I stood in front of the mirror appraising myself in my bridal gown, making sure everything was properly fit and put on. Was I forgetting anything? Veil; check Bouquet; check, Garter; check, Makeup, not too much; check. It was all perfect, beautiful and I was ready to make my vows to the man I loved. The wedding was a small event, only family and our closest friends were invited. Eric and I didn't want, or have the money, to spend on anything larger. We didn't want to cater to any guests we barely knew or hadn't even seen in years. I think there is some old saying about the reception being for the guests. Why should it be? This is OUR day, to celebrate OUR union, the only people that needed to be there were the ones we loved the most and would celebrate with us, not simply pretend to join in on a free meal or some fake social standing need.
When I scanned my way back up the mirror to check my make-up again, I gasped in shock. In the mirror, over by the door, was his reflection. It couldn't be; what was he doing here? I turned around and met his green eyed gaze.
"What are you doing here?"
"I can't congratulate the bride on her special day?" He looked me up and down with a predatory glare. The one that always makes me wet.
"No! You shouldn't even be here. You should leave." I began to back away as he calmly approached me.
"Now why would I want to do a silly thing like that when we both know you want me here?" The confidence in his voice was maddening; my pussy was absolutely pulsing with need for him. Maybe just this once I could deny him, deny my own desires for him.
"No... You shouldn't.... We can't... Mmmmhmmm...." He took my face gently in his hands and kissed me.
A deep, passionate, lustful kiss.