I'm baaaccccckkkkk, well, sort of haha... but I do want to finish this story. I missed writing and being creative, so I am going to tap back into that side of me. Please enjoy this update! I'll probably write the reception, honeymoon, and an epilogue. After that, I will work on finishing Mercy's Choice.

Sam and Mercedes left the wedding on a high. They felt so much love in that room as they walked towards the hotel elevator for some alone time. With heads filled with the blue and white flowers from the crape myrtle tree, the couple sailed into the hotel foyer with photographers on their heels capturing every pause for an embrace, every happy spin, and every sappy kiss. Mercedes had to do a quick dress change and Sam planned to get a little more comfortable, so their wedding planner set some time for them to be just Sammy and Mercy in the hotel's penthouse turned honeymoon suite (with private elevator access and key), just for the couple.

When they entered the elevator, the gave the photographers one last wave and kissed as the doors closed, hoping the romantic moment would be captured on film. Sam was the first to pull back. He placed his hand on the cheek of his bride, forcing her to open her eyes. He said, "Mercy, this is the happiest day of my life. I can't imagine a more perfect moment."

Mercy, being Mercy, smiled and said, "It is perfect, but you want to know what would make it perfectly us?" Sam looked on quizzically and she kissed his lips again as the elevator dinged for the inside of their room. She pulled back from the kiss and excitedly walked out the elevator saying, "Whoever undresses the fastest gets to cum first," and she took off towards the room their clothes were in. Sam, shocked, took off running as well, still processing her words. Both ignored the beautifully decorated room, too focused on being the victor.

Mercedes made it to the room first, but being that she was the bride, she had to take every effort to loosen the ties of her dress before she can pull is off. Sam, on the other hand, was fairing well until he got to the sleeve of his shirts. Forgetting that he was wearing cufflinks, he pulled the over his had trapping himself. By then, Mercedes was halfway done with pulling down her dress. Sam repositioned himself, got both cufflinks off, then pulled the shirt off again. He quickly moved on to his pants, while Mercedes, began removing her slips and garters. Distracted, Sam stopped with his pants at his feet and watched as Mercedes pulled down her garter belt and corset, still wearing her heels. He was hard as a rock watching his beautiful wife, touch the soft chocolate of her thighs and she removed her panties. At that point, he wanted her to win, just so he can keep watching her.

Not hearing the movement on clothes, Mercedes turned, and her eyes instantly fell upon the v of her husband's torso. Her eyes followed that v to the large, thick bulge protruding from his briefs and she smiled. Forgetting that she was still in her bra and heels, Mercedes walked over to Sam, wrapped her armed around his waist, fell to her knees kissing the v of his torso, while pulling down his briefs, and said, "You win." Sam hissed and his dick jump from his briefs and the breath of his wife tickled the hairs leading to his erection. She began to feel up his legs with both hands, then licked his head, causing him to let out a slow guttural moan.

He hissed when one hand reached his based and lifted his ad her tantalizing tongue licked him from hilt to the underside of his tip. He said, "Shit Mercy, I wanted you to win, but don't stop baby, don't tease me." With those words, Mercedes swallowed him whole, and Sam bucked at the knees. The only thing keeping him steady, was his thigh finding the edge of the bed and his hand going into his wife's hair. Mercedes sucked, licked, and slurped her husband until he can hard and fast, shoots ribbons of cum down her throat. She swallowed and licked him slowly as he finally collapsed on the bed. With a satisfied smirk, Mercedes stood and headed to the bathroom, removing her bra along the way.

Not wanting to be outdone, Sam quickly recovered, and followed her into the bathroom. In there he caught her at the sink, spun her around, pick her up, placed her on the counter. He moved in between her legs and instantly took one breast in his mouth and squeezed the other while she moaned his name.

"Ahh Sam, what are you doing," she said.

He let go of the breast he was laving with a loud suck and said, "It's my turn," and dived back in, giving attention to the over, laving and licking her, making her wet and hot with need. This time she was the one begging to not be teased. He began to kiss her lower and lower until he reached her the mound of his happy place, meeting it with a smile and a sniff. He opened her leg wide, kissed her thigh, and basked in her arousal.

"Baby, you smell so good, I'm about ot eat this pussy so good, you're going to say fuck that reception."

With those words, he dived in, licking, kissing, and sucking her from slit to clit and once he had his fill on the taste of her, he stayed on her clit, getting a rise out if her bud, circling it with his tongue, flick and sticking, teasing, and sucking until she was a melted pool of her former self. Her scream, her plea for his to stop and to keep going was load, heady, and boisterous. Her hands dug into his hair, while her legs spread wide, and heels flew off from the shaking. With a few more flick and licks of his tongue, she came hard, screaming her release with drool running down her chin. He did what needed to be done and he was right. She wanted to say fuck that reception. She now wanted him to penetrate her because he didn't even touch her as he licked her clean.

Sam rose with a smile and Mercedes grabbed his arms, pulling her to him. "I want you," she said, but as he was about to grant her wants, both of their phones began to ring, breaking the cloud of lust that formed. Both were looking at each other as if they would ignore it, but then they heard the ding of the elevator with the ringing. They both jumped to attention and Sam helped Mercedes of the bathroom counter. They grabbed the robes in the bathroom and ran to the door.

They were greeted with he panicked face of their wedding planner and the upset faces of their mothers.

"Mercedes Patrice Jones…

Samuel James Evans…

Get dressed and get downstairs now," they said at the same time. Evaughn adding, "Got us all waiting 45 minutes for you all to do a "quick" change. You two better put some ice on those hot behinds and get to that reception.

Mary concluded with, "Yeah, before both of your fathers come up that elevator to drag you down. They are running those poor cocktail hour waiters ragged, talking about they'll kill you both for starving them."

On those words, the ladies left the couple with the wedding planner who stayed put to make sure the even happier couple complied and got to that reception in 10 minutes or less, their father's words.