And all Devon could say was how "silly" I was for having a fantasy like that, considering how long it'd been since I had actually stopped being a virgin. And then he said the worst possible thing, something to which my only answer was to hang up, pissed off and wounded.

Especially for someone who's not even a girl...

"You haven't talked to him yet?" Eva asked.

I had, of course, told her all about what happened when I saw her the next morning. I had also told her how I'd ignored all of Devon's phonecalls and voicemails all week. I even pretended to not be home the night he came over to my apartment, probably intending to apologize. Now it was Thursday afternoon, and we were talking in my office right after lunch.

"No, I'm still mad about what he said." I told her. "I mean, things were going so well between us, and I really thought he understood. I might not ever forgive him, no even if he literally gets down on his knees and begs."

"Is that what it'll take?" came Devon's voice from behind us.

We turned to look and there he was, looking straight at me and holding a small handful of white roses.

"Gosh, is that my phone?" Eva said, pretending to hear a phone that wasn't ringing, and leaving my office.

I'm not sure what came first, but suddenly I was nervous and angry and hurt all over again now that Devon was there in front of me. Trying to act tougher than I felt, I crossed my arms, and sat on the edge of my desk.

"What do you want? Why are you here?" I asked, hoping I sounded harsh.

"I came to apologize. I can't seem to get a hold of you any other way." he said, taking a step into my office and holding out the flowers to me.

I just looked at him for a second, intentionally not taking the flowers - the peace offering - he was holding. I quickly walked past him, to shut the door to my office.

No need for everyone to hear this, I thought.

I left Devon to stand, looking lost while holding out the roses, and walked behind my desk.

"What makes you think I want your apology?" I told him. "Maybe I don't ever want to talk to you again."

Nothing, actually, could be further from the truth. All I wanted was to take the beautiful roses Devon had brought, and have him hold me and tell me everything was alright again. But for some reason I felt like I had to be strong, and not let him off the hook. At least, not right away...

"Kira, I'm so sorry. I know I said the ugliest thing the other night. I didn't mean it, I just wasn't thinking." Devon said. "Listen, I want to make it all up to you."

When I didn't answer, Devon went right on, coming a few steps closer.

"It's probably presumptous of me, but I reserved us a place in Vermont. It's a little cabin, and it'll be perfect for us to get away this weekend. I'm borrowing Connor's car, and we can leave tomorrow afternoon and beat the rush. I promise big fun. How about it?"

"I don't know, Devon." I said, doing my best to sound unexcited, which couldn't be farther from how I felt. "I have a conference call tomorrow afternoon about cross-promoting a premiere with the San Jose Rep. Not to mention that I'm still mad at you and I had a big weekend of moping planned." I uncrossed my arms, and avoided direct eye contact with him.

Taking my bait, Devon came over to me and slipped his arm around my waist, still handing me the roses.

"You can do the call from the car, while we're driving. Then it's two days, just you and me."

"Okay, I'll go." I relented, taking the flowers from him.

"Great." Devon said. "I'll pick you up at your place"

Devon was obviously happy about my decision to go away with him. He kissed me sweetly before having to dash back to work. I get very little work done that afternoon, taking too much time to smell the beautiful roses he'd brought me and daydreaming about the weekend.

"This is so huge!" Eva said through the phone, while I wandered my apartment that night, attempting to pack. "He wouldn't have set all this up and asked you to go if he wasn't getting serious about you."

"I know, Eva." I agreed, picking some pretty undies set from my drawer and packing them in my bag. "It's just he's so Jekyll and Hyde sometimes. All sweet lovey one day, and flaky uninterested the next."

"He's a guy Kira." She said. "He's genetically incapable of maintaining an emotion for more than fifteen minutes. Plus..."

"Plus what?" I asked, when Eva didn't continue.

"I didn't want to say this, and please don't take this the wrong way, but he may still be adapting to the idea of a... well... non-traditional relationship." Eva explained.

My instant rush of angry confusion died away almost immediately.

"I know." I said "Maybe I'm expecting too much from him too soon. But taking me away for the weekend is a good sign, right? I can feel good about this, can't I?"

