Older and Wiser

~Chapter Thirteen(Lessons Learned)~

The day was bright and cheery, a wonderful, lilac scented afternoon of June. And Brady and Chloe were getting married. The whole town of Salem had gathered in the meadow behind the couple's new home for the ceremony. It had been almost a year since that wonderful day Brady proposed to Chloe and everything seemed to be going perfectly.

Belle stood impatiently at the alter, facing Austin, the best man. She had been asked to be the maid of honor and she glanced down at the light yellow a-line dress she was wearing. She definitely looked cute in it, no matter what anyone said. Her bouquet of white roses smelled sweetly. She mouthed a hello to the man sitting in the third row. Jason Welles. They started dating a month after Chloe returned to Salem. They were going strong for nearly a year, and Belle silently glanced down at the sapphire stone on her left finger. Soon, all of this hoopla would be for her.

They waited for what seemed a century before B exi exited his tent nearby. His eyes shoneghtlghtly, a grin plastered across his face stupidly. Nervous and shaking, he awaited her arrival.

Ten agonizingly long minutes later, she was seen at the back of the aisle between the white lawn chairs. She was wrapped in a princess-style dress, veil draped over her face, bouquet of yellow flowers clutched in her fist. She began to walk slowly towards her love, smiling the whole way.

The ceremony was short and sweet, but nothing too earth-shattering. The couple exchanged vows of love that they wrote personally, giggled as they slipped the rings over each other's fingers, and kissed as passionately as if it was their first time.

Soon, they found themselves laughing and kissing as Brady carried her over the threshold of their new home. "I love you so much, Chloe," he whispered huskily.

He had grown serious since the walk over to the house, intent on making her his…completely. She dipped her head and looked at him through thick eyelashes. "I love you, too, Brady."

He didn't waste another minute. His kisses came hard and passionate, searching for her tongue, finding it, and then devouring it with dips and thrusts. She moaned softly at their parted lips, body shaking in anticipation.

"You have to help me out of this dress, Brady," she cried as he pulled away. He looked down at her. Her eyes were heavy with passion, wet lips parted softly, voice begging for his touch. He hurriedly set to unfastening the buttons on her back, kissing each centimeter of skin that was revealed as he worked his way down. She panted his name as his mouth went lower and lower on her back.

Finally, she felt the dress pool at her feet as Brady snicked the last button out of its place. She breathed a sigh of pure satisfaction as he turned her around to take a look at his new bride. She wore a tiny strapless corset, lace garter belt, stockings, and thong, all white. He blushed as he remembered those panties.

"Ahh…my old friends," he whispered, smiling. He pulled her into his arms, crushing her against him.

"I see that you're aching for me, Mr. Black," she teased into his ear. She knew how sensitive that spot was and reveled in the way he shuddered er ter touch. She also shuddered in response to his hardened arousal on her abdomen.

"Yes, I am. I have been for quite some time now, little lady. But now, I can teach you all there is to know about a woman and a man."

She sighed as his mouth took hers possessively once more. Their tongues clashed in a feverish duel, exploring the depths of one another's mouths. Brady could feel her urgent fingers working his tuxedo jacket over his shoulders. He helped her with it and tugged at his bow tie. This moment was a long time coming, and now that it was here, he thought he may spontaneously combust. Her breathing ragged, she flicked each of his buttons open on the white shirt, tugging it off. It fell in a heap on the floor, along with her dress and his jacket and tie.

Shoes came next, flying haphazardly to the floor, both of them in a hurry to get what they needed. Brady paused as her hands yanked his zipper down and pushed off his slacks. For a second, she sat there, in front of her husband in full awe. He had made a tent out of his blue boxers and they stood about 8 inches away from his body. Then she began to giggle.

"What?"

"Nothing. I've just never seen…your boxers look a little uncomfortable…" she gasped between laughs.

With that said, he shoved his boxers down so they pooled around his ankles. She stopped laughing immediately. "Oh," she whispered.

Smiling, he grasped her hands. "The first lesson I will teach you is how to approach the male erection," he said, in mock teacher sternness. "Place one hand here…good…and the other moves back and forth on this part…there." He watched her from above as she delicately moved her hands over his penis. "You'll have to learn to get aggressive with it," he chuckled.

She looked up at him, smiling. Then, before he could say anything else, she placed him in her mouth. The sensation had Brady reeling. He moaneftlyftly, letting her tongue dart across the ridge of his head and down the shaft. Then, she began sucking forcibly on it, using one of her hands to stroke the rest of its length. After a while, she pulled back. "Aggressive, eh?"

He still hadn't come out of his shock yet and simply groaned in disapproval. "Chloe Lane, er, uh…Black…where in the hell did you learn that?"

"Simple! I just pretended that it was a warm Popsicle."

"Hmmm…"

He pulled her to her feet and led her to the king-sized bed. It had a thick down comforter on top which he moved. Underneath, Chloe saw that it had been made up with red silk sheets. "Oh, it's beautiful!" she exclaimed, flopping down on it and writhing around seductively. Brady smiled at her.

