night

The wedding had gone perfect. Never had a night been executed so marvelously and to the pleasure of the host as this night. The night had been clear and crisp, with the moonlight shining down on the ceremony, which took place in a beautiful Catholic cathedral in upper Manhattan.

Landa Fitzgerald, now Landa Wendell, was, quite frankly, a knockout. She was the object of many a man’s affection and tonight she looked even more ravishing. Her beautiful, long blonde hair cascaded down her body, shimmering with natural highlights, and fell nearly to her upper buttocks. Her large eyes were a bright green, inquisitive and intelligent, and her long eyelashes had neatly been dabbed with mascara. Her eyebrows had been plucked ever so slightly. Her perfect, pouty lips were naturally red, but were still lightly enhanced with makeup. Landa’s skin was tanned and healthy.

Tonight she danced, as all eyes focused on her and the man she would spend the rest of her life with. It was her night. It was Landa’s wedding.

Shayne Wendell held his wife close as they stood alone in the center of the hardwood floor. They swayed along to the music, “Breathe” by Faith Hill.

“You look beautiful tonight,” Shayne said as Landa gazed into his deep, brown eyes.

“Hmm… I love you more than you will ever know,” Landa smiled as his lips found hers.

Shayne carried his new wife into the foyer of their penthouse suite in the Plaza Hotel. He was a successful criminal lawyer, and at the fresh age of 32 he had plenty of money to afford such luxuries.

As he put his wife down, they kissed again, deeper this time, more passionate. She ran her hands through his soft brown hair, as his tongue explored every orifice inside her mouth. She groaned in pleasure as his hand rose to her full breasts. He played with the silver embroidery on her gorgeous wedding gown.

His hand went to the zipper, as she reached for the belt buckle on his slacks. Shayne unzipped the gown, letting it fall in heap to the floor. He was breathless at the site that stood before him.

Never before had he seen such a figure of perfect feminine beauty. She was exquisite in every aspect. The rose-colored shift she wore enunciated the jade of her eyes. Her tanned skin proved to be quite a counterpart for her golden hair. The black-tinted hosiery Landa wore hid the perfect, unmarred legs that Shayne knew were there. The white stiletto heels further aroused Shayne.

He could hold himself back no more, and he took her in his arms and the two kissed with such passion and fire that if one had been in the room they could feel the heat rising from their pleasure. They fell onto the beige, leather couch.

Shayne’s hand went to the bottom of the rose colored shift, as his hands began to trail up it, along her baby-soft epidermis. Landa ripped his expensive Armani suit open, nearly sending buttons flying everywhere.

“Easy there, love,” Shayne smiled as he brushed her lips with his. She played with his collar as he rolled her over, on top of him. She ripped open his undershirt and smiled in pleasure at the lightly haired, finely muscled chest she saw.

Her face met his hard pectoral and traveled to his nipple. She nibbled it lightly, and then began licking it. She took the nipple in her mouth as her hand traveled further down his upper chest, to his abs, and finally to his now open belt. She could feel the swell in the expensive pants, and opened the fly. There was a rise as she felt him throw his loafers off. She heard the soft thud on the carpet as the shoes landed, and traveled down to his feet.

She pulled his pants down to his ankles, then pulled them completely off. Landa threw the pants onto the plush carpet then removed the dress socks with her teeth. She tossed them onto the floor near where the pants had landed. She kicked off her heels and prepared to remove the hosiery.

“No, leave it on,” Shayne insisted.

The couple was now completely out of their wedding apparel. Shayne backed up against the armrest of the sofa as Landa crawled up towards the slowly rising bulge in Shayne’s boxer-briefs.

With Landa’s help, Shayne removed his briefs, which found themselves landing precariously on the top of the lamp on the coffee table, across from the sofa.

Landa took Shayne’s sex in her hands, and brought it up to her lips. She began to blow, softly on the head, and could feel Shayne’s feet spasm as the cool air glided over his sensitive cock.

She blew on it again as Shayne sighed in ecstacy. “Oh yes, Landa… Baby, give it to me...”

She took his head in her mouth, and then gradually welcomed the whole shaft. She soon found her face buried in his warm, dark pubic hair. She started sucking slowly at first, creating a weak vacuum upon Shayne’s flesh. Ever so slowly, Landa would speed up, at the insistence of her mate.

“Oh Landa, yes, yes, yes… Oh, it feels so good…” Shayne moaned and bit his lip as Landa’s hand took his scrotom in her hands. She could feel his succulent testicles in her fingers as she massaged them. “Oh my God, Landa…” Shayne started moaning louder when Landa’s hand began, swiftly, moving up and down as she grasped his thick sex.

“Landa… I’m almost there,” Shayne breathed between deep gasps and soft moans. His groans of pleasure were driving her wild, as she continued her sucking, much harder and quicker, as her hands followed in repetition. And then, he exploded in her mouth. Her only warning was his sudden shout of pleasure.

“Oh Shayne, that’s it… Cum all over my face,” Landa cooed as the milky white mixture flew from his cock onto her soft skin. She licked it from her face as best she could, then licked the rest clean from the tip of his penis.

