Page 73 of Sister of the Bride

“No more questions?” I ask.

He shakes his head, speechless.

“Good,” I reply. And then I reach for the waistband of his running shorts and pull him back down to me. “I think we’ve waited long enough.”

He’s out of his clothes and laid out over me in seconds, and even though he just got back from a run, he smells salty and delicious. I lick a trail along his collarbone and pull him closer to me, his cock pressing into my belly. His hand skates down my chest, pausing to roll my pebbled nipple between his thumb and forefinger before dancing lightly along the curve of my waist and over my hip before finally dipping between my warm folds. As he brushes my clit, I let out a deep moan, my back bowing off the bed.

“You’re so wet for me, Pippin,” Toby says as he slides two of his fingers deep inside me, curling to find a spot that makes me see stars. “I will never get over how wet your pussy gets. Forme.”

I can’t believe I’ve spent all these years being friends with this delicious man and I never knew he had a dirty mouth. I know immediately that the sound of those words coming out of Toby will never not turn me on. And I want more.

“Nobody has ever touched me like you,” I say.

“And nobody ever will.” His teeth sink into my ear before swiping at the sting with his tongue. I pant as his fingers continue to explore my pussy, my hunger rising like a fever. I roll my hips against him, chasing release, but he pulls his hand away. I nearly whine as he brings his hand to his mouth. “You are delicious, Pippin Marino,” he says, his voice rasping as he sucks the taste of me off his fingers. “But I want to feel you come when I’m inside you.”

Toby props himself up on one arm and reaches into his bedside table drawer, pulling out a condom and placing it on the tabletop. It’s a dance I’ve done dozens of times, but I’m suddenly overcome with the desire for something new. Something I’ve never done before, since this is a night of absolutely delightful firsts.

“We’ve never actually talked about this, but I have an IUD,” I tell him, my eyes cutting over to the condom. “And I haven’t been with anyone since my last test. Which was clear.”

Toby nods, trying to suppress a jubilant grin. “Same. Clear. And there hasn’t been anybody else,” he says.

I smile at him. “Good. Okay, well, if you’re comfortable, then I’m, well…”

“Just you and me,” Toby says, his eyes locking on mine. He takes my hands in his and strokes his thumbs across the backs of them. Then he slowly raises them until he’s got my arms pinned over my head, lowering his nose until it brushes mine, his lips whispering against my mouth. “Nothing between us?”

“I want to feel you, Toby,” I shudder as the head of his cock brushes against my swollen clit. “Just you.”

“Thank fuck,” he utters like the dirtiest prayer as he notches against me. I bend a knee to open for him, hooking my leg around his hip to pull him close.

“Now, Toby,” I say. Now that I can have him, I can’t wait another minute. I can’t believe we ever wasted a moment not doing this. Not feelingthis. I angle my hips to welcome him inside. “Please.”

He grinds out a deep groan that starts in the center of his chest and rumbles in my ear as he slowly begins to slide inside me, stretching me, filling me. My eyes start to drift closed at the sensation, but I force myself to open them, to watch his face as he disappears inside me. His cheeks are flushed, his teeth sinking into his lower lip, his throat working as he swallows another moan.

God, he’s so beautiful, my best friend.

As soon as he’s fully sheathed inside me, Toby lowers his forehead to mine and lets out a long, shuddering breath.

“Is this real?” he says against my lips, his eyes heavy-lidded. I can feel the pounding of his heart against my chest. I can feel the hitch of his breath. I can feel the tautness of every muscle in his body as he tries to hold himself back. And all I can think about is the time I was nine and I found an old skeleton key in a cookie tin in Nonna’s closet. I spent days wandering around the building, through the apartments, in and out of all the closets and around the restaurant kitchen, sliding it into various locks and attempting to turn it, until finally finallyfinallyI ventured down to the basement and discovered an old wooden door I’d never noticed before. There was a great hulking iron lock on it, and when I fished that key out of my pocket and slid it in, the delicious click as it turned made me hiccup with delight.

That’s how I feel right now. Like I’ve found where my key goes. Like everything fits, moves together,belongs.

“It’s not a dream,” I whisper, partially for Toby and partially for myself. Because nothing has ever felt this good, this right. Not in my waking life. Not ever.

Until he begins to move.

I feel the most delicious drag as Toby shifts his hips and slides out, then back in, bottoming out with a decadent groan.

“It’s too good,” he says, burying his lips in my neck, his fingers flexing into my hair and against my neck and shoulders, settling into a slow, mind-melting rhythm. “Goddammit, Pippin, you’re perfect.”

All I can do is whimper as his thrusts become more urgent, his hips canting so he catches my clit on each slide. I reach up and brush his curls back, feeling the sweat that is beginning to dampen his temples, heat pooling between us as his pace becomes punishing. I sink my fingers into his hair and tug as he pushes me closer and closer to release.

“What do you need?” he says, his hand cupping my breast, his thumb tripping back and forth over my nipple. “Tell me what you need to make you come.”

My words have all left me—the tight coil of impending release sits low in my belly. All I can do is take his hand and guide it between us to the place where we’re joined, and luckily I don’t need to explain further. Toby gathers my slickness with two fingers and begins to circle my clit, mirroring the pace of his cock as he drags it in and out of me.

“Oh god, don’t stop, please don’t stop,” I mutter, the words running together in a garbled plea for more and deeper and harder. I urge him on with my hips, beg by sinking my fingers into the corded muscles on his back, plead with him as his forehead presses against mine, our eyes locked together. “I’m so close, Toby. Please don’t stop.”

“Never,” he says, then captures my mouth with his, his tongue tangling with mine. And when he pinches my clit between two fingers, my vision tunnels and I let out a scream people can probably hear down in Fenway. My molten orgasm ripples through my body like a stone in water, the reverberations growing bigger and wider until my ears are ringing with my release.

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