I can't keep my hands off Kitty. We're the only ones in the express elevator to the fortieth floor and for the entire two and a half minute ride, I have her pressed against the mirrored wall, my hands in her hair to hold her face to mine. When we stumble into the hallway and make it to our room, she reverses the roles. Her hands are on my hips as she walks me backwards to the desk. I hit it with a dull thunk, blindly swiping my hand behind me before I sit on it and pull her between my legs.

Last night was slow and sensual. Tonight we are crazed. I am on fire with passion as I kiss her until my lips hurt, as I shimmy out of my dress so I am sitting on the desk in nothing but a pair of panties and my heels and Kitty's fingernails are pressing into my waist, her lips buried in my neck.

"I want to fuck you, Mrs Campbell-Cohen," she says, her voice husky. I can't get over the fact that that's my name. It stirs me up even more. "I want to fuck you so hard. I want you to come all over me. I want to make you scream."

Kitty's teeth graze my neck. She slips her hand between my thighs and pushes my panties aside, and her breath judders against my collarbone when she feels how wet I am, her fingers slipping through my folds. Gone is her nervous exploration. There is no hesitation in the way she fucks me with two fingers as she kisses me roughly, her hand on my breast, and I am at her mercy.

"God, you're so wet, you're so fucking wet," she mutters, admiring the sticky coating on her fingers. "Look how wet you are, Fliss. You're so ready. You've been waiting for this, haven't you?"

"I've been waiting all day," I say. "I've been fucking soaking wet ever since you told me how you like to fuck yourself. I want you to fuck me like that."

She pushes her fingers back into me and kisses me again, her nose digging into my cheek. We're both still tipsy, our movements clumsy and coarse, but she hits the sweet spot when her thumb finds my clit and I groan against her lips.

"That's it. Just like that," I say, widening my legs for her.

"This isn't how I fuck myself," she says. One hand is still buried in me as the other tips up the bag from the adult store; she continues to finger me as she pulls out the dildo and unboxes it with one hand. I've never seen anything as hot as the way she maneuvers the cardboard with ease, like she does it every day. "Think you can take this?" She holds up the blue silicone.

"I don't know," I say. I honestly don't. It's thicker than the average cock, way bigger than any guy I've been with, but the thought of Kitty fucking me with it has me squirming towards her, desperate for her to push it in.

"Want to try?"

"Fuck yes."

She stands it on the desk and, still only using one hand, she shakes a foil packet out of a box of condoms and tears it open with her teeth, rolling it onto the dildo. Her right hand is still inside me as she squeezes a dollop of lube onto the tip, slowly rubbing it up and down the length of the dildo until it's glistening and she holds it to my entrance. I flinch at the cold of the silicone and latex that replaces her warm hand, nudging at my thirsty hole.

"Do it. Please."

"You want me to fuck you on this desk?" she asks, easing the dildo in little by little. I shift forwards and pull my knees back, straining to open myself wide enough for her.

"I do. Please, Kitty."

"We'll take it slow," she says. I gulp as she eases it in further, stretching my pussy until I gasp. "How's that?"

"Good," I manage, trying to control my breathing. She has me all out of whack. I reach between my legs to touch my clit as she works the dildo into me but she puts her hand over mine and moves it away.

"That's not how I do it," she whispers. Oh, god. I like this Kitty. Bossy Kitty, telling me what to do and putting me in my place. She puts the vibrator in my hand. "Open this."

I do. I rip at the cardboard until the bullet is in my hand; I tear open the pack of AAA batteries and spill them everywhere but I don't fucking care because there's one in my hand and that's all I need. My desperate hands fumble with the base of the vibrator until I manage to twist it off and shove the battery inside and when I press the button, it buzzes in my hand. It's more powerful than I thought it would be. My pussy floods with a fresh wave of arousal.

Kitty takes the vibrator off me. She touches it to my neck, trailing it down my chest and over my already hard nipples, down my stomach and over my thighs as she twists the dildo and I let out a ragged gasp.

"Is that good?"

"Do it again."

She twists the dildo and pushes it deeper and I groan so hard I lose my balance, my hands slipping on the desk. Kitty licks her lips and grins, and as she pushes the dildo as deep as it will go, she touches the bullet vibrator to my clit and heat rushes through my body.

"Oh fuck. Fuck, Kits, I don't want to come yet."

"We've got all night." She leans forward and pulls my lip between her teeth, running her tongue along it as she moves the bullet in slow circles and every muscle in my body clenches at the overwhelming sensations ricocheting through me, the thrust and twist of the dildo and the strong buzz of the vibrator and Kitty's lips on mine. "We got fucking married tonight, Fliss. This is not going to be your only orgasm. You can come. It's okay."

"Where did this Kitty come from?" I ask, my toes curling as she pushes me closer and closer.

"I'm not nervous anymore," she says. "Last night I was sleeping with my best friend for the first time. Now I'm fucking my wife."

"Yes you fucking are," I say, grappling for purchase on the desk before I lose all control. The thick dildo has gone from mildly uncomfortable to intensely pleasurable, especially the way Kitty corkscrews it in and out of me and holds the vibrator against my clit until I feel that churning in my lower belly, the heat at the base of my spine. "Oh god, I'm gonna come."

The heat spreads through my entire body. I can't help but hold my breath, my lungs forgetting how to work as my vision blurs and Kitty pulls the dildo all the way out before shoving it back in, and I tip over the edge. My orgasm hits like a storm, ravaging my body and setting fire to every nerve and I cry out in pleasure, an animal cry that Kitty steals from me when she mashes her mouth to mine. I push the vibrator away, my twitching clit too sensitive, but she keeps fucking me, her movements slowing as my pussy clenches around the dildo and I struggle to catch my breath. My legs are trembling, my chest heaving, my pussy contracting so hard it forces the dildo out of me.