"Absolutely. It's a big, big step. You'll have a great time."

"Okay." I told her "I better run, and finish packing. Thanks for talking."

"Hey, what are best friends for? I'll see you Monday morning." she said.

Devon was parked downstairs from my apartment before four o'clock. He came upstairs and carried down the bag I'd packed for the weekend, and loaded it into the trunk of Connor's black BMW. He was all smiles and I could tell he was excited about our weekend plans.

We drove through the city then headed North on the freeway. At four I called my contact in California, and we began discussing our joint-marketing of the new play. After I'd been talking for a while, Devon reached over and took my hand. He leaned over slightly and pulled my hand up to his lips, planting a kiss on the back of my hand. I smiled at him and he smiled back, sitting in silence while I talked.

It was long dark when we finally pulled into the driveway of our cabin, which was a few miles outside of the cutest Vermont town. We went inside and Devon turned on the lights. The cabin was small, with a living room with a small kitchen attached. The living room had a big river rock fireplace and a large fluffy rug in front of the fireplace.Two doors at the back of the living room led to the only bedroom and the bathroom. Devon finally noticed me, standing shivering in the unwarmed cabin.

"There's firewood on the front porch, I'll get us a good fire started. That'll warm you up." He said, pulling me close to try and warm me.

"Okay." I said, teeth chattering just a little. "Can you feed me, too?" I asked, looking up into his eyes.

"I have groceries in the car." he said.

I watched as Devon got busy, carrying wood in to the fireplace and starting a roaring fire. I sat huddled on the floor for heat while he bustled around the kitchen making dinner. When dinner was ready we sat at the little dining table, eating and talking. After dinner, we cuddled on the couch in front of the fire, sipping wine.

I'm glad I came, I thought to myself, snuggling deeper into Devon's arms.

It was the smell of coffee that woke me up, as much as the stream of sunlight in my eyes. I was alone in the tall, comfy bed of the cabin. I could only very dimly remember going to bed the night before. I got up and walked out into the bright living room. Devon was sitting on the couch reading something, and I plopped down next to him, still rubbing my eyes and yawning.

"Hey sleepy girl." He said, leaning over to kiss me.

"Did I fall asleep on you last night?" I asked him. Devon had gotten up, and came back with a cup of coffee for me - with cream and sugar, the way I like it.

"You did. You conked out here on the couch." Devon explained. "I carried you into the bedroom, and you woke up enough to help me get you into your jammies. I didn't take advantage of you in your mostly naked sleepy state, though."

"Your loss." I smiled at him, sipping my coffee. "I'm sorry, you probably had big sex plans for us last night, and I ruined it."

"Nothing that couldn't wait until tonight." he said smiling, leaving me to wonder what exactly he did have planned.

We spent the day wandering Main Street, popping into all the antique and gifts shops. Luckily it was a bright sunny day, which kept it from being too bitter cold. We had hot soup at a small cafe for lunch, and spent the whole meal smiling at each other, never talking. I didn't care if I looked like a moony-eyed schoolgirl, because I had dreamed for so long of having a day like today - falling farther in love with a gorgeous boy.

After lunch we stopped into a little bookstore, empty except for us and the clerk, and Devon wandered off as I started looking in the poetry section. As I was thumbing through a collection of Frost, I felt two hands grab my ass. Surprised, I turned quickly and Devon was standing there with a mischievous smile.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself." he whispered, pressing close against me, pinning me back into the books. He kissed me, his tongue playing with mine. "I feel like I'm spending the day with a supermodel, and just looking at you is turning me on."

I blushed at his compliment, and he kissed me again. This time one of his hands reached around to my ass, pulling my hips into his, and his other hand cupped one of my breasts through my sweater. When he broke the kiss, his hands went simply to my hips, leaving me flushed and excited.

"Were you hoping to have sex with this supermodel, right here in the poetry aisle?" I whispered back, not sure what I'd do if he said yes.

"Actually, I was thinking the reference section was better, but I can wait." he said, stepping back.

On our way out I bought the book, hoping I'd always remember the encounter.

