Before The Wedding 1

The wedding's inching closer and Kira plus Aaron are counting every hour. They've already ditched the wait-until-marriage plan and jumped each other twice this week. Last night she cornered him against the fridge wearing nothing but white thigh-highs and his unbuttoned shirt, her hand sliding straight into his boxers like she owned the place. He groaned right there, yanked her skirt up, fingers shoved aside soaked cotton while she bit his shoulder. No willpower left between them—just raw nerves and soaked thighs—so they pounded it out on the kitchen counter until milk toppled and eggs cracked beneath her ass. Morning after, Aaron fucked her bent over the sink between toothbrushing and lipstick, same open-fly urgency from last week. They were supposed to save it. Now they're weeks deep into furiously breaking every rule they set and loving every wet second of it.