It was going to be a simple, yet extravagant affair.
Yes, you and Chris planned the wedding, the menu, the venue and the seating, but you had some special surprises in store for him. He treated you like a princess; you wanted to show him that he was your prince.
This morning, you were meeting Chris and fam at the airport for the flight to St. Lucia, the location of your wedding. There were only four days days until you became Mrs. Evans.
Two weeks earlier, you and Chris had promised not to touch each other until your wedding night. But you broke that promise. Many times. You’d decided that this morning was the start of a hard line of abstinence for the next four days until the wedding.
Your driver dropped you right off on the tarmac of a private hangar, off a small road near the airport. Chris was standing just outside what looked like a small glass enclosed waiting area.
You two didn’t care for the world to know that you and Chris were head over heels for each other, but cherished your privacy.
Fuck the haters. And the nosy bitches.
Chris looked good as fuck. You sighed at the sight of him and couldn’t believe your good fortune. Who would have thought a graduate school research project would lead here?
Chris was at the door before the driver could get out. He held out his hand for you, ever the gentleman.
“Hi.”
You stepped out and smiled up at him, wide eyed and innocent, like your face hadn’t been covered in his cum just hours before in the backseat of your Jaguar SUV which was parked in your mother’s driveway.
He’d used his shirt to clean you off and he had to drive home shirtless. The way that set you off again was the shit. Chris lost his breath for a moment at the memory. He cleared his throat.
“Hi.”
Chris beamed down at you serenely, as if he hadn’t whined like a little bitch just a few hours earlier when you rode his dick like a fucking cowgirl after you climbed back in the window of the driver’s seat of his Audi.
Needless to say, both cars were getting detailed while you were away.
It was hilarious that you staying at your mother’s had only served to make you fuck harder, faster, better. Mr. Evans was putting it down. And it was because you and Chris trying to stay apart only drew you together more.
You swore you could stop any time; Chris said he didn’t see the need to stop. However, for some crazy reason, it was important to you.
After greeting him, you gave Chris a hug, wrapping your arms around him inside his red, white, and blue Moncler jacket, and inhaling his scent.
Tom Ford. Your favorite. You closed your eyes and listened to his heartbeat. It was loud and strong and steady.
Chris held you, cherishing your warmth. With you, his anxiety was gone, and he was simply sure. Of you, of himself. Of everything.
He just wanted to whisk you away and marry you on a deserted island and spend eternity there with you. But he also wanted to celebrate your love with family and friends and loud music and booze.
So it was decided. He would whisk you away to St. Lucia, but with some family and friends and have a honeymoon on a smaller, private island.
101 guests were meeting you and Chris in St Lucia to celebrate your wedding to your soulmate. The guests thought they were going to celebrate the beginning of summer with a special celebration, sponsored by Disney.
What they didn’t know is they would be celebrating your marriage to Chris. Despite that, it was a miracle that the exact date and location of your wedding had not gotten out. But everything was coming together perfectly.
So far, the hardest part of wedding planning was the delusion that you and he would abstain.
Every time you told Chris ‘No’ made him come after you that much harder. He wasn’t exactly doing it on purpose. His cock had one goal, to be inside your pussy. And she fully agreed.
You were disappointed in yourself for not having more will power so close to your wedding, but thrilled, because this was some of the best sex of your life.
Boarding the plane this morning was supposed to be the line of demarcation.
“Okay, so no more sex until the wedding night, Saturday. Only four days.”
You were straightening Chris’s jacket and avoiding his eyes. Because he was a demon.
A Sex demon.
He laughed at you.
“Okay.”
His tone indicated that he didn’t believe a word you said. Your eyes snapped to his, and he smirked, knowing that his comment would lead you to challenge him and finally look at him. Fuck. You fell for it too.
He leaned toward you and turned his head slightly to nuzzle your ear.
“You mean to tell me that I can’t feel my wet, tight pussy for four days?”
You gulped as his breath fanned your neck. He was correct about the status of your body. You were soaked and clenching around air.
“N-no. I mean yes!” He had you caught up.
He held up his large hand and wiggled his long, thick fingers.
“I can’t even touch it? Fuck you with my hand? Circle your clit with your own wetness on my fingers….or with my tongue?” He gave your neck a tiny kitten lick, so you would remember just how it felt.
“Fuck... “ You stared at his hand and had to catch your breath. “I mean. No, fuck. No fuckING. Of any kind. Manual or oral included.” You wanted to include his words with that, but this was kind of dope.