At one end of Main Street, in the town green, they'd built an ice-skating rink. Devon insisted that we skate and completely ignored my protests against the idea, even when I explained to him that I really couldn't skate. He was convinced he could teach me, so we rented skates - black hockey skates for Devon, and white figure skates for me - from the little hut next to the rink. We sat on a bench and I shucked out of my furry high-heel boots, and laced up the skates.

Devon held my hands and helped me walk onto the ice. Once on the ice I could make myself go pretty well, but Devon held one hand and gave me pointers on how to turn correctly and how to turn-stop. His years of hockey showed in his complete ease in skates, and we circled the rink for quite a while. Devon even showed me how to skate backwards, although I was pretty clumsy on the switch from front to back. It was on my attempt to switch back that I caught the edge of my skates, and fell hard. Devon helped me stand, and I rubbed my sore hip where I'd hit the rock-solid ice.

"Home?" Devon asked.

"Yeah." I answered, pouting and pretending to be on the verge of tears.

We returned our skates, and walked back to the car. We drove in silence back towards our cabin as the sun was setting, with me leaning to one side to keep my sure-to-be-bruised hip off the seat.

"Would you really have had sex with me in the bookstore, if I asked?" Devon blurted out suddenly.

"What?" I said, laughing a little. I could see that Devon was serious, though, by the look on his face. "No, I wouldn't have, actually. I don't believe in public sex."

"Okay." Devon said, but I couldn't really tell if he was relieved or disappointed. He didn't push the topic, though, so I didn't mention it anymore.

I don't believe in it any more, I thought

"You look amazing." Devon said, when I came out of the bathroom. He'd told me we were going out to a nice dinner, so I packed a medium-dressy outfit. I was wearing a brown floral skirt that ended just at my knee, a tan cashmere sweater that was tight fitting without being totally trashy, and dark brown leather boots with a high stiletto heel.

"Thank you, sweetie." I told him. "I hope we're not going to be late."

We were, in fact, late for our reservation at the restaurant Devon had picked - an Asian-themed place renowned as the best sushi in town. We drank sake and ate our nigiri, laughing at each other if we dropped something from our chopsticks.

"Can I ask something?" Devon said, putting down his sake cup.

"Of course, anything." I said, then I leaned closer and whispered "Is this another 'sex in the bookstore' question?"

"No, nothing like that." Devon chuckled. "Was it hard for you to start going out as a girl, like shopping or to dinner or something?"

It had been a long time since Devon had shown any interest in learning about my beginning as a girl, so I was glad he asked.

"Yes, it was." I told him. "Sometimes it still is, since there's still this fear in the back of my mind about what people will think of me. It makes it easier to have someone to go out with, though. The hardest part was just getting the right attitude - if I just act like I belong and stop feeling nervous, then everything goes better. Why do you ask?"

"Well, I don't know if you noticed, but people all over town glanced at us today." he explained. "I worried at first whether they were thinking something bad about you or me. Then I decided they were just looking because I was with a stunning, gorgeous girl - a supermodel in her tight jeans and furry boots. Let them look all they want, I don't care."

I smiled and blushed at Devon's compliment.

We drove home to our cabin after our dinner, and Devon built up the fire while I stood behind him, near the couch. When the fire was going strong, he walked over and stood in front of me.

"Okay, here goes!" he said, and got down on his knees, his head still as high as my belly, folding his hands together. "Please forgive me for what I said the other night. I'm sorry. Please, please!"

"Oh, get up, you big goof. You're forgiven!" I told him. I had to laugh at his begging apology. He stood and put his arms around me, and pulled me close.

"I told you I'd beg if I had to." he said, smiling down at me, and leaning down for a kiss.

"You should know better about kneeling in front of a girl." I told him, playfully punching his chest. "You'll make her all nervous that you're proposing."

"No marriage proposals from me, I promise." he said. "But I do have something else for you as part of the apology. Wait here."

He went outside, apparently to get whatever-it-was from the car, leaving me to wonder what he had planned. I went and sat on the couch in the living room near the fire, and Devon came back into the cabin holding a large, gift-wrapped box. When Devon saw me in the living, he came over and put the box down on the coffee table, and took his jacket off, laying it on the arm of the couch. He sat down next to me as I stared at the box, curious about the contents. Devon took a deep breath.

