Almost Caught with the Bride

Beautiful bride-to-be Kenna James fidgets while her makeup gets done. Valentina Nappi sits on the edge of the bed in bra and panties, brushing soft strokes across Kenna's cheek. Kenna’s doubts creep out. She wonders if the whole marriage is wrong. Valentina says it feels right. Still, there’s someone she can’t stop thinking about, Kenna admits, fingers gliding slowly up Valentina’s bare leg. Valentina reminds her Italy’s a plane ride away. They’ll see each other, keep old flames alive. Both smile at the memory of sticky afternoons, limbs tangled, sheets ruined. Valentina promises more visits, only without the filthy stuff once Kenna wears a ring. Not married yet, Kenna whispers, and she palms Valentina’s breasts, full and spilling over the red lace. Valentina laughs, tries to stand, but Kenna stays close. Kenna pulls off her half-done dress, flashing the tight, smooth strip between her legs. One last time, she pleads. Valentina hesitates—until Kenna kisses her hard. A loud knock rattles the door. Kenna’s fiancé bursts in, wide-eyed. Valentina gasps, pushes away, scolds him for seeing the bride too soon. The second he’s gone, Kenna throws Valentina onto the mattress. They strip each other fast—red bra tugged loose, nipples wet under Kenna’s mouth. Valentina keeps glancing at the door while her thighs part. Kenna licks slow circles around her swollen clit, tasting sweet salt and heat. Valentina bites her wrist to stay quiet, but the moans slip out anyway. Pleasure spikes; her hips buck. Another knock. Kenna can’t answer—her tongue’s buried deep—so Valentina clears her throat, voice shaking, and tells the man outside that everything’s fine. He leaves. Valentina arches again, helpless under Kenna’s hungry mouth, bliss tearing through her while danger hovers inches away.