He picked an imaginary piece of lint from your matching Montcler jacket, electricity shooting from his fingertips through the material.
“Alright. Just remember, I’m going to tear that ass up after the wedding.”
He smiled sweetly and gave you a chaste kiss on the lips, which left you dripping and wanting more. You looked up at him, a silent question behind your eyes. Chris read you like a book.
“I promise, Princess.”
This moment felt like one of those movie scenes where the camera was spinning around you two and there was nothing in the world except you and your man. You were trapped in his eyes and in your vibe with him, panting slightly with desire as Chris smirked down at you.
But the fact that Scott was busy running around you with his camera filming you two kind of ruined the vibe.
“Don’t post that until after the wedding, Scott,” Chris told his brother, never tearing his eyes away from you. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Scott stop, put his camera down, and mumble something about Chris being a killjoy.
You giggled, flirting with your fiancé.
Suddenly, Chris straightened up and stepped back a bit, turning to greet both of your mothers. You gave him a side eye as he played innocent. Such an actor.
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Chris stared at you across the aisle from him, your leather captain’s chair reclined. Your shoes were off and your feet were tucked beneath you and the Cinderella blanket you’d brought with you.
You had your earpods in and were staring out of the window, appearing reflective and peaceful. And always beautiful. He could look at you for hours. He didn’t realize that he had a small smile on his face as he watched you.
“She’s the one. You should marry her.”
Chris was snapped out of his trance. He looked to his left and into the face of his mother. He laughed at her.
“Sounds like a good idea, what about Friday?” Lisa laughed with her son.
“I’ve never seen you look at anybody like that. She makes you happy. I can tell. I’m glad you’re marrying her. It’s the right thing. I’m so happy for you Chris. You make me proud every day.”
Chris swallowed the lump in his throat. “Thanks, Ma. That means a lot.”
You looked over at Chris and his mother and smiled. You liked Lisa. A lot. And she was so kind to you. Chris caught your eye and winked. Your stomach tumbled a bit and you blushed. You wondered if that would ever end.
The private jet had been chartered by Chris to bring the wedding party down to St. Lucia, the location for your wedding.
It was to be a relatively small affair, but you went all out with your taste, which was always posh. There was going to be a wardrobe change for both of you and big surprises for Chris.
Everyone else was asleep, your mother in the small bedroom at the end of the cabin, which was her usual diva behavior, but a good thing because it meant you and Chris would stay out of it.
These last few days would be hard, but you were adamant, for the sake of your wedding night. You tried hard to not eye fuck your husband to be with his mother sitting right next to him.
Lisa stood up, stretched and went to the restroom.
“What are you smiling at?”
You knew Chris was watching you, but you hadn’t said anything in front of his mother.
“My future wife.” His smile was warm and genuine. You melted.
“Awww. Your game is great babe. But you got me. Look at this rock!”
You held your hand up next to your face and blinded him with your smile.
“Stunning.”
His eyes were full of emotion and the true sentiment of the word made you blush. You cleared your throat and stretched out on the seat.
You stuck your tongue out at him.
“Don’t get all mushy on me. I’m hungry. What should they have to eat on this thing?”
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An hour more into the flight, Chris’s ocean eyes peered at you over the Cinderella blanket. The rest of his face and mouth was covered. His headphones were in and he’d called you even though you were sitting right across from him.
“That’s it Princess. I want you to know that I’m tugging on my cock right now. It’s so fucking hard. And I’m leaking, too.”
You cleared your throat to cover a moan. Chris’s thick dick was your favorite thing in the world.
You looked around the plane. His mother had moved and was now sitting next to Scott and Chris’ sisters, talking. No one else was paying any attention to you two.
“What do you want me to do?”
Fuck. Your clit was pounding, and your hand was at your mouth tracing your own lips as you looked out of the window and replied on your phone.
“I want you to stop, Christopher.”
Chris groaned.
“Me too, Princess. I want to stop jacking off and for you to climb on and let me fuck that beautiful little, tight little, wet little, tasty little cunt of yours. Should I eat you out before or after?”
“Mr. Evans, you’re so fucking nasty!”
You stood up, pulled the blanket back and uncovered his delicious looking cock. You licked your lips, turned around and put your ass in his face, slowly pulling down your tracksuit pants and panties.
“Holy shit that’s amazing.”