"Okay, little lady…I think it's time you learned how a man pleases a woman, since you already know how to please a man."

He laid her back on the sheets, fanning her hair out around her. Her mind went blank, except for all of the touches he gave her to get her out of her corset. When it was removed and resting harmlessly on the floor, Chloe reached out for him. "Uh, uh, uh," he tsked. "Not yet. I want you to scream before I'm done with you."

Working his way down her body, he kissed a trail down to her breasts pausing momentarily to lick her nipples to sharp peaks. He continued down, leaving kisses on the material of the garter belt, too. When he reached the juncture between her thighs, he looked up at her. Her eyes were on him intently, watching his lips as they made warm circles through her panties. He winked at her before shifting the garment to the side. Underneath, her dark curls were damp from pleasing her husband. He smiled as his finger felt them, diving into her opening for a second to check her wetness. She moaned and bucked her hips when he did this, but he was far from done.

"Get on your hands and knees, little lady. I'll show you a real good time," he purred. She obeyed and got on all fours in front of him, garter belt, panties, and stockings still in place.

He slowly removed the thong from her, watching as she began breathing roughly. Then, parting her legs even more, he laid down underneath her. He scooted so that his mouth was just underneath her waiting opening and pressed his tongue to her clit. The surprised, yet pleased, gasp from her egged him on, allowing his tongue to circle anick ick her tiny nub of skin. Eventually, she was moving on his lips, making hoarse whispering noises. He took that to mean that she was ready for the next pleasurable obstacle. He reached between her legs from behind and pressed a single thick finger into her wetness.

"OHHHHH…" Chloe screamed in pleasure. She was feeling a build of pressure in her legs, and she felt herself bumping up and back to meet his finger's movements. His tongue started to become more and more pleasurable, flicking, circling, flicking…it never stopped. Suddenly, she felt as if all the blood in her body was pumping harder, centering at where Brady incessantly licked her. Then, as quick as a flash of light, she was moaning his name, grabbing his hair wildly, and pressing back on his finger faster and faster.

Brady's eyes twinkled as she came, allowing her to ride it out. It was beautiful to watch, actually. Her head whipped up, her back arched sharply, her hips ground into his hand, her lips parted as she said his name over and over…it was what he had lived for all his life. As her shaking subsided, he moved from under her.

"Did you enjoy that? That was probably one of the better lessons."

She couldn't speak yet, having experienced her first orgasm. She nodded in approval and flopped onto her stomach. Brady chuckled. "Now it's time for the best lesson you'll ever learn."

He pulled her over so she was on her back and laid down above her. Her eyes were heavy and she panted his name every so often. When his arousal pressed against her slick opening, they snapped open and moaned fully. "Oh, Brady…I need you. Please!"

He knew that he couldn't stand much more, so he shifted to press his tip to her lower lips. A sweat broke on her brow but she raised her hips to allow him further access. "I hope I don't hurt you," he whispered, sliding into her only an inch. Her eyes closed in pleasure.

"More, Brady. More, please. Don't worry about hurting me. Just…ohhh!"

He slid in another inch. Her inner walls squeezed tightly around him, pressing him onward. Licking his lips, he allowed her to take him in another inch. "Tell me if I hurt you," he offered, straining to keep from burying himself in her. She nodded fiercely.

Three more long inches, he felt the thin film that guarded her virginity. He looked at her one more time. "I hur hurts, I'll stop," he replied one more time.

"I don't care. Just do it. I want it so badly…" she moaned, grasping his shoulders.

With that, he pushed through her wall and buried himself to the hilt. Immediately, she started grinding with him, not acting hurt at all. In fact, she was liking it more than anyone he'd known…virgin or otherwise. So, he n thrustrusting slowly to meet her hips.

He was halfway there when she stopped. "Ummm…this may sound a little weird, but…could we do this the way we were before…when you were…uhhh…" she trailed off, thinking back to his tongue.

He smiled brightly at her. "Of course, little lady. Anything you want."

She moved to her previous position on all fours. He took in the great view of her ass through the garter belt and rubbed his fingers over his slippery hardness. He had never in a million years thought that Chloe Lane would be asking him to do this on their wedding night…or ever. The thought of it made him ache even more, so he quickly plunged into her without missing a beat. She gasped and groaned, throwing her head back. She bumped against him as hard as she could, trying to get back that wonderful feeling from before.

Sensing her need, Brady moved his hand so it rubbed her soft skin rapidly. Soon, she was calling his name again and allowing her juices to flow over him. He was soon to follow, gasping her name, thrusting his way out of his orgasm, filling her with his seed. When they were done, they collapsed on the bed, arms wound tightly ar eac each other.

"So…how did I do, Mr. Black?"

"I give you an A++ for technique, vocalization, and surprising the hell out of me," he chuckled.

They kissed each other, laying down for a brief catnap before their next rousing lesson. Life was going togreagreat…forever.

~*~THE END~*~


song credits: "Complicated" by Carolyn Dawn Johnson, "Ghost of You and Me" by BBMAK, and "The Distance" by Evan and Jaron