"That," Kitty says, her voice low and throaty as she holds up the slick dildo, "was the hottest thing I've ever seen."

"I think I'm gonna pass out," I say with a weak laugh, cupping my pussy and slipping a finger between my lips, feeling the wet spasms as I come down from my orgasm.

"You'd better not," she says in a warning tone. "I'm so fucking turned on right now, Fliss, I swear, it's like a slip 'n slide down there."

"Why are you still wearing your dress?" I surprise myself when my words come out as more of a growl, my head and body swimming with the aftershocks of my climax

"Because you haven't taken it off yet," Kitty says. "Why'd you think I bought it?" She holds up her arms. I stand on shaking legs and raise the material over her head as carefully as I can, so much delicate tulle and all those pearls, and I drape it over the chair with mine. She's wearing a lacy pink bra and matching underwear that looks so delicate, I could tear it right off her.

I wrap the used condom in a tissue and drop it into the waste paper basket. I've never used condoms on a dildo before, but I've never shared toys with anyone either, and there's something weirdly erotic about rolling a fresh condom onto the ridiculously unrealistic blue cock, drawing out the moment.

"Get on the bed. On your knees," I say. I can be bossy too. Kitty does as she's told, kneeling on the edge of the bed and facing the headboard. I stand behind her, her perfect round ass in both hands, running my hands up from her soft ass to her waist, to the clasp of her bra. I undo it, push the straps off her shoulders, her breasts falling free. I cup her breasts from behind, her flesh filling and spilling out of my hands, her hard nipples pressing into my palms. I let one hand graze her stomach, the soft dimples of her stretch marks, my chin on her shoulder as I hold her against me and spread her lips, my middle finger slipping over her clit.

She hums to herself and lets out a happy sigh. I kiss the side of her neck, that soft skin below her earlobe, as my hand wanders further south and she arches towards my touch, pressing her pussy into my hand. I lean back, drawing a line with my fingertip from her shoulder to the base of her spine, and I press the flat of my hand to the dent above her ass, pushing her forward.

Kitty's arms are crossed on the bed, her cheek against her wrist, her ass in the air. God, I love her perfect ass. I love her swollen pussy, glistening with her juices, begging for my attention, and I can't ignore it. That would be rude. I lick the length of her slit and poke my tongue into her hole, humming against her folds, and I spread her open with my thumbs.

"I love your pussy," I say, one finger tracing her labia like the petals of a flower. She's practically dripping already and I've barely touched her.

"Fuck me, Fliss," she says, swaying her hips at me. I hold them still, my fingers kneading her flesh. I push one teasing finger into her and.she groans, pushing back against me. "Not like that. I want you to fill me. I want you to stretch me open with that cock and fuck me like you mean it."

"Your wish," I say, positioning the dildo at her entrance, "is my command."

I push it all the way in, one quick thrust, until it won't go any further. Kitty cries out, her back arched and her knees spreading wider on the bed.

"Oh, fuck, that's it," she says. "Fuck me like that. Fuck me hard."

I pull it all the way out and ram it back in until the tip nudges her cervix and Kitty gasps, grinding get hips back into me. With every rough thrust, she groans and curses and pants and bucks her hips and I could come from her noises alone. When I hold the dildo still, she starts to fuck herself on it, rocking her hips back and forth, and I watch the way her pussy grips the silicone, sucking it in. It's mesmerizing; I am entranced, until Kitty starts to rub her clit and I remember the vibrator. I tease her thighs with it, the curve of her ass, before I hold it to her clit and she whimpers, a long fluttering sigh that turns into a moan as I fuck her hard and fast. Her panting is such a turn on, her high pitched sighs, every breathy little groan that gets higher and faster as I pound the dildo into her and stimulate her clit.

"Your pussy is so fucking delicious," I say, copying the way she twisted the plastic cock into me. "You're close, aren't you? You're gonna come all over my cock, aren't you?"

"I'm gonna come," she says between short breaths, her words tight. "Oh, fuck, I'm gonna come so hard. Fuck, don't stop, Fliss, Jesus Christ, I'm gonna, I'm gonna–"

She doesn't finish her sentence. She doesn't need to. Her orgasm takes over her entire body, shaking from her shoulders to her flexed toes. The noise she makes is barely human, a howl of a cry as she bucks her hips, the dildo flying out, and she squirts. I turn off the bullet, throw it aside, and suck her clit between my lips, licking up every last drop of her orgasm, her thighs quivering in my hands and her pussy twitching against my tongue until she collapses in a post-orgasmic heap. I lie down next to her on my side, stroking her from her knee to her waist with my lightest touch.

"I don't think you ever need to worry about not finishing again," I say. She turns her head to face me, her cheeks bright red and her hair all over the place, curls falling in her eyes. Kitty is always so put together, it tickles me to see her like this, a speechless mess because of me. I touch her hot cheek, push myself up on my elbow so I can kiss her, her pulse a hummingbird under my fingertips when I move my hand to her neck.

"I think it's safe to say," she murmurs, "our marriage is well and truly consummated."

I laugh. "You think?"

Her smile blossoms. She flops onto her back, legs akimbo, and says, "I love the way you make me feel."

"Good, 'cause you're stuck with me for another, ooh, sixty years?"

"Longer than that," she says. "I plan to reach one hundred."

"Kits, I hate to burst your bubble, but I don't think we're going to be doing that if we make it to one hundred."

She grins that shiny-eyed grin. "Okay, maybe not. But right now?" Reaching out, she finds my hand. "I've got a couple more rounds in me."

*

they aren't wasting any time making sure their marriage is consummated ;)