Zack X Ray (AGE UP)

"chapter 7"

Although Zack was in a maximum security prison, they did allow the prisoners a special kind of visitation on their wedding day, private "cabin" included. It was more of a trailer fashioned to look like a cheap motel room, but it was a hell of a lot better than the barren cells in which normal visitation took place.

"Not exactly the most romantic setting. Sorry."

"I don't know. It's kind of exciting, working the system in my favor like this." She stretched up on the tips of her toes to kiss him. Her heels did little to correct the height difference between them. "Business or pleasure first?"

"You- you're kidding, right?"

"I'm not. How much time do we have again?"

"Only four hours," he sulked.

"Well..." she swallowed thickly as he turned her around and gently worked on the buttons of her dress, kissing his way further down her body with each fastening that gave way. "That's- that's enough time to-" her voice shook, "to go over the plan and have sex at least- um, six times-" her dress pooled at her feet, "though that's probably a pretty conservative estimate."

"Very conservative."

He stepped back and circled her like a predator, taking his sweet time taking it all in, his eyes raked over her mostly naked body... at all that perfect pale skin complementing her delicate curves.

She blushed and reached behind her to unclasp her bra, letting it fall to the floor, then brushed her long hair out of the way so he could see her clearly.

"Wow." His mouth went dry as he stared at her exposed breasts. They were small, but pretty. Two perfectly rounded little mounds that needed to be in his hands, in his mouth.

He sank down to his knees in front of her and cupped them in his hands, rolled them under his palms. She let out a tiny gasp when he drew his tongue across one of her rosy little nipples. He smirked and swirled his tongue around the hardened peak, giving the same treatment to the other one. While he worried them with his lips and tongue, he found something to do with his hands down below, lightly tracing the outline of her pussy through the delicate fabric that covered it. He ventured lower, laying a trail of slow, wet kisses over her skin as he made his way down her body.

Nice, practical. She was wearing some kind of clearly for special occasions underwear, skimpy and pretty with these little ties on the sides that just barely held the scrap of fabric on her body. She tensed when he tugged on one of the sides.

"Okay?" he checked with her.