Thatcher had already set his wine glass atop the dresser, but in his haste to get his hands on Tanya, had forgotten that she was still clutching her's. The feeling of her fingers in his short but disheveled hair was so heavenly that he didn't want it to be the least bit obstructed. Without breaking their tongue laden kiss, the hand holding her face plucked the wine stem from her fingers, a few burgundy drops sloshing free and splattering on the hardwood floor below. He set it on the trunk at the foot of the bed, the front of which her knees were nearly pushing against.<br/><br/>The sensation of her moaning into his kiss, sent reverberations rocketing down his spine and straight to his cock which was already stiffening inside of his jeans. She could likely feel the bulge pushing against her from behind. Thatcher always liked kissing but couldn't remember the last time he kissed<i>like this</i>. It was though they were two horny teenagers trying to swallow each other's faces after being separated for a single class period.<br/><br/>On the night before the wedding, he had met up with Pete and some of his groomsmen at a Manhattan sports bar. After several rounds of beers and shots, Pete started waxing poetic about some of Tanya's sexual proclivities; including her appreciation for cute underwear and lingerie. He couldn't have had any clue how this pushed Thatcher's buttons, who always had an acute weakness for stylish undergarments. The next day, he wondered what lingerie she might be sporting under her wedding gown. Today, when she first stepped out of the car, he wondered the same exact thing. Now, he intended to find out.<br/><br/>Lungs desperate for air, their lips<i>smacked </i>apart. He couldn't help but chuckle at the inherent comedy that landed them here. He wrapped one strong arm around her waist, keeping her back pressed firmly to her chest. "I'm glad you're here," he crooned, as the fingers of his other hand found the button of her jeans. In almost matter-of-fact fashioned, he unfastened it and pulled her zipper down before starting to yank her jeans down around her thighs. The snowfall beyond the window was quickly approaching blizzard conditions.