Title: Yesterday to Tomorrow: Chapter Sixty-eight, An All Night Thing
Rating: NC-17 [violence, swearing, nudity, sexual situations]

Summary: The wedding reception ends and the lovin' begins.

Previous Chapter Completed My Heart

Current Chapter An All Night Thing

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Leading Alyssa back into the party, Chris paused just outside the tent to steal a soft and tender kiss, "Tell me what our last dance is. So I can get the DJ to play it and we can go home."

Alyssa chuckled, "All you have to do is tell him it's time for us to depart. Actually, I'll go takeover."

Moving in front of him, his hand in hers, Alyssa made her way up to the DJ. As luck would have it, none of the musically inclined were on the stage, allowing the DJ to actually spin some of the music. Seeing the approach of the bride and groom, he set aside his next track. She leaned towards him, letting him know it was time for the last dance. He nodded and flipped on the last track.

Having left Chris on the other side of the dance floor, which had now emptied, Alyssa turned to him with a smile. She motioned to him to join her, meeting him halfway across the floor. He immediately started to grin with the opening notes of the song.

And couldn't help but sing along... with himself, "She motioned to me/That she wanted to leave/And go somewhere warm/Where we’d be alone/I do not know, what’s going on/But I’m guessing it’s an all night thing."

"Always better from your lips than from a speaker," she commented as he lead her around the dance floor with the remaining guests.

At the closing of the song, he dipped her and kissed her deeply. Applause, they headed towards the exit of the tent. Naturally they were stopped on their way out, allowing for the distribution of the pouches of confetti and for the motorcycle to be brought around. The four hundred and some guests who still remained happily showered the couple with red and white confetti, some even shot from horns and guns.

Chris was a little wary to climb aboard the Harley, mainly because he worried about Alyssa's dress and handling that on the bike. At one point, Alyssa had considered changing before departing the reception, but thought better of it. And therefore figured out how best to sit on the back of their motorcycle and how to position her dress's voluminous skirt so that it wouldn't be dirtied by the exhaust or cause any problems. She assured him with a quick kiss and he climbed onto the bike. A few moments later, her arms wrapped around his waist, her lips pressed near his ear.

"Let's roll, baby," she breathed.

Starting the motorcycle with a rumble, he waved to the cheering crowd and pulled away from the LA Music Center. Luckily the hotel wasn't all that far away, very little weaving in and out of traffic needed. Grumbling to a halt outside of the hotel, he waited for his bride to maneuver her way off of the bike. He wasn't entirely sure if he could trust the valet attendant to park his bike, but eventually relented and swung his leg over the seat.

"Take good care of her. She's my wedding gift from my wife," he instructed, slipping his keys into the attendant's hand.

"Of course, sir," he nodded.

Stepping away from the bike, his arm slipped around Alyssa. Flashing a smile at the desk agent, they made their way up to the suite Alyssa had dressed in. Finding the key in her purse, she was hesitant to open the door, knowing full well the wedding party had disappeared for sometime. And as the bike hadn't left much to decorate, surely they had attacked the suite.

And she was correct.

The room had been filled with roses. A bottle of champagne waited in a chilled bucket, a pair of flutes on the counter nearby. Seemingly all innocent. Until they passed from the sitting area to the bedroom. Condoms blown up like ballons decorated the room. All sorts of Kama Sutra products littered the room, from long feathers and jars of honey dust to a lovers painting kit, complete with paintbrush and chocolate body paint. Of course if those didn't work, there was a three piece vibrator kit, lovingly displayed on their pillows.

"I really love our friends," Chris declared, plucking a vibrator off the pillow.

"Oh totally," she rolled her eyes, leaning on the doorframe with a grin. "As if I've got enough energy to play with all of this tonight."

His eyes danced to hers, "But you want to play with some of it?"

"Nah. I just want to play with you," Alyssa replied, her smile unending. "Only issue is we have the brunch tomorrow.... er today, at eleven."

Dropping the vibrator, Chris returned to his bride, kissing her passionately, "That gives us hours."

She smiled crookedly, "A few at least. I would like to get some sleep."

"No promises."

"Christopher," she frowned.

"You made me wait!" he declared.

Pulling away from him, she turned, glancing over her shoulder at him, "We'll see what you say after you get me out of this."

Grinning mischeviously, Chris stepped forward. Brushing her hair aside, he kissed her shoulder softly. His hands roamed down the curves of her body, moving inward from her hips to the dark red satin stays of her dress. His fingers struggled to pull out the knots, causing him to grumble in frustration. Finally working the ribbons apart, Chris loosened the dress. Alyssa's hands clasped to her breasts, holding the dress in place while he pulled on the ribbons. A kiss to her shoulder was his signal that he was finished.

Turning she held the dress up, "Light some candles. And get more comfortable yourself."

He pouted for a brief moment before pushing the condom balloons out of the room in a frantic search for a lighter. Shaking her head, Alyssa stepped out of her dress, draping it over the back of the only chair in the room. She got rid of the remaining condom balloons, popping one of them by stepping on it with her heel.

"Oh lord," Chris muttered from the entrance of the bedroom.

Turning she grinned at him, seeing he had a candle in one hand and a lighter in the other. He had also paused to remove his jacket, tie, and shoes, only still wearing his shirt and pants. She was still far more exposed in the corset, thong, nylons, and heels. And knew that was exactly what Chris wanted.