"Before our fight, you were telling me about your new bride fantasy, and it got me thinking about it too. So, I thought we could, you know, if you want, umm do that tonight. I did some shopping and I bought you something to wear, you know, if you want to. You can open it." he finished, indicating the box.

Devon's nervousness was obvious in his stammering and vagueness about his thoughts. Even though we'd been sexual with each other since that first night, we'd only ever talked about our different fantasies and turn-ons, but hadn't ever really acted one out. I loved the idea though and, trying to put Devon at ease, I smiled and undid the bow on top of the gift, and removed the lid.

When I looked inside, moving aside the white tissue paper, I found quite a few pieces of white lingerie that Devon had carefully packed. On top was a white lace bra with matching panties and garter belt. White lace-top stockings were next, and I put them in my lap and held up the bra to my chest, looking over at Devon.

"Devon, they're so beautiful, thank you." I told him.

"There's more, don't stop." was all he said.

Laying the bra in my lap, I dug deeper into the box. Next I pulled out a long, sheer robe with only a tie at the belly to hold it together. Looking back into the box, I found the next item - a faux pearl and white tulle tiara-style veil.

"Devon, it's amazing! Oh my god!" I said, amazed at how much thought Devon had clearly given to all the pieces a bride would need.

"Keep going." he said, smiling at me and nodding towards the box.

Pulling out more tissue paper, I found the last two items - a pair of white satin high-heel sandals and a pair white wrist-length lace gloves.

"I didn't know if the gloves were too much." Devon said as I looked at them. Excited, I plopped everything back into the box, and climbed into Devon's lap.

"They're not too much, they're perfect. Everything is perfect. Thank you so much!" I told him giving him a big hug, and put my hands on his cheeks to give him a big kiss. "Oh sweetie, thank you. You looked so nervous to give all this to me, were you?" I asked.

"I was terrified. I didn't know if you'd like it, or think I was being too pushy or something." he confessed. "And, well, it's a whole long story but I have a bad history when it comes to giving girls lingerie."

Now wasn't the time to dive into his past, but I wanted him to feel comfortable about what he'd given me. I kissed him as softly and sweetly, hoping he'd understand.

"Devon, I love it. I'd love anything you'd give me, and I'll wear anything you want, anything you like or think is sexy, any time." I explained. On the romantic nights we made love, I sometimes wore lingerie that I owned and I knew Devon liked it when I did. "Okay?" I asked.

"Okay. Thank you." he said, clearly relieved. "There is one more thing that I bought for you, though." he told me, patting my hips to get me up. I climbed off his lap and he pulled a blue velvet jewelry box from his jacket pocket. I took the box from him when he held it out to me.

"Oh Devon." I said, lifting the lid of the box. Inside was a simple necklace with a single drop pearl pendant, and a pair of matching pearl drop earrings. I couldn't even speak, both because the necklace and earrings were so beautiful and because this was the first time a boyfriend had ever given me jewelry.

"Brides need the right jewelry, don't they?" he said. "I figured pearls were right."

"Devon, they're amazing! I love them, thank you." I told him, hugging him again, tightly. "You didn't have to do all this, you must have spent a fortune." I said.

"If you like it, and you'll wear it, then it's worth every dime." he said. "Nothing's too good for the girl I love."

I looked at Devon, struck speechless again. It was the first time he'd ever said he loved me.

"I love you, too." I told him, softly. The words came easily, and felt right. We kissed again, gently, and my emotions brought slight tears to my eyes. I pulled back and laughed a little, slapping Devon's thigh. "You're going to make me cry, you big silly." I told him, wiping my damp eyes. "Well, I should go get changed. It might take me a while." I told Devon.

"I'll be here." he said, smiling at me.

I gathered up the box and it's contents and headed for the bedroom, stopping only to throw a quick look and smile back at Devon. I put the box down on the bed, and closed the door. I couldn't stop smiling, even though my heart was beating so fast from the emotion of what had just happened and the sexual charge it had given me. I pulled off my clothes, boots, and undies and just piled them on the floor.

