Page 44 of While You're There
Feeling emboldened by his response, Tori lifted one leg and moved it to the outside of his thigh. She straddled herself on his pants-covered leg, pulling on his hair again in encouragement as he continued to lick and nip her breasts. She lowered the strap of the second side for him and let herself spill out of the top of the bodysuit.
“Well, not this exact one,” she finally responded as she started to grind up and down against his him. She would have gladly been riding something else already, but she wanted to draw out this night as long as possible. “But there’s more where this came from. And therearelots of different colors.”
Rhett’s head snapped up as realization dawned on him. “Your shopping trip with Lia?” he inquired as he connected the dots.
“Mhmm,” she confirmed as she grinded her hips back and forth again. The pressure on her clit was everything. Now if he would only resume what he was doing to her chest moments ago… “I figured if you could plan our entire honeymoon, I could at least have something new to wear each night. Plus, I needed options for the photoshoot I did earlier today.”
His eyes grew wider as each confession spilled out of her. “What photoshoot?”
“The boudoir shoot I did right here on this bed,” she confirmed. “The photographer will email me proofs in the next day or two.” She couldn’t help but smile when she thought about showing Rhett the pictures. There was nothing she could buy him that he couldn’t buy himself. But this? This was the perfect wedding gift for the man who had it all.
“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, running his hand harshly through his hair, a fire blazing bright in his grey-blue eyes. “Up,” he instructed, rising to his feet and displacing her from his lap.
“Rhett!” she protested, her body already missing the feeling of him below her. Was he upset about the photoshoot? He had explained a few weeks ago that all the vendors had been asked to sign NDAs because of his position at NorfolkStar. She double-checked the photographer’s storage and backup processes, too. Everything had checked out.
He locked her in a searing gaze, his expression hard as he removed his belt. When she pouted, pushing out her lower lip, his eyes narrowed. “Do you really think I’m going to let your first orgasm as my wife come from you dry humping my leg?”
Oh. That was it. He wasn’t mad about the pictures. Pride wouldn’t allow her golden boy to give her anything but the best on their wedding night. She felt her cheeks heat as he simply smirked.
“Get on the bed, beautiful. Show me exactly how you posed for your little photoshoot today.”
Tori bit down on her bottom lip again but didn’t bother sassing back. She followed his instructions exactly, moving her body to the center of the white sheets, propping herself up on her knees, then spreading her legs as wide as they could go before lowering back down. She placed both her hands on her inner thighs, right along her bikini line, before finally lifting her head to meet his eyes.
Rhett had removed all his clothes by the time she looked up. He stood before her, gripping his own length, assessing her up and down as he stared at her exposed breasts and the way her fingertips teased at the fabric covering her core.
“Thatis how you posed?”
“Oh, Ev. Don’t be such a stiff. This is just one of the ways I posed. And this is pretty PG compared to some of the other shots I took for you.” She winked at him for good measure.
“You did this all for me?”
“Yes.”
“These pictures areonlyfor me?”
“Yes.”
His gaze drifted down to where her hands were still resting on her inner thighs. “Did you touch yourself in any of the pictures?”
Heat crept up her neck as she thought about a few of the racier poses. Everything was tasteful, even the close up shots, like the ones where she pinched her nipples through the lingerie or let her own fingers find the sweet shot between her thighs. She wasn’t sure she’d have the courage to take things that far when the shoot first started, but she felt so comfortable with the photographer. The two glasses of champagne she drank while she was getting her hair done may have also helped.
She did the photoshoot for him, but she did it for herself as well. She wanted to have something to give Rhett since they’d be apart so much over the next few years. She also wanted to have something to keep for herself, knowing that her body was going to change drastically over the next year because of the preventative surgeries.
“V?” he questioned when she didn’t answer right away.
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, I touched myself in some of the pictures I took today.”
Rhett stroked himself faster in response to her words. He was still positioned at the foot of the bed, watching her. His voice was a full octave lower than normal. “And what were you thinking about when you touched yourself?”
She met his eyes with a heat she hoped matched his sultry gaze. She peered down at his long, hard dick and licked her lips. “My husband.”
“Fuck me,” he muttered for the second time that night as he finally gave in and joined her on the bed. “You never cease to amaze me, beautiful.”
“Pretty good start to a marriage, huh?”
