Before

Before

By Jaewon

Summary:

The night before your wedding, you and your fiancée Momo share an intimate, loving evening in the luxurious penthouse suite. What starts as tender moments quickly turns into passionate sex filled with worship, her eager mouth and breasts, semi-rough need, and deep connection as you both savor your last night as fiancés.

The penthouse was quiet except for the soft city lights twinkling through the floor-to-ceiling windows. We had the entire top floor to ourselves for the night—a gift from the company to give us some peace before tomorrow’s chaos. Momo stood by the glass, looking out at the glowing skyline in nothing but one of my white dress shirts. It hung loose on her, the hem brushing her thighs, buttons half undone so I could see the curve of her breasts.

She was breathtaking. At twenty-eight, Momo had this perfect balance of elegance and playfulness that made my chest ache every time I looked at her. Tomorrow she would be my wife. Tonight, she was still my fiancée, and I wanted to memorize every second.

I walked up behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist. She leaned back into me immediately, humming softly as my hands rested on her stomach.

“Can’t sleep?” I asked, kissing the side of her neck.

“Not yet,” she whispered. “I keep thinking about us. How lucky I am.” She turned in my arms, eyes soft and full of love. “I want you tonight, baby. All of you. No rushing.”

I kissed her deeply, pouring everything into it. My hands slid down to cup her ass, lifting her slightly as she melted against me. We made our way to the huge bed, shedding clothes along the way. I unbuttoned the shirt she wore, letting it fall open to reveal her beautiful body.

Momo lay back on the pillows, smiling up at me as I climbed over her. “Touch me however you want,” she said gently. “I’m yours.”

I started slow, worshipping her the way she deserved. My mouth found her breasts first—full, soft, and perfect. I kissed around them, sucking lightly on the skin before taking one nipple into my mouth. She arched with a sweet moan, fingers threading through my hair as I licked and sucked, giving the other the same attention. I couldn’t get enough, burying my face between them, kissing and nuzzling while my hands squeezed gently.

“You’re so beautiful here,” I murmured, voice rough with need. “I love your tits so much. Could spend hours just like this.”

Momo let out a breathy laugh that turned into a moan when I sucked harder. “Then do it, fiancé. Worship them.”

I did. I pressed them together, licking between them, sucking on her nipples until they were shiny and sensitive. She was squirming under me, legs rubbing together. When I finally moved lower, she stopped me.

“Wait. Let me take care of you first.”

She pushed me onto my back and straddled my waist for a moment, kissing down my chest. Her hand wrapped around my cock, stroking slowly, feeling me throb for her. Then she slid lower, settling between my legs.

Momo looked up at me with those dark, loving eyes as she licked from base to tip. “So hard already… all because of me.” She took me into her warm mouth, sucking gently at first, then deeper. Her head bobbed with perfect rhythm, tongue swirling around the head every time she pulled up. Spit dripped down my shaft as she worked me, one hand stroking the base while the other gently played with my balls.

“Fuck, Momo… your mouth feels incredible,” I groaned, hand resting on her head.

She hummed happily, taking me even deeper until I hit the back of her throat. The wet sounds and her soft moans filled the room. After a few minutes she pulled off, breathing heavily, and climbed back up.

“I want to use these too,” she whispered, cupping her breasts. She leaned forward, wrapping them around my slick cock. The soft, warm pressure was heaven. Momo started moving, sliding her tits up and down my length while her tongue licked the head every time it peeked out.

I reached down, holding her hair back so I could watch. “God, yes… titfuck me just like that, baby.”

She smiled, squeezing them tighter, moving faster. The sight of my cock disappearing between her perfect breasts pushed me close to the edge. She noticed and sped up, licking and sucking the tip until I couldn’t hold back.

I came hard, groaning her name as thick ropes spilled across her chest and neck. Momo kept moving slowly, milking me through it, then licked up what she could reach with a satisfied little hum.

She crawled up and kissed me, sharing the taste. We stayed like that for a while, touching and whispering. I cleaned her chest gently with a warm cloth from the bathroom, kissing every spot I wiped. The love between us felt so strong it almost hurt.

But the need came back quickly. I rolled her onto her back, spreading her legs and settling between them. I pushed inside her slowly, both of us moaning at the feeling. She was so wet and tight, pulling me in deeper.

“Fill me,” she breathed, wrapping her legs around my waist. “I want all of you tonight.”

I started thrusting, building a steady rhythm. Momo’s hands gripped my shoulders, nails digging in just enough to feel good. When I leaned down to suck on her breasts again, she arched hard, moaning louder.

“Harder, baby,” she gasped. “I can take it.”

I picked up the pace, fucking her deeper. I grabbed a handful of her hair, tugging it lightly as I drove into her. The semi-rough edge made her clench around me, eyes fluttering with pleasure.

“Yes… pull my hair like that,” she whimpered. “I love when you get a little rough with me.”

We changed positions after a while. I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her onto my lap, facing me. She sank down onto my cock, riding me with slow, deep rolls of her hips. Her breasts bounced right in front of my face, and I worshipped them again—sucking, licking, squeezing while she moved faster.

“Feels so good inside me,” she moaned, arms around my neck. “My future husband’s cock… stretching me so perfectly.”

I gripped her ass, helping her bounce, thrusting up to meet her. The sound of skin meeting skin mixed with our heavy breathing. I tugged her hair again, tilting her head back so I could kiss and bite her neck gently.

We moved once more, this time with her on all fours at the edge of the bed. I stood behind her, thrusting deep and hard. One hand pulled her hair, the other gripped her hip as I fucked her. Momo pushed back against me, moaning into the sheets to muffle the louder sounds.

“Cum inside me,” she begged. “Please… fill your fiancée up before she becomes your wife.”

That sent me over. I buried myself deep, pulling her hair as I came hard, pumping rope after rope of cum into her pussy. She came right after, walls squeezing me tight, body shaking with pleasure.

We collapsed together on the bed, tangled and breathing hard. I stayed inside her for a long time, kissing her shoulders and back while my hand stroked her side. When I finally pulled out, I watched my cum slowly leak from her, feeling a deep sense of satisfaction and love.

Momo turned to face me, snuggling into my chest. I pulled the sheets over us, holding her close.

“How do you feel?” I asked, kissing her forehead.

“Happy. Loved. A little sore in the best way,” she said with a soft laugh. She traced patterns on my chest. “I can’t wait to marry you tomorrow. But tonight… this was perfect. Just us, being close like this.”

We talked for a long time after—about our future, the honeymoon plans, silly little memories from when we first met. She told me how safe she felt with me, how my support during her busy schedules meant everything. I told her how proud I was of her, how much I loved her strength and kindness.

At some point we started touching again. My fingers found her pussy, still slick with my cum, and I rubbed her gently until she was whimpering for more. This time I took her in missionary, slow and deep, eyes locked the whole time. I worshipped her breasts again, sucking softly while thrusting. She came once more, pulling me down for a messy kiss as I filled her a second time.

Afterward, we showered together, washing each other with gentle hands. Back in bed, clean and tired, she curled into me, leg thrown over mine.

“I love you,” she whispered, already drifting off. “More than anything.”

“I love you too, future Mrs. [Your Last Name].” I stroked her hair until her breathing evened out, heart full.

The penthouse felt like our little world that night. Tomorrow everything would change in the best way, but this moment—raw, loving, passionate—was ours alone. Momo was the woman I wanted to spend my life with, and I couldn’t wait to stand beside her and say our vows.

The End.