Summary: Zig and Lydia (MC) get adventurous while celebrating their wedding night.
Lydia waited anxiously, biting her lip and twisting the skirt of her wedding dress in her hands while the blindfold was tied securely over her eyes.
“Can I look yet?” she asked. She heard Zig walk up behind her, standing close but not quite touching. Lydia felt his fingertip trace down the length of her neck, making her shiver.
“You’ve been very patient,” Zig murmured, his lips brushing the line he’d drawn with his finger. Lydia reached back for him and pulled Zig’s body against hers, leaning back into him. Lydia felt Zig start to undo the blindfold. She closed her eyes and after he finally pulled it away, she opened them. Lydia was stunned. Their bedroom was illuminated by the glow of dozens of candles and red rose petals were scattered around the room and across the bed like fallen leaves.
“Wow,” Lydia breathed, taking in the sight before her.
“Do you like it?” Zig asked, his fingers tracing across her shoulders and over her back.
“It’s … incredible,” she said. Lydia had never imagined their bedroom could look so romantic, like something out of a fantasy. She felt Zig start to tug down the zipper of her dress, his hands pushing the fabric down so that the gauzy fabric pooled at her feet. Lydia heard him inhale sharply.
“What?” she asked.
“I was … not expecting what you’re wearing underneath,” he said, his voice thick and lustful. Lydia smiled and looked down at the white lace corset and garter belt, the thigh high stockings and lacy, barely there panties.
“This is a special occasion, I wanted to surprise you,” Lydia said with a smirk as she turned around to face Zig. He’d already taken off his suit jacket and she began to slowly unbutton his shirt, revealing the tattoos etched across his skin underneath. Zig drank in the sight of her and ran his hands over her hips, his fingers tracing the lines of her curves. Dropping his shirt aside, Lydia unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. She slid a hand inside and cupped him through his boxer briefs, already stiff against her touch. Lydia squeezed him gently and he moaned softly, pushing into her hand. Zig leaned in as if to kiss her but stopped just shy of her lips.
“I have another surprise for you,” he said.
“Oh yeah?” Lydia asked as she pushed his boxer briefs away and took him in her hands. She traced her fingers of the tip. “What sort of surprise?”
He closed his eyes briefly and, with effort, moved her hands to his waist.
“I’m not going to last very long if you keep doing that, and I want this night to be memorable,” Zig said.
“It’s already memorable,” Lydia whispered, kissing the hollow of his throat. “It’s the night I got to marry you.”
Zig kissed her, his lips sliding over hers in a sensual kiss that Lydia wished would last forever. She pulled him closer and could feel his hardness against her, exciting her.
“Lie down on the bed,” he whispered in her ear, his hands tangled in her hair. Lydia stepped back, her eyes locking with his as she walked backwards towards the bed and sat down on the edge. She leaned back on her elbows and parted her knees slightly.
“Like this?”
Zig walked slowly towards her and knelt over her on the bed, leaning down to kiss her softly as he cupped her face in his hands. He let his fingers trail down her neck and chest to the clasps on the front of her corset.
“I was thinking,” Zig said as he slowly undid the tiny corset clasps, “that maybe you might want a massage.”
“That sounds nice.” Lydia watched as he undid the final clasps, unwrapping her body from the restrictive garment. She was about to roll over when Zig leaned down and took one of her nipples in his mouth. She closed her eyes as he swirled his tongue around it, running one hand up her inner thigh. When his hand reached the outside of her panties, she pushed her hips against his touch, arching her back as his lips moved to her other breast. Zig tugged the damp fabric aside and slipped two fingers inside of her. Lydia moved against his hand as he moved in and out, in and out. Then he stopped, pulling his hand away from her.
“Don’t stop,” she protested. She reached for him but he backed up, staying out of reach.
“Soon, I promise,” he said. “But I owe you a massage.”
Lydia grumbled but did as he said, adjusting herself so that she was lying on her stomach with her cheek on her arms, her head near the pillows. In the glow of the candles she watched Zig open his nightstand and pull out a bottle of massage oil. She closed her eyes.
