Chapter 1: Edging

Dina’s heart fluttered with excitement as she headed toward the doors to the automated courtroom. The bottom of her summer dress caressed along her thighs that she spent the last three months trimming down until they were sleek and beautiful just for this day. The dress was only one part of her outfit, though it was the most expensive because of the imported cotton. There was no cotton on the station and even a kilogram of the material required enough permits that she almost didn’t have it in time for her big day.

“Slow down,” chided Korin, her husband-to-be. He squeezed her hand to emphasize the point.

Her arm straightened before she registered his words. With a faint blush on her pale cheeks, she slowed down for him to catch up. “Sorry.”

“I know you’re excited.” He reached up with his other hand to brush the black hair from her face. The strands clung to the faint texture of her makeup and one caught on her long eyelash. He tugged it free and smiled, his lips curling in a way that her heart beat faster for a different reason.

“It has just been so long.”

“Compared to getting married ten minutes after you said yes?” His brown eyes shimmered with amusement. He had a faint scruff on his face. Even though she had a faint annoyance that he didn’t spent four hours preparing like she did, she thought he was just as handsome as the day they stumbled into each other at the station safety presentation a year ago.

She squeezed his hand as the flutters in her chest moved further down to focus on the aching sensation between her legs. It had been almost two days since they last had sex. They wanted to make the first orgasm of their marriage intense, so both had been edging since then. She could still remember the torture he inflicted on her by gently stroking her pussy on the tram.

Dina’s nipples grew harder, peeking up out of the fabric.

Korin’s eyes flickered down and then up. “What are you thinking about?”

She worried her bottom lip. “What do you think?” she whispered.

He glanced at the couple behind them. They were easily three meters away and waiting their turn. Returning his gaze back to her, he leaned forward and whispered into her ear. “I’m thinking about licking that pretty little pussy of yours a few more times before—”

She turned, her lips brushing against his ear. “I’m going to fuck you the moment we get into that room. Period.”

“I was hoping for at least a little—”

“Period,” she said with a grin. She stepped forward to shield her hand as she reached down and pressed her palm against the ridge of his cock inside of his slacks. It was almost the perfect length, from her wrist to the tip of her finger. She could feel the heat through the synthetic fabric and could almost imagine the familiar smell of his excitement when she finally pulled him open.

He groaned and grabbed her wrist. “Careful, I’m about to blow.”

“Aww,” she said with a grin. “Poor baby. Don’t worry, I’ll kiss it later.”

His cock throbbed. “I thought you—”

“After I fuck the hell out of you,” she said with a kiss on his ear.

He groaned again and pulled back. “Who’s great idea was this?”

Dina smirked. “Yours.”

Whatever Korin would have said was interrupted by a ding. When she saw “138 A” on the digital sign, her heart began to beat faster. Squeezing his hand, she gestured to it. “It’s our turn.”

Holding hands, they headed into the kiosk to get married.