Page 62 of Tempt My Heart

He cocked one dark eyebrow at her. “So it is.”

“Come here, Christopher.”

He obeyed, walking forwards until his body towered over hers and her throat bobbed, her nipples hardening beneath her dress.

“Get on your knees,” she said silkily and his eyes darkened with heat as he wet his lips with his tongue.

Watching him settle before her had her breaths coming faster with anticipation and when he looked up at her, waiting for his next instructions she knew she might go mad with the power. Thewant.

“Touch yourself,” she said and his hand shook a little as he freed the bulge in his pants and pumped his cock from base to tip in one fluid motion. “Does that feel good?”

“Yes,” he groaned, repeating the action, and Ali smirked.

“Stop.”

A frustrated breath left him but the motions of his hand stilled.

Ali lifted up the hem of her skirt and a gasp that sounded like a moan left him when he saw that she was bare for him. “I want you to taste me. But this time, the dress stays on.”

He chuckled and made to stand and walk closer to the opening in her skirts but she shook her head.

“I didn’t tell you to get up off your knees, Christopher.” His cock twitched at the command in her voice and she knew she was wetter now than ever before because of how much he was getting off on this too. “Crawl to me.”

His knees hit the floor once more and this time when he moved to get between her thighs he did so from the ground, looking up at her for approval.

“Good boy,” she murmured and he bit down on his bottom lip before ducking beneath her dress fully.

His breath was warm on her thighs and as it ghosted over her clit she couldn’t hold back a gasp. Hands pressed to the inside of her legs, widening them, and then his mouth was on her, licking and sucking, wringing cries of pleasure from her as she ground against his face.

“Christopher,” she cried and he slid two fingers inside her, crooking them just right until she fell apart for him.

When he emerged from her dress, his cheeks were pink and his mouth was slightly puffy, but it was the glazed look in his eyes that made her ache still. Like he’d experienced something so mind-blowing he’d been thoroughly wrecked by the experience.

Ali backed up so she was against the wall and parted her legs, shivering at the slickness he’d left between her thighs. “Fuck me.” It was the only other command she gave and he was unrelenting, desperate in his need for her as her legs came up around his waist and his mouth devoured hers.

They were greedy, trying to touch more, feel more, claimmore—until his length filled her and drove in so fast they both gasped, dizzy with the sensation.

“More,” she mumbled against the skin of his throat as she tasted him.

Christopher fucked her hard, pressing into her with tight, controlled thrusts that had small whines escaping her throat as she begged for him.

The picture on the wall fell to the floor as the hook finally gave up supporting it and their hips crashed together twice more before pleasure swept them up.

Ali brought her legs back to the ground and they panted together for a second before a chuckle escaped Christopher.

“What’s so funny?”

“I think I just figured out why people give themselves hours to get ready.” The humor in his eyes made her skin heat as he pressed a kiss to her mouth and she laughed too.

“Want to share the shower this time?”

* * *

The ceremony was takingplace outside, which would have been a bold move for early October if they hadn’t been in Cali. As it was, the day had been pleasantly warm and she’d even spotted a few people sunbathing by the pool earlier.

Rows of white chairs had been laid out with gardenias and roses intertwined on the edges to make a floral aisle. A wooden arch, strung with more flowers and some twinkly lights, stood at the end of the aisle but still far from the cliff’s edge. It was stunning. Most guests had already found their seats, and Ali smiled at Christopher who was standing behind Blake as his best man. They looked ridiculously handsome and even Denver managed to look presentable, though she knew he must have been seriously hungover.

Violins began to play as the wedding procession started and they all stood to watch the three bridesmaids walk down the center of the guests: Maia, Katie, and another woman Ali didn’t know but who had David’s blue eyes. They wore simple ombre dresses in shades of peach-orange and it somehow managed to flatter all three women as they moved to the side to wait for the bride.

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