A few moments later, Lydia felt the drizzle of oil across her back and the soft thump of the bottle on the nightstand before she felt Zig’s strong hands on her back. He kneaded her muscles, his touch both relaxing her and exciting her as she kept her eyes closed and became keenly aware of his touch across every inch of her skin. Every nerve in her body felt awake.
She felt Zig lean down over her, bringing his mouth close to her ear.
“I just had another idea,” he said.
“Does it involve your tongue inside me?” she asked. Lydia felt his hand on the outside of her panties, his fingers circling her in the way he knew she loved, just for a few moments.
“Not yet,” Zig said. “This is something we’ve talked about, but haven’t done before. I was thinking, because we have all these candles here … do you want to try using wax?”
“Yes,” Lydia said, feeling a small flutter of excitement in her chest.
“Are you sure?” Zig asked. “Because if you want to hold off, we can. I just want to make you feel good.”
“I’m sure,” Lydia assured him, curling her toes in anticipation. “I want to.” Lydia opened her eyes and watched Zig pick up one of the pillar candles from the night stand. She closed her eyes again and bit her bottom lip, waiting.
When the first drop hit her, Lydia inhaled sharply.
“Is that okay?” Zig asked.
“Yes,” Lydia breathed. She felt so alive and in her body, so aware of each sensation. She felt more drips across her skin, the wax creating a trail of of slightly painful pleasure. Lydia found it hard to stay still, her body moving involuntarily. Zig set down the candle.
“Do you like that?” he whispered, his lips brushing her shoulder. She nodded.
“I want you to touch me,” she murmured.
Lydia felt Zig’s hands on her back again, gliding over her skin around where the wax had landed. He traced his fingers lightly over her back, the hardening wax spots bumpy beneath his touch. He ran his fingers down her back again, harder this time, with just the hint of his nails on her back. Lydia squirmed beneath him, wanting more. When Zig ran his hands down her back again, he used his nails a little more, the wax flaking up off her skin. She sighed with pleasure and desire, slightly raising her hips off the bed.
“I can’t wait anymore,” she begged.
Zig moved back so that he was behind her and pulled down her panties, just enough so that she was exposed to him. Lydia then felt his tongue on her, lapping at her wet folds, bringing her closer to an apex she’d been circling for some time now. She moaned, burying her face in the pillow as his unceasing tongue brought her closer and closer. Her body tensed in that moment just before she came, and then she was undone, her orgasmic cries muffled by the pillow as her climax rammed through her body. Lydia was still in the midst of it when she suddenly felt Zig enter her, thrusting deeply. Her moans were choked off in the overwhelming pleasure of him filling her, over and over, her hands clutching at the bedsheets. She heard Zig behind her, felt his nails on her back. He suddenly pulled her up onto her knees, still inside her. He had one hand in her hair, pulling her head back to expose her throat. He kissed her neck and Lydia reached back for him, wanting to pull him closer, push him deeper.
She felt him come, warm and wet inside her, and she tightened around him. He groaned, his teeth grazing her shoulder as he gripped her tighter. Breathless, they finally collapsed on the bed, both panting for air.
“That was quite the surprise,” Lydia said as she leaned over to kiss Zig’s sweaty brow. He tilted his face up to her and kissed her gently, the salt of his sweat on her lips.
“Clearly, it’s something we’ll have to do again,” Zig said, his hand finding hers. Lydia closed her eyes, enjoying the cool air on her bare skin.
“Hey.”
Lydia opened her eyes and turned her head to look at Zig.
“Are you disappointed that we’re not going anywhere for a honeymoon?” he asked.
Lydia shook her head.
“How could I be disappointed after that?” she said with a sly smile. Zig grinned back.
“No, but really,” he said. “I know we decided not to go anywhere with the coffee shop opening soon, but I was thinking about it today. Are you sure you’re not disappointed?”
“Of course not,” Lydia reassured him. “We have the rest of our lives to take as many vacations as we want. All that matters to me is what we’re together.” She hesitated. “Why, are you disappointed we’re not going anywhere?”
“I’m here with you, gatita,” Zig said, rolling over and pulling her close. He kissed her forehead, her nose, her cheeks, her lips. “How could I ever be disappointed?”
“I love you, Mr. Ortega.”
“I love you more, Mrs. Ortega.”
“Impossible.”
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