The wedding night continued in this week's episode, as Moving Forward draws to a close. But never fear, even though their story is winding down, you'll still be seeing Marshall and Lee, just from other perspectives! Don't forget to see what the other Briefers are up to! Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!
Moving Forward #71 (17.3)
They emerged from the shower a short time later. Returning to their bedroom, they dried themselves thoroughly before falling together on the bed, lips meshed, bodies taut with desire.
The urgency which had impelled them into the shower had been replaced with a more sensual languor, immediacy exchanged for a sensual subtlety. This night was theirs to enjoy. No need to rush; they could take their time and prolong their pleasure.
“Would you like me to get out some of our toys?” Lee asked.
“That sounds like a great idea,” Marshall agreed, even though it meant Lee leaving the bed. But he knew it wouldn’t be for long, and it wasn’t. He placed a couple of items on the bedside table before he turned to Marshall.
First, he bound Marshall’s wrists together with one of his ties and placed his hands above his head. Then he secured his feet in a similar fashion, one to each bed post.
“You’re mine,” Lee whispered, “now and for always, and nothing will ever change that.”
“Nothing,” Marshall murmured in agreement.
Spread-eagle now, completely exposed, Marshall watched Lee with avid interest. Selecting a black ring, he secured it around Marshall’s cock. “Just a little insurance,” he said with a wink and a grin.
Marshall understood, and he didn’t mind. He also didn’t object when Lee lubed up one of their butt plugs and slowly slid it inside of Marshall, taking his time and not pushing the muscles too hard. Marshall felt the pressure in his channel, felt the cool slick that covered the plug, and he wished it was Lee. All in good time, he knew.
“You have your safeword?” Lee asked, and Marshall nodded. Not that he’d ever need to use it, but he certainly remembered what it was. He felt secure with Lee, knew he’d never hurt him.
“You have yours?” Marshall teased.
“Smartass,” Lee replied.
“So your safeword is smartass?” Marshall smirked, just before Lee hushed him with a long, slow kiss, one that seared into his very soul.
By the time Lee released him, he had nothing else to say, his rock hard cock evidence of how much he’d enjoyed the kiss. He was gratified to notice Lee was every bit as hard as he was.
Lee straddled him, sitting so that Marshall’s cock nestled comfortably against his ass, careful not to put his full weight on Marshall. Leaning down, he kissed one shoulder, then slid his tongue over the soft skin of Marshall’s collarbone, sucking at it. Marshall suspected he’d have a heck of a hickey after this, but he didn’t care. He arched up into Lee’s touch, wishing he could do more, but with his hands tied like that, he was unable to.
“Like that, do you?”
Lee continued to kiss his way across Marshall’s chest, licking and sucking as he went. When he reached one nipple, he took it between his thumb and forefinger and pinched. Marshall gasped, a mixture of pain and pleasure.
Lee took the taut nipple into his mouth and lightly tongued it, easing the tightness. Damn, that felt good.
to be continued
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