He dropped the unlit candle and lighter, deciding the soft light from the other room was doing fine all on its own. A moment later his arms wrapped around Alyssa, kissing her softly but passionately. She smiled, loving the fact she didn't have to push up on her toes at the moment to kiss him better. As long as she had her heels on, they were just about equal height.

Lingering in the kiss for only a moment, Chris's hands moved down her body, briefing over the lace to caress her. Reaching her waist, he lifted her, one hand moving under her legs to carry her to the bed. She giggled as he did so, laying her gently in the centre of the bed, tossing the vibrators aside. He quickly shed his shirt and pants before stretching out next to her. His lips touched her shoulder, kissing down her arm to her hand.

"You're married!?" he gasped after kissing her ring finger.

"Yeah. Sorry I didn't mention that before. Don't worry. My husband will never know," she replied softly.

"Why not?"

She shrugged, "He's not the most perceptive. Or else he wouldn't have left me alone with someone as sexy as you."

Chris chuckled before kissing back up her arm, "I do believe I am a very lucky man."

"Yeah? What makes you think that?" she teased.

"I have you. My best friend. My lover. My wife," he declared before kissing her. "No one more perfect than you."

"I'm not perfect," she argued.

"Ah but I love your imperfections just as much, maybe more," Chris said, his lips dusting over her shoulders along her collarbone. "And so amazingly beautiful."

"Nah," she shook her head, smiling softly.

His tongue flicked out, moving the pendant on her skin, "You kinda taste like... honey."

Glancing down at him she grinned, "You know how you wanted to taste me the other day?"

"You mean every day for the past month?"

"Yeah that," she responded. "Anyways, I made sure to get another massage today. So I would be all tasty for you."

"Ohhhh," Chris groaned. "You harlot."

"Yep."

His hand ran over the lace-bound mound of her breast, slightly pressing down to feel her nipple's reaction to his touch. She purred, wiggling some on the bed. With a cheshire smile, he bent down and suckled on her nipple, wetting the fabric with his mouth. Alyssa gasped at the sensation, wiggling even more on the bed, which just caused him to chuckle and move to the other breast.

"Chris... s...s...s...stop," she whined.

"Nope," he replied, returning to the first breast as his hands wandered down to tease the lacy thong off of her hips.

"Buttttttttt," she groaned.

"You have a nice one," Chris replied before returning to his suckling.

Arching her back, pressing her breast into his mouth, she moaned. Her movement halted Chris from lifting her hips and removing the panties. For a moment he considered snapping them off. Deciding she would get mad at that, his tongue stopped its work long enough for his hands to slip under her hips and slid the panties down. His fingers trailed up her legs, caressing softly towards her hips.

Sucking once more on the lace-covered nipples, he chuckled as she whined again. Rather than explain anything, his hand slipped between her legs. Her hands clenched on his shoulders, nails biting ever so gently. Her hips pushed towards his teasing hands as they caressed soft circles on just the very insides of her upper thighs.

"I hate you," she uttered, squeezing her legs tightly close to stop his caresses.

"No, you don't," he replied, looking up from her breasts..

"Yes, I do," Alyssa replied. "Unless you take those shorts off."

"You only love me when I'm naked?" he frowned.

"Yes, Chris. I only married you for the sex, now get to it!" she ordered fighting to remain serious.

Chris laughed, "Well I must make my wife happy. I'm pretty sure that's what my dad said I apparently hadn't learned the first two times."

While Alyssa rolled her eyes at the statement, he pulled away to do as she bade. Seizing the opportunity, she sat up and removed the corset quickly. Chris frowned slightly, but his hands quickly cupped her exposed and damp breasts, before kissing around her nipples sloppily. She arched and moaned, her hands tracing over his skin. Her nails lightly raked his skin, leaving faint marks that soon disappeared with the quick pulse of blood rushing to his skin.

"Chrisssss," she moaned, grabbing his hair and pulling his mouth to hers.

Kissing her with a grin, his tongue languidedly tasted hers. His hands wandered away from caressing her breasts to swirl over her stomach. For a moment he lingered there, almost like he was uncertain of something. But that passed and his hand slipped over her throbbing mound. Legs parting, feet propping against the mattress, she arched towards his touch.

"Patience, kitten," he breathed.

"No patience," Alyssa replied. "I need you, Chris. Don't you... don't you want to thrill me?"

Chris chuckled, "Always, baby."

Hands moving to her hips, he tilted her body before slowly pushing in. For a moment they just lay there, bodies connected, not even kissing. Slowly Chris pulled out and that set everything back into motion. Alyssa reacted, arching to meet his thrust, her hands caressing his glowing skin, her eyes rolling back as he licked and sucked on her pulses.

Pushing into her, Chris stopped any caresses, any touches. Leaning up and away from her kisses, his hands slid over her hips, re-positioning her hips and legs. With her legs over his shoulders, he started to press into her again. Without his mouth to kiss, she bit the back of her hand, stiffling a moan as his new position stroked her differently.

Before too long her head was spinning. He could feel the tension building in her, holding back himself until her hand dropped from her mouth. Leaning down with a final deep thrust, Chris captured her mouth with his own, his body shuddering into hers.

Slowly they parted. Chris helped Alyssa to her feet, supporting most of her weight while he flipped back the blanket and sheet of the bed. Easing her back in, he cradled her body against his. Alyssa smiled contently, her head nestling in the crook of his shoulder.

"You are my heaven," she breathed, a yawn killing any further conversation.

He kissed her temple, "You are my universe. Sleep, my wife. And when you wake, we'll begin our life together."

She smiled crookedly, "And go somewhere exotic."

"Perhaps."