Standing there naked, I poured out the box onto the bed, hardly able to think clearly enough to decide what to put on first. I pulled the white lace panties up my legs and over my hips. There'd be no way to hide my obvious excitement, so I didn't even bother. Next came the bra, which fit perfectly, and then I hooked the garter belt around my waist. I sat on the bed and pulled up the white stockings, then stood to hook the garter clips to the tops of the stockings. I dug the satin sandals from the pile on the bed, and bent over to put them on. For the first time I looked at myself in the tall mirror behind the door, and admired how beautiful the lingerie Devon had bought for me looked. I pulled on the robe, tying it loosely around my waist, and grabbed the veil from bed. It took a little work and a few tries, but I managed to pull my hair up and into the tiara, letting the sheer fabric of the veil hang past my shoulders. I slid the short lace gloves on, and lastly I put on the exquisite pearl pendant and earrings Devon had given me, and a new surge of emotion hit me. Smiling and holding back new tears, I scooted to the bathroom to make sure my makeup was perfect. After a fresh coat of shiny lip gloss, I felt ready.

The butterflies in my stomach only added to my excitement.

When I stepped back into the living room of the cabin I saw that Devon had turned off all the lights, but the room was aglow with the light from the fire and the many candles Devon had lit. He was standing in front of the fire, but turned to look when I came out. I loved every second as his eyes scanned me up and down as I walked over to him.

"You look...unbelievable." he said.

I stopped, further than arm's length away, and did a slow turn for him to see all of me, and then stepped close.

"Unbelievable." he said again.

"You look very nice yourself." I told him. While I was in the bedroom, Devon had changed into a pair of black silky pajamas, apparently wanting to fulfill his role as "groom".

"Thank you." he said, and pulled me close for a kiss. Our tongues played, and I wrapped my arms around Devon's waist. Devon broke our kiss, but not without a last little bite on my lower lip, something he knew I loved. "Champagne, sweetheart?" he asked, turning to the table next to the couch.

"Of course, how nice." I told him, as he pulled the champage bottle from the ice bucket and poured two full flutes. He handed me my glass, and we clinked.

"I didn't know if you wanted to go into the bedroom, or stay here, or..." he said.

"It'll be a perfect wedding night if you make love to me right here, in front of the fire." I said, playing my "bride" part and sipping my champagne.

"Okay." Devon said, we sat down on the cushy comfy rug, my sheer robe pooled around me.

At first, we simply looked into each others eyes, and drank our champage. Soon though, Devon scooted closer to me and leaned in to kiss me. His lips were always strong and soft at the same time, and his tongue touched mine only so often always making me want more. Sliding even closer, Devon put his arm around me and pulled me close, kissing me harder. My breasts were pushed into his chest, my arm around his wide shoulder.

Devon stopped kissing me, and took a sip of his champagne. Without kissing me, Devon started running the fingers of his free hand over my body. First across my belly just above the garter belt, then down my hip until he traced his fingertips over the strap of the garter and across the top of my stocking. Next he pushed my hair behind one ear, and ever so gently touched my earlobe and the new pearl earring there before stroking down my neck. Then his fingers ran down the exposed skin between my breasts, making me breathe in with pleasure. He stopped touching me then, and smiled as he sipped more champagne.

I drank too, and then kissed him, my mouth sweet with the taste of the champagne. While we kissed, I ran my hand across his smooth cheek and then down to his chest, feeling his muscular body through the fabric of his pajamas. I didn't want to control myself any longer, and I moved my hand down to touch his cock, hard inside the soft silk. Devon straightened a little, but kept kissing me, as I gently touched him. I stopped and finished my champagne, hoping I was leaving him wanting more as much as he'd left me.

Devon refilled our glasses, and put the bottle back in the bucket. Devon pulled some pillows down, and sat back against them, up against the couch. Devon beckoned me with his finger, clearly wanting me to join him. Hoping it would turn him on, I crawled the little distance to where he sat. I crawled between his legs and up close to kiss him. After the kiss, with his hands on my hips, Devon had me turn to sit between his legs, leaning my back against his chest. He handed me my champagne flute, and I drank looking into the fire.