Chris pulled your ass back to his face and he began sucking your clit between his lips loudly. Your head fell forward into your seat, so you couldn’t see if anyone else noticed. It didn’t really matter, because the most important thing in the world was what that mouth was doing.
You woke up as your head fell from your hand. Disoriented, you looked over at Chris who was reading a book. You’d been dreaming. You shook your head and tried to play it off as you wiped your mouth.
“You ok?”
Chris was smiling at you when you looked back over.
“Nice dream?” He licked his lips and raised his eyebrow. You just stared at him. How did he know?
“You were making some interesting sounds. Moaning, names spilling from your lips.”
As he said that, he licked his own. You fully understood the meaning of the term, “heart throb.”
You raised your eyebrow at him. “Oh?”
You lowered the blanket that was pulled up over your chest and stretched, noticing that his eyes were roaming over what he could see of your body.
“What names was I saying?”
“Well.. at first you said, ‘Christoper,’ then later on you said ‘Mr. Evans.’”
You dared to keep eye contact with him although your body temperature was rising.
“What were you dreaming about, Princess?” The timbre of his voice got you. You played it off with a smile.
“I think you can guess. Mr. Evans.”
“Fuck, Princess. Call me Chris. That is, if you want that pussy to make it un-fucked for four days. I’m thinking about taking you right now on this plane.”
When he said that, and your smile widened, he realized what you’d been dreaming about and he grinned too. Chris’s eyes darkened and he moved to sit next to you. You instinctively pulled the blanket up to your chin, anticipating what he was going to do to you.
Chris reached over and under the blanket, tipping your head up with his fingers. He gave you a chaste kiss on the lips, and pulled back when you opened your mouth for more. He gazed at you, mouth open and eyes closed and blood flowed to his cock. But he stayed strong.
“You’re lucky the fam is right over there, Princess. And that we only have four days.”
You opened your eyes and stared at Chris. That annoying twinge in your back was back. You wanted your future husband to blow it out, but you tried to be strong as well.
“What are y’all doing over there??” Scott. Ever the instigator.
“Nothing, asswipe. Leave us alone. We’re just talking about the wedding.” You and Chris smiled at each other.
“Hmmmm, I bet. Talking about after the wedding, most likely.”
You laughed as Chris flipped his brother off over the seat.
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New traditions, that’s what you and Chris gave to each other for wedding gifts.
When you’d landed in St. Lucia, everyone went to their separate rooms,then you met him in the lobby and pulled him into a room off the ballroom of the resort and gave Chris a printed itinerary of the week.
Although he’d been heavily involved in the planning, you managed to keep some surprises to yourself.
The itinerary was the first surprise and the first part of your gift to him, a Disney themed wedding week, complete with an Avengers Assemble mixer, Finding Nemo snorkeling, an Up The Mountain hike to the waterfall and Alice in Wonderland’s Mad Hatter’s Bridal Tea.
Chris read the itinerary and smiled, his brow furrowed with that cute little confused look he got when he didn’t quite understand.
“Wait… Avengers Assemble?”
He looked at you, puzzled because all of his castmates had said they couldn’t make it for the wedding.
“Never mind that, let’s get you a drink.”
You led him through the doors of one of the resort bars and heard a rousing chorus of “Surprise!” When you two entered the room. All of his buddies were there, the friends that he had made filming over the past ten years.
“Ahhhhh!”
Chris screamed and immediately ran to Seb and Anthony, and was surrounded by everyone else. He ran back out to get you and pulled you in the group hug and started introducing you around to those you didn’t already know.
Whether you knew them well or not, you had already charmed and impressed them all with your thoughtfulness and care of Chris. You’d earned the blessings of the Avengers.
That night, you got blasted with Liz, Danai, and Nicey. You told them about your pledge to stay away from Chris’s dick for four days and they vowed to help you. Y’all were four shots deep at this point, but it was legit.
You all left the hotel bar and went cruising down the main drag of St. Lucia, which happened to be the street the hotel was on. They regaled you with stories of Chris’s conquests over the years, which made you laugh a little, and jealous a lot.
The alcohol was not helping you to see the reality that you were here to marry him, and that he was done with all that.
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It took a while for Chris to notice that you all were gone. But when he did, he grew worried. The bartender told him you were all together, but none of you were answering your phones.
