she pouted as she kept trying to fight her body and failed, as she just went mind-blank from spasming inside him. She felt so loose and out of breath, that she pulled out enough to plop down beside him. “Damn it…”
Tyler looked at her and noticed she looked like she wanted to drift off to sleep.
“Uh uh, not so fast, now you get to suck it out,” he said and moved to straddle her face.
She looked up at him with wide eyes. “Yes sir.” She smiled big and planted her face between his legs and sucked and slurped at him, feeling his hard clit-dick rub against her nose as she tongue fucked and tried to suck her cum out of her newlywed husband’s hole. Tyler growled his pleasure and held her head to his body.
“Eat my hole, you, fucking goddess, eat my fucking hole …”
His voice kind of squeaked falsetto into a gape-mouthed silent scream as he rubbed against her nose, and rode her tongue, feeling himself ride that edge, trying to focus but also trying to surrender and let it happen.