Without a word, with me sitting so close and inviting, Devon had full reign to touch me the way I hoped he'd wanted all weekend. He undid the tie of my robe, and pulled it open. I closed my eyes when his hands slid up to cup my breasts, then gently massaged them, bringing my nipples hard under his touch. I kept my eyes closed while he rubbed my breasts, touching me in every way he liked. I was so aroused by his efforts, I barely noticed when he stopped and ran his hands down my sides. He touched my stomach, feeling the lace of my garter belt under his fingers. I definitely noticed when a hand moved lower to touch my cock, fully hard inside the lace panties. Devon gently stroked his hand over my erection, and I sighed with the pleasure he gave me with his touch.

Unbelievably aroused, I simply couldn't sit still any longer, and I sat up and turned around. To show Devon he'd done nothing wrong to cause my abrupt movement, I kissed him as passionately as I could. My robe was a little tangled around me, so I shucked it off my shoulders and tossed it beside us on the floor. Kneeling between Devon's legs, I was only slightly taller than him, and I had to bend a little to kiss him. He took the opportunity to hold my ass with his strong hands, pulling me into him. Stopping our kiss, I unbuttoned the top of his pajamas and ran my hands over his chest. I bent low, and put kisses all over his chest and nipples. Kissing him again, I let my hand search low enough to once again find his hard cock, and this time I touched him more urgently. I wanted him so badly.

I broke our kiss, and reached down with both hands to grasp the waistband of his pajama bottoms. Devon understood my silent command, and scooted forward to lift his hips off the floor. Gently I pulled the pants down over his large cock, and then more quickly pulled them down and off his legs. In the fire-candle light, he was so sexy, with his chest showing and his hard cock straight up. I wanted to tease him a little before the pleasure he knew I was about to give, so I moved in close for another kiss, but grabbed his cock with the handful of silk pajamas. I gripped and stroked roughly, knowing the silk would soften the touch and make it more erotic. Devon siged and his muscles tensed, letting me know my trick had worked.

I tossed the jammies aside, and kissed my way down his chest and stomach until I was laying fully between his legs. I hoped Devon had a good view of the straps of my garter belt stretched over my ass as I bent my head to go down on him. Holding his hard cock gently in my gloved hand, I lightly ran my tongue along the head, getting it wet. My heart pounded with my own excitement as I put the tip of his cock in my mouth. Slowly, I slid my mouth up and down his shaft, always getting more and more of him in my mouth. It felt so good to be able to take almost al of him into my mouth, and I hoped Devon felt as good as I did when I made love to him this way. Lost in my own rapture, I continued my attentions until Devon grabbed my shoulders and pulled me up, apparently feeling close to orgasm. I knelt in front of him again, licking the saliva from my lips before kissing him again.

As we kissed, Devon reached behind me and easily undid the clasp of my bra, freeing my breasts from their lace confines. I held his head as he kissed and nibbled my breasts, paying special attention to my sensitive nipples. His mouth felt so good on my breasts, and I loved the way he'd nibble little bites on my nipples, making me gasp. With his strong arms around my waist, Devon helped me to lay down on the soft rug. Kneeling next to me, he deftly undid the garters attached to my stockings, and when all four were undone he quickly slid my lace panties down and off, even though they caught briefly on the heels of my stockings. Laying down next to me he started kissing my breasts again, this time also touching my hard cock. I rolled, putting my back to his chest, and I felt his erection pressing warm against the cheeks of my ass. I wanted him inside me so much, and as if he'd read my mind, Devon whispered in my ear and moved to get up.

"Don't move." he told me, and hopped up and went into the bedroom. I didn't exactly obey his command, and took the opportunity to hook my garter belt back to my stockings. No reason not to wear as much lingerie as possible while Devon made love to me on our "wedding night". Devon came back with the necessities of our particular type of sex, holding a small bottle of lubricant, a condom, and a small towel. I sat up when Devon sat down next to me on the rug, and I took the condom from his hands. When I flung the package onto the couch, Devon gave me a quizical look.

"Not tonight." was all I told him, and kissed him to show him I meant what I said.