Chris was about to tear his hair out. The flight to St. Lucia was hard for him. Literally. But when he got to the island and started partying with his friends, he relaxed into the good time. Now you had up and disappeared.
He was more than a little irritated.
Of course you weren’t in the first bar. Chris got progressively more swole as he went to three different bars. He also got more worried.
He walked into the fourth place and spotted you right away. You all were on the dance floor dancing with some dude with drinks in your hands. The dude was in heaven, surrounded by the beautiful ladies, but Chris could tell you were faded as fuck.
The dude was getting very familiar with you especially, and Chris took a deep breath as he approached.
You smiled wide when he walked up to the group.
“Heyyyy! My guy! What upppppp!?!?!?”
You were just outright wasted.
“Long time no see! C’mon, let’s have some fun! Turn up!”
You were still dancing as you said it. The dude ignored Chris, drunk himself, and started grinding on you though the song was a fast one. You grimaced and squirmed away from him.
Chris was fired up, but tried to keep a level head. He stepped in between you two.
“Touch her again and I break your hands.”
He did not need the headlines, but he was seeing red. He looked over at you.
“Let’s go.”
“What the fuck?” “Whyyyyy?” “You always spoil the fun!” “Party pooper.”
You, Danai, Nicey, and Liz all responded to Chris at the same time. And you all continued to dance.
The dude looked up at Chris, faint recognition on his face.
“Yeah, fuck off, you Thor lookin’ mutherfucker.”
You all started dying laughing at the mis-identification. But then you thought about it and stopped moving. Now you were heated.
“Hey, don’t talk that way to him. He’s not Thor. He’s America’s Ass. Look.”
You pointed your drink at Chris’s ass, then the dude. Then you wanted reconciliation. You took a sip of what you had in your hand as you motioned for them to talk.
“Enough!”
Chris was done with you. “You guys can stay here if you want, but I suggest you come with us. It’s probably safer that way.”
“Aye, aye Captain,” Liz said in her Sokovian accent, and saluted. Chris rolled his eyes.
Chris grabbed your arm and started pulling you to the door as you raised it to drink. You jerked away, causing the drink to fly into the dude's face. He was pissed. He came at you.
Chris pushed you to the side and cold cocked the dude straight in the jaw. Dude was so faded that he went straight to the ground, out cold.
The other ladies stopped laughing and started to leave the establishment.
You just stared down at the guy and started laughing. Chris grabbed your arm once more and moved to leave again.
You shook him off and tried to walk toward the bar.
“You made me spill my drink.”
“If you don’t get your ass over here right now...”
Chris was steaming. He couldn’t believe that he was standing on a tropical island arguing with you. This was not how this was supposed to go.
You laughed. “You don’t tell me what do to yet, Mr. Evans” You smirked at him.
So this was what this was about. You stood there and stared each other down, tension and sex flying between you. Chris felt like fucking you at that moment to prove you wrong.
All of a sudden, Chris swooped down, grabbed you by your legs and picked you up over his shoulder. You were kicking and screaming the whole way.
“Put me the fuck down. Christopher!!” Your shoes came off as you fought for control of your location.
“You are making me lose my shoes!” You were an angry drunk at that moment.
“We’ll get you some new ones. Calm the fuck down. “
“Put me down, I’ll walk.” You stopped fighting.
At this point, you were just about 50 yards from the hotel entrance, Danai, Liz and Nicey had already entered and gone up to their rooms. Chris stopped and dropped you. You went back a little bit and got your shoes, Chris ready to grab you again in case you went the other way.
Instead, you headed for the hotel, walking as if you were alone, trying to ignore Chris.
“I need a drink.”
“Seems like you’ve had enough already.”
You shot him a look then continued to walk.
Chris glared back, then gave you a little side smile as he saw the look in your eyes. You were so fucking sexy when you were pissed. But you were blasted. And you had this stupid agreement going. He bit his bottom lip.
You reached the door of your suite. Chris was staying in a bungalow outside of the main building. You figured separation was the best policy, not that it had worked until now.
"I'll make sure you get in ok. Don't want you going back out tonight. I'll tuck you in." He motioned for you to open the door.
New mood. You smiled and turned around to open the door, then looked back over your shoulder.
"What was that? You said you’d TUCK me in?"
Chris just laughed at you and shook his head as they went into your room.
Chris went to the mini bar and got out a bottle of water for you.
“Drink. It’ll be better in the morning.”
You saluted and said “Aye aye Captain,” mimicking Liz’s accent form earlier.
