.it was just us and our hands grazing each other till we finally held hands for the first time in a meaningful way. Never before had iI experienced go...sebumps from a mere touch ...she complained of the chill in the night and I offered to hold her close as I pulled her clkser and embraced her from behind completely in a warm hug..I could smell those heave.ly strands of hair.which were still lashing on my face..ohhh! I could still smell them...we stood there as if nothing had happened.and. We talked about the wedding and I then began to rub his arm. I then refilled his wine glass and as we drank together I put my hand on his cheek. I told him "Let's get you comfy" as I unbuttoned his shirt. We had more wine and I began to rub my hands over his chest and over his nipples. He started to rub my shoulders. I then pulled my tube top down to my waist. His hands went to my tits and began to rub me. I pulled his head to my breasts and he sucked back and forth between each nipple.He. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced with her past lovers. They were too gentle, too weak. They did not ravish her, use her, make her feel like a toy in their strong arms. This man was more than a lover, he was a Master; her Master. She could feel the upwelling of feeling begin inside her again, rising and rising as her pussy tensed, pulling him deeper inside her. She was so wet that her juices coated his cock and made a sucking sound as he moved in and out of her. Then the feeling. At least, one of them. A few steps that had never seemed so long and I was down the hallway to another room. The room that seemed to hold only quiet. My knock, though, was responded to immediately. "Who is it?" I swallowed to get my voice to work, then tried as hard as I could to sound casual when I answered, "Your Princess." Then my voice went away again as I squeaked when the door was flung open. I hadn't heard a sound of movement to give me warning, but with a magic.