I stood at the back of the church, watching as the guests began to arrive, their excited chatter filling the air. It was a beautiful summer day, and the sun shone through the stained glass windows, casting a warm glow on the altar. The church was adorned with white flowers and elegant decorations, creating a romantic ambiance. I felt a buzz of anticipation in the air, a mix of joy and nerves as everyone awaited the start of the ceremony.

I had been looking forward to this day for months, but not for the reason one might think. It wasn’t the wedding itself that excited me, but rather the prospect of what could happen before the vows were exchanged. I had a secret plan, one that involved a certain handsome groom and a hidden desire I had kept buried for years.

You see, weddings have always had a peculiar effect on me. The sight of a bride and groom declaring their eternal love somehow awakened a primal urge within me, a craving for passion and lust. And this particular wedding was no exception. As I scanned the room, my eyes locked onto the man who was about to be forever off-limits—the groom, Daniel.

Daniel and I had a history, a connection that went back to our college days. We had been friends, study buddies, and occasional drinking partners. There was always an unspoken attraction between us, a spark that neither of us dared to act upon. He was the charming, intelligent guy that every girl wanted, and I was just another pretty face in the crowd.

Over the years, we drifted apart, each of us pursuing our own careers and relationships. But fate had brought us back together, and now he was about to marry someone else. I had received the wedding invitation months ago, and the moment I saw his name, my heart skipped a beat. I knew I had to be there, not just as a guest, but to satisfy a burning desire that had lingered for far too long.

As I watched Daniel greet his guests, his smile warm and inviting, I felt a familiar ache between my thighs. I hadn’t seen him in years, and yet the mere sight of him stirred something deep within me. I knew I had to make my move, and the thought of it sent a shiver down my spine.

The church began to fill up, and I noticed the bride, Emily, a vision in her white gown, surrounded by her bridesmaids. She was stunning, with her delicate features and radiant smile. I felt a twinge of guilt, knowing what I was about to do, but my desire for Daniel was too strong to ignore.

I waited patiently as the ceremony drew closer, my heart racing with anticipation. The music started, signaling the beginning of the procession. I watched as the bridesmaids gracefully made their way down the aisle, followed by the beautiful bride, who was glowing with happiness.

As Emily took her place at the altar, I knew it was now or never. I excused myself from my seat, feigning a sudden need to freshen up. I made my way to the back of the church, my heart pounding in my chest. I had to find Daniel, and I had to find him alone.

I searched the corridors, my eyes scanning for any sign of him. Finally, I spotted him in the minister’s office, a small room adjacent to the main hall. He was adjusting his tie, his back to the door, unaware of my presence. I took a deep breath, my heart racing as I quietly closed the door behind me.

“Daniel,” I whispered, my voice hoarse with desire. He spun around, his eyes widening in surprise. “Renata? What are you doing here?”

I took a step towards him, my high heels clicking against the wooden floor. “I couldn’t miss your wedding, Daniel. But I need to talk to you… in private.” I could see the curiosity and confusion in his eyes, but I didn’t give him a chance to respond.

In one swift motion, I pressed myself against him, my lips finding his in a passionate kiss. He hesitated for a moment, taken aback by my boldness, but soon he surrendered to my advances. His lips parted, and our tongues danced in a feverish embrace. I could taste the hint of whiskey on his breath, a reminder of our wild college days.

My hands roamed over his broad shoulders, feeling the tension in his muscles. I could sense his surprise turning into raw desire as I unbuttoned his dress shirt, revealing his sculpted chest. He groaned into my mouth as I ran my fingers through the light stubble on his jaw.

“Renata, what are we doing?” he managed to whisper between kisses.

“We’re doing what we should have done years ago,” I replied, my voice husky with need. “I’ve always wanted you, Daniel. And today, I’m taking what I want.”

Without waiting for his response, I dropped to my knees, my hands working on the belt of his trousers. I could feel his eyes on me, a mixture of shock and arousal. I unbuckled his belt and slowly lowered the zipper, my fingers brushing against the bulge in his boxers.

“Oh, fuck,” he breathed, his hands gripping my shoulders as I freed his thick, hard cock from its confines. I took him into my mouth, savoring the taste of him, the salty sweetness driving me wild. I sucked and stroked, my tongue swirling around the head as I took him deeper with each stroke.

Daniel’s hands tightened on my hair, guiding me as I pleasured him. “Renata, you’re driving me crazy,” he groaned. “We can’t do this, not here.”

But I ignored his protests, my lust taking over. I wanted to give him pleasure, to make him forget about everything but the sensations I was creating. I deep-throated him, my eyes watering as I took him all the way in, my nose nuzzling his pubic hair.

“Fuck, you’re incredible,” he panted, his hips thrusting gently, encouraging me to take more of him. I moaned around his length, the vibrations sending shivers through his body. I could feel his control slipping as his hands gripped my head, holding me in place as he began to fuck my mouth.

I loved the power I had over him, the way he surrendered to my touch. I wanted to make him lose himself completely, to forget about the wedding and the vows he was about to make. I sucked harder, my lips tight around his shaft, my hand stroking the base as I took him to the edge.

“Oh God, I’m gonna cum,” he gasped, his voice hoarse with desire. I looked up at him, my eyes locking with his, and I smiled, my hand quickening its pace. I wanted to watch him lose control, to see the raw, primal side of this man I had always desired.

With a guttural groan, Daniel exploded in my mouth, his warm cum hitting the back of my throat. I swallowed eagerly, savoring every drop, my eyes never leaving his. He slumped against the desk, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

“Fuck, Renata, that was… incredible,” he panted, his eyes still glazed with pleasure. “But we can’t… we shouldn’t have done that.”

I stood up, my body buzzing with satisfaction. “We had to, Daniel. I’ve wanted you for so long, and this was my last chance.” I ran my fingers through my hair, my heart racing as I looked into his eyes. “I needed to feel you, to taste you, before you belong to someone else.”

He stepped towards me, his hands cupping my face. “Renata, I…” His words trailed off as he leaned in and kissed me gently. “I can’t deny the chemistry between us. But I’m getting married today. I made my choice.”

I nodded, my heart aching but understanding his decision. “I know, Daniel. And I’m glad you’re happy. This was just… something I needed to do.”

As I turned to leave, I heard him call my name. “Renata, wait.” I paused, my hand on the doorknob, my heart pounding with anticipation.

“Just remember,” he said, his voice low and intense, “what happened here today… it was fucking incredible. And I won’t forget it.”

I smiled, my eyes sparkling with mischief. “Neither will I, Daniel. Neither will I.”

I left the office, my heart racing and my body tingling with the memory of our passionate encounter. As I took my seat in the church, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. I had taken a risk, indulged in a forbidden pleasure, and it had been worth every thrilling moment.

The ceremony began, and I watched as Daniel and Emily exchanged their vows, their love evident in every word. I smiled, knowing that I had a secret memory of Daniel that no one else shared. As the minister pronounced them husband and wife, I felt a sense of closure, a mix of satisfaction and bittersweet longing.

Weddings, I thought with a smile, always had a way of bringing out the best and worst in people. And for me, they would forever be a reminder of the passionate, impulsive moment I shared with Daniel, the groom who had been mine, if only for a brief, exhilarating moment.