Chris laughed at you again. He was thinking that there was one way he could guarantee that you would stay in your room for the night, but.... Nah.
You went into the bedroom without a word, and no goodbye. Chris stood there for a minute unsure of what to do. When he finally went in, you weren’t there either. He was checking out the room as you came out of the bathroom in a tank top and panties. His heart stopped. Damn.
“Let’s talk for a while. Catch up on our evenings…” You were grinning your mischievous grin at him.
“Cool,” he responded. This would be easy.
Chris watched as you turned around, making sure he got a good view of your ass in the black boy shorts as you climbed on the bed.
“Hey! You wanna see my new piercing? I got it tonight.”
Chris flushed and looked at your face and ears. He didn’t see any extra piercings there.
“You have a new piercing? That was quick. Where is it?”
He was almost afraid to ask the question.
You leaned back on your elbows, looking so ready for him. Chris put his hands in his pockets to help disguise the boner he was getting.
“You’ll have to guess. It’s covered up right now.” You smiled wider at him.
“Okay?….”
Chris’ eyes skimmed your body in the tank and panties again, stopping at each of your erect nipples, which would be fun, down to your belly button, which was covered with extra material from the tank top and then to your boy shorts.
If you had a clit piercing, it was game over, you would win because he would have to try that shit out. Now. His fingers were itching to explore.
“You wanna find it yourself?” You smiled at Chris. “Some areas you would inspect might be a little slippery.”
Your fiancé moaned involuntarily and played it off with a cough. You laughed.
“Why don’t you explore for me?”
His voice was deeper now. Chris was loving this. He sat down next to you on the bed.
You held up your fingers and wiggled them. “Just tell me where to go.”
“Is it one of your nipples?” Chris’ eyes were riveted.
“Hmmmm, I don’t know.” Your hands went to your breasts over the ribbed material of the tank top. You watched him watch you feel, then pull your nipples through the material. You had to part your lips to breathe.
“No, not on either one. Let me check again.” This time your voice was husky as you repeated the process.
Chris was really enjoying this.
“You know, they say that the clit piercings can be very, um, how shall I say it. Useful.”
His evil grin was appearing.
You grinned wider in response and slowly moved your right hand down into your panties. You looked up and stuck your tongue out like you were really exploring. You were so friggin cute to Chris. And so fucking sexy.
Soon, your expression changed from amusement to pure sex. Chris watching you was hot. You threw your head back and moaned.
“I-I don’t know. I can’t find it. Might. Need. Help.”
You were going for the gold. You took your hand out and grabbed his. You led it to your panties. Chris slowly began to trace your pussy over the fabric. It felt so warm and so inviting.
“Does this taste like there is a piercing there?”
You looked into Chris’ eyes as you stuck your fingers in his mouth. He closed his eyes as he tasted you. Delicious. He began to feel around your panties as he licked your hand.
You pressed back against his fingers, very much in need.
“Mmmmmm. You know, I can’t tell, let me get closer.”
He slipped his beefy fingers inside of your boy shorts and moaned at the obvious effect on you. You felt so good, so nice and slick and here for him. All he had to do was…fuck the agreement. His fingers did their magic as you lay back on the bed, totally under his control.
Chris watched the most beautiful woman in the world cum as a result of what he was doing and had to take a deep breath in order to restrain himself. The game wasn’t going to be over this soon.
As soon as he felt your pulses slow down, he took his hand out and licked his own fingers. You convulsed again as you watched him.
When he was done with his snack, he put his hand on your belly and pulled up your tank top, so that the bottom of your breasts were showing. Your nipples were rock hard.
Chris took in the rod in your belly button with a diamond stud at the end.
“Nice. I’m glad we finally found it.”
He was chuckling as you stretched, satisfied for the moment. You turned around and pulled the covers over you, still a little tipsy and very sleepy.
Your eyes peeked out of the covers that you had pulled up almost over your head.
“Will you stay with me tonight?” You didn’t care about old wives tales right now. You needed Chris with you. “Just for a little while?”
Your voice was so small, and your eyes were so wide that of course Chris couldn’t resist you. He climbed into your bed fully dressed.
“Of course, Princess. But only until you fall asleep.”
You were already snoring as Chris pulled you to him, kissed your forehead and held you tight.
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Seems like this will be a long four days! Will they make it? Please comment, and leave kudos if you liked it!