Newfound Tradition

The first time was an accident. They'd been drinking throughout the night celebrating another one of their friend's nuptials.

As usual, people were feeling the romantic vibe.

For them, it was a mixture. Romance and lust.

With every minute that passed, every drink they had, every song they danced to brought them closer to being entangled, naked, sweating, and enjoying themselves privately soon enough.

When the happy couple departed, so did they.

Barely able to contain themselves through the hotel, once the elevator doors closed, they couldn't keep their hands off of one another.

Even after a year, the electricity of wanting one another was still wild, strong.

Hot.

They fumbled into the room, still entwined in one another.

Most of his clothes had been removed, but only her panties had been torn off. 

Normally, foreplay would be par for the course, but on nights like this, foreplay had been happening for hours.

She was plenty wet, and he was hard and straining.

Making their way to the bed, he laid her on the bed and pulled her to him sliding into her tight center.

Both let out groans of pleasure. Familiar and delicious.

Maybe it was the drinking. Maybe it was the unbridled lust for one another, but the sex was sending them to new levels of intimacy.

His hands dug into her shoulders, her nails dug into her back.

She bit his earlobe, he pushed as far into her as he possibly could.

Both rising, higher and higher into a sexual euphoric state.

His hands found their way to her ass as she simultaneously raised up meeting him mid stroke when it happened.

She let out a strangled groan. A mixture of pleasure and pain. He kept still, not sure what to do.

After what felt like an exorbitant amount of time, he began to pull away but she stopped him.

"Don't."

He swallowed heavily. Couldn't believe what they were doing.

He watched her face as he pushed deeper into her.

This was a different sensation. New. Forbidden. Exciting.

Soon, their familiar pace returned.  His shaft was being stroked in a new way. He could tell things were different for her too. Her moans were more guttural sending  shivers down his spine.

Her hands found his and squeezed as she came.

He felt like his cock was going to break in half. Soon he was filling her with his seed.

He then moved to her clit and began rubbing it causing her to squeeze him again until he was milked dry.

In the shower, they both laughed at the newfound shared experience, even talked through it.

It would be eight months later before they were invited to another wedding.

She sat next to him on the couch and opened the envelope bringing back memories of the night in question.

He wasn't going to say anything, but then she turned to him with a smile.

"I think we should bring lube this time. Just in case."