Next, I took the bottle from him and pushed him to lay down on his back. I made a short show of taking off one of my lace gloves, and when I finished I opened the bottle and drizzled some of the liquid down the length of his hard cock. Devon gasped from the cold sensation, but I quickly rubbed the liquid all over to warm it and get his cock slick. When his erection was fully coated, I lay down facing away from him again. Devon moved close, and with my hand between us I rubbed the smooth liquid between the cheeks of my ass. I gripped Devon's cock and helped guide him, until the tip of his cock pressed against the opening of my ass. Moving my hand away, I let Devon push slowly but forcefully and felt his cock slide into my ass.

I closed my eyes and moaned as Devon slowly pushed the full length of his cock into me. It hadn't taken Devon long  in our sexual relationship to learn enough about my body to know just how fast he could enter me, and how much I liked him to slide his cock in and out as he filled me. With his arm around my chest, mashing my breasts, Devon pushed his stiff cock as far as he could up my tight ass. After a few quick short strokes, Devon pulled his hips back and slid completely out of my ass. The ache I felt to have him penetrate me again was a fire, an urgent need. Just when I thought I couldn't wait any longer, Devon did something he'd never done before. With his hand, he grabbed my top leg behind the knee and pulled it up, spreading my legs wide. Completely open to him, his cocked plunged deep into my ass again.

If he loved me and made me feel like this, I would do anything for him.

Devon insistently pushed in and out of my ass, and I reached down to grasp my leg with my hand, holding my leg where he'd put it. Devon's cock felt so good as he fucked me so sexily, and without the condom he was warmer and softer, and I loved it. Pulling out of me suddenly, Devon rolled me onto my back and moved in between my legs. Devon looked straight into my eyes as I pulled my knees up, and never stopped looking as he pushed fully into my ass again. At first he bent low to kiss me, but soon he got up on his knees and moved his hips back and forth to keep fucking me deeply. Again, like he'd never done before, he grabbed my ankles, and held my legs up high while he slammed into me, in and again. I hoped that he loved the view of this girl, in her white lingerie, a bridal viel spilled around her head, eyes closed, moaning from the pleasure he gave.

The sensations Devon was giving me with his strong lovemaking was so incredible, and after all the emotions and highs of the day, I just wanted to orgasm so much. While Devon continued to pump his cock, long and deep, in my ass, I began stroking my cock. While I did, I also moved my other hand to rub my breasts, and as I began nearing orgrasm, I finally opened my eyes. My eyes locked on the deep blue of Devon's, and with the next stroke of his cock and my hand, my orgasm crashed down on me and I shot come all over my belly.

Devon stopped, and pulled out of me completely, leaning down to kiss me me in my post orgasm glow. Tingling all the way to my toes, my only thought was how much I wanted him to come as strongly as I had just done. Knowing it was Devon's favorite position, I rolled over and got up on my hands and knees. When I felt Devon close behind me I glanced back over my shoulder, but Devon was intent only on my ass. Easily, he slipped his cock deep in my ass again, and held my hips to pound me. I was lost in new ecstasy from his cock inside me, but soon I could feel his strokes becoming shorter and his muscles tensing. I tried, as much as possible, to squeeze his cock with my ass. With a last thrust I felt his cock pulse and then spasm with each spurt of come he shot into my ass.

We collapsed and lay snuggling on the floor, Devon laying on his back with my head resting on his chest. When I felt recovered enough to move, I leaned up on one elbow and gave Devon a long, soft kiss.

"Devon, thank you so much for making my fantasy come true. It was perfect." I told him, tracing my fingernails over his bare chest.

"Trust me, it was my pleasure." he said, touching my cheek. "I've never made love to such a beautiful girl before, never."

We kissed again, and I hoped he could feel the love I felt for him in the way my lips caressed his.

We rested more, until we both started dozing. Sleepy eyed, I went to the bedroom to change into pajamas, while Devon blew out all the candles. We climbed into bed, and Devon held me close to him while I fell asleep. Even though we had to leave in the morning, and our romantic winter getaway was over, I knew I'd always remember the night in Vermont, in the firelight, when I was Devon's bride.

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