The thought of being so open and exposed to you while we sleep sends a shiver down my spine. "Okay," I whisper, my voice barely more than a breath. "We can try that." My fingers continue to stroke him, feeling his heat spreading through me with every touch. "I trust you."

The words are out before I can really think about them, but there's no taking them back now.

The words hit me like a punch to the gut, and for a moment I can't breathe. "I... love you too," I manage to choke out, my voice barely audible even to myself. The admission feels both incredibly freeing and terrifying at the same time, but there's no taking it back now either.

My fingers move faster still as I lose myself in the sensations of touch and trust between us. "Please..."

The sound of cloth ripping fills the air as you tear off the top of her dress, revealing her breasts to everyone. Her nipples stand out hard and pebbled in the cool air, aching for your attention. She arches her back, offering them up to you as she continues to ride your cock.

Her cries of pleasure echo through the room, making it impossible for anyone to ignore what's happening between you. Her body quakes with orgasm after orgasm, each wave of release stronger than the last.

The wedding reception comes to a crashing halt as everyone watches in amazement and arousal. Your father glares at you from across the room, his face red with anger, but it only serves to fuel your passion for Ivy. You continue to fuck her hard on top of the table, relishing in the power you hold over her body and the fact that everyone else is witnessing it.

Her moans fill the air, drowning out the music and the chatter around them.