“Oh Landa…” Shayne got up and took her in his arms once more. They kissed, softer and then steadily more heavy. His hands once again went to the shift, as he pulled it over her head and smiled at her nakedness. His hands fondled her full breasts as he picked her up again.

He carried her to the master bedroom where he gently lay her on the made up, four-poster bed. She spread her legs as he walked to the giant fireplace. He knelt and within minutes a small inferno blazed, illuminating the room, giving it a surreal, yet majestic glow.

Shayne returned to the bed and ran his hands along her panties. Her legs were pulled far apart, and he could feel her pinioned vagina underneath the sheer panties.

Landa studied Shayne for a moment as he removed the silk panties from her body, and the hosiery. The fire cast a glare upon his finely rippled, gorgeous body. His wavy brown hair fell almost to his shoulders, and she had noted the extra large size of his manhood moments earlier. Probably had something to do with those beautiful size 14’s she thought to herself, staring briefly at his feet, giving him support on the thick comforter of the bed.

She blushed at the smile that formed on Shayne’s face as the back of his hand caressed her cheek. “You’re so beautiful.”

“Thank you. I want to make love to you all night long…”

Shayne grinned and then his face went to the cunt that was almost calling his name. He buried his face in the sparse, neatly-shaven blond hair, as his tongue entered her. He heard her moan his name as her hands went through his hair.

Shayne put both legs around his neck, and wrapped one around her leg, and held the other down on the top of the bed for support.

She could feel his tongue enter her fountain and nearly screamed out in her passion-driven ecstasy. He moved his tongue furiously from side to side, and then up and down, as Landa’s hand guided his head and tongue.

Shayne could taste her essence, her passion, her desire, as her juice dripped freely in rivulets in his mouth and down her leg. Landa had to bite her lip from crying out in her desire and the maddening passion, and the ecstasy she felt as his tongue glided slowly, then quickly inside of her. She loved the thought of him doing this to her. She had wished for it for so long, and prayed many times for him. She was truly blessed she told herself, as she felt herself climax again, and again…

It seemed like hours when Shayne returned. Landa wrapped her arms around his neck as he pulled the covers over them. They kissed again and again as they became tangled in the covers. Perspiration dripped from their foreheads, but they paid no heed. The only thing that they noticed was the fire that burned inside of them, the fire that lusted for each other.

He began to massage her firm breasts, and he could see them begin to prune and harden in excitement and anticipation. He licked and kissed the area in between, as he rubbed her breasts with his hand. Shayne felt her silky legs wrap around his lower abdomen. He began to worship her breasts, licking her nipples as she moaned in approval. His hand went lower, until he found her, and entered. His finger traveled inside of her, and she moaned again. Shayne began to kiss her long neck. With his free hand, he wiped away wayward blond strands, and kissed her soft cheek as her juices flushed out along his finger.

Hearing her moan caused him to harden, and he finally entered her. She could feel his hard cock penetrate her, into her vaginal canal, and she wrapped her legs around him tighter. Landa moaned as he began to gyrate, causing his penis to go farther, deeper. The pleasure and ecstasy were so great that Landa felt she would pass out. She rocked her body in unison with his, and released her hold on his torso.

Shayne helped spread her legs further out to the side, in a “v” shape, giving him better access. He could feel himself now hitting her clit, and almost lost his load then. “Oh, yes, Landa… You feel so good…”

She grabbed his ass and guided his lunges inside of her. He pulled one of her bronze legs up, and placed it on his shoulder in a crude “L” position. He planted her other leg firmly on the mattress and sat on his knees as he entered again. He now had the leverage to hit her clit again and again, giving her the most pleasure and excitement and arousal possible. Her slanted vaginal opening created an easy target he hit every time.

“Oh Shayne, yes, yes, yes. Just like that baby. Oh, yeah, give it to me.” Landa closed her eyes and gritted her teeth in the powerful love these two were making. She planted her arms firmly down at her sides, and dug her hands into the pillow every time he entered her. She grabbed at the covers, trying to steady herself and keep still. She had climaxed too many times to count now, and knew that another one was on the way.

Shayne kissed her ankles as he neared his ejaculation. He could feel it coming, and thrust harder and deeper. He was going so deep that the only thing visible of his genitalia was his scrotom. Then finally he came. He stopped, as to prolong the ejaculation, and he moaned in pleasure at the feeling of the semen about to explode from its confines. When he felt the feeling subside, he continued again until he felt the semen near the brink a second time. He repeated the technique, and then started the thrusts again until finally he could take no more.

He cried out as he felt the release, and Landa followed as the cum flew into her. Shayne fell onto the pillow, exhausted, and breathing deep. His loins were on fire from the lovemaking as he felt a soft hand on his shoulder.

He rolled over and smiled at Landa. They kissed, this time softly and slowly. She caressed his face as he pulled her close to him.

I’m the luckiest man in the world, he thought, as Landa wiped perspiration away from his forehead. She stared into his cool, almond eyes as he kissed the tip of her nose. His hands went to the small of her back, and she felt his foot caress her leg. Landa draped her arm across his shoulders as the two fell asleep.

The fire from the fireplace blazed on through the night.