“I love you so much,” I whispered to her. “I love you, I love you, I love you. I can never say it enough. Every day we will be married, I want you to know that I love you.” I felt something warm and wet touch my cheek, and pulled back enough to see that my fiancée was crying. I continued to hold her and comfort her, telling her how much I loved her and how I would love her everyday and forever and ever, and anything else I could think of until she calmed down.
I knew it was just a bad case of nerves. I slowly moved from rubbing her back to slipping my hands under her tank top, and then slid it up her body and off of her. Next went her miniskirt, which I unzipped and pushed down off her hips, to leave her there in her simple cotton bra and panties. I shucked them off her as well, and then I undressed myself as she silently watched me. Once I was naked I climbed on top of her. She was already aroused, and I slid inside her easily. Marilyn wrapped her arms and legs around me tightly, as if to hold onto me no matter what happened, but I simply made slow and gentle love to her, even as I continued to whisper my love into her ear.
I was able to time my orgasm to match hers, and afterwards I lay there on top of her, supporting my weight on my arms while I kissed her face. Marilyn finally smiled at me. “Better now?” I asked.
“Better,” she replied, smiling up at me.
“It’s just nerves. Any time over the next few days, if you get a case of nerves, just ask me and I’ll help you work through it.”
That got her to giggling. “That’s mighty generous of you.”
I gave her my most innocent look, or at least as innocent a look as I could give while laying on top of her naked. “I am a kind and generous sort of guy, and want nothing more than to know that I am able to help those feeling down.”
Marilyn wiggled her ass from side to side underneath me. “Well, I’m starting to feel depressed again. Think you can help with that?”
“It’s a burden, but I always try to help.” I rolled off of her onto the bed, and took her hand and moved it down to my slimy and come-covered cock. “With a little help from you, I’m sure I’ll be up for it.”
“I’ll help if you will.” Marilyn began to slowly fondle and pump my cock back to life, and I took a more active role as well, lowering my face to her tits and licking them and the nipples while I diddled her clit. Marilyn had another orgasm, loudly this time, before rolling on top of me and fucking that tight and hungry little pussy down onto my cock. She had a second, bigger orgasm when she felt me coming up into her greasy cunt.
Afterwards, Marilyn rolled off of me, and I was breathing hard. “I don’t know about you,” I told her, “but I certainly feel more relaxed.”
“Me, too,” she admitted. She rolled onto the bed beside me and threw a leg over mine. “What about later? I might need some more relaxation then.”
“Well, you just let me know, and I’ll see what I can do for you. Of course, you’ll probably need to make sure it’s easy for me to relax you, and you’ll have to make sure I know when you start getting nervous.”
She smirked at that. “And just how do I make sure you’ll be able to relax me?”
“Well, I think that bras and panties just get in the way,” I answered her.
“You really are an oinker!” she laughed.
“I’m hurt that you would think ill of me like that.”
“And let me guess. When I need to be relaxed, I should just grab your pants?”
“Communications are the key to a strong marriage,” I piously intoned.
“What would it be communicating if I squeezed your balls?”
I grinned at her. “Probably that you needed a good spanking!” That prompted her to try and grab me, but I managed to escape, and then had her trapped face down on the bed while I swatted her bottom a few times. I kept her in that position until I climbed on top of her for a third round, doggy style.
We were so damned relaxed we fell asleep at that point!
We woke up again early in the evening. It would be nice to say that I spent the rest of the evening madly screwing my fiancée, in every imaginable position, multiple times, without letup. Nice, but not quite true. Marilyn seemed much calmer, and we were both pretty hungry, so we washed up and dressed and went downstairs to the Sheraton’s restaurant for dinner. I did manage to hide her bra and panties while she was in the shower, and not just the ones she had worn, but the ones in her suitcase as well. I also hid the sneakers she had been wearing, and set out her high heeled sandals.
After I came out of the shower, I heard her rummaging through the drawers and her suitcase. I came out of the bathroom to find her wearing a Sheraton robe and saying, “You think you’re so clever!”
“Is that a question or an accusation?”
“Both!”
“I always thought being clever was a good thing. During the Trojan War, Odysseus was the hero, and he was the clever one.”
“Whatever!” She stripped off her robe and pulled the tank top and denim skirt on without her underwear. “Happy?”
“Very! I’m so happy, I’ll even return the favor.” I grabbed my slacks and slid them on commando style, and then pulled on a brightly colored Hawaiian shirt.
Marilyn snorted and laughed at that, then slipped on her sandals. She stood up and turned around in front of me. “Is this what you wanted?”
“Like you have no idea!” I replied, nodding my head and licking my lips. Suddenly room service sounded like a very good idea!
Marilyn put the kibosh on that. “I’m hungry. Grab the key.” I grabbed my wallet and key and followed her into the hallway. We held hands down the hallway and down the elevator.
It wasn’t a long wait at all to get a table. Once seated, I asked Marilyn what she wanted to do that night. Movie? Go out to a club? Go bar hopping? “I’m too tired for any of that. I just want to get dinner, have a couple of drinks, and go back to the room. Is that all right?”
“Whatever you say, babe. I just want you to stay relaxed.”
She gave me a lewd grin at that. “We’ll do some relaxing later on, too. There’s something else I need you to help me with, too.”
I smiled at her. “What’s that?”
She leaned in towards me and lowered her voice to a whisper. “I plan to shave my legs and all again before Saturday. Could you help with that? You know, like before?”
Suddenly my mouth felt dry, and I wished the waiter would show up to take our drink orders. “Whatever you want, honey, whatever you want!” I finally managed to croak out.
If Marilyn was trying to unsettle me, she succeeded. Helping her with her intimate hygiene needs stayed in the back of my mind all through our drinks and dinner. I was even prepared to skip dessert and head back upstairs, but she dragged the evening out, giggling at me as she did so. Now I was the one who needed relaxation!
After dinner I hustled Marilyn back upstairs as quickly as I could. She tried to drag out the torment, by saying she felt like taking a walk or going into the bar, but I all but pulled her along and threw her over my shoulder. It wasn’t a long ride up the elevator, but I let my fingers do the walking as soon as the door shut. I had her moaning by the time the door opened again.
Marilyn scampered down the hall to our room, but had to wait until I got there. I unlocked it and we slipped inside, and were in each other’s arms before it even shut. “I can’t wait! I have to take you! Now!” I told her. Marilyn simply moaned and grabbed my cock through my pants. I was so hard I’m surprised I didn’t rip right through them.