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“I’ll show you a good start to a marriage.” He used his hands to ease her back, laying her down gently in the middle of the bed. He brought his mouth to her ear as his entire body hovered over hers. She could feel the heat radiating off him. She could feel the want pulsing between her thighs. The soul-deep attraction that had taken hold of them years ago was presenting as a physical ache tonight. She needed him now. She needed him more than ever.
“Here’s the plan,” he crooned in her ear. “First, I’m going to go down on you, because I want to know exactly what my wife tastes like on our wedding night.” She gulped in response to his words.
“Then I’m going to take you from behind so I can fully appreciate this ass you were teasing me with on the dance floor.” He groaned, digging into the fleshy part of her hip with one hand. “After that, I’m going to lay you back on this bed, onourbed inourhouse, and I’m going to worship every part of you. Because as much as I want to fuck you right now, it’s still our wedding night, and tonight I will makelove to my wife.”
Leave it to Rhett to have a sex checklist for their first night as a married couple. He always had loved a good plan.
She didn’t even have time to respond before he had made his way down the bed and settled in between her legs. “Lift,” he instructed as he grasped both hips, encouraging her to lift up so he could pull her lingerie down. He peeled her out of the lacy one piece, folding it once before gently tossing it off to the side. Then he turned back to her, his gaze locked on her center as he lowered his head between her thighs.
“Rhett,” she moaned in encouragement, running her nails against his scalp and mussing up his perfectly styled hair. He didn’t tease her or delay giving her everything he had just promised. The lingering touches and his words alone had worked her up enough. He licked her from the opening of her pussy to the tip of her clit, adding pressure the closer he came to her tightly wound bundle of nerves. He repeated the motion, over and over again, lingering to lap at her most sensitive spot each time he landed on his target.
“I love your mouth,” she cooed, finally giving in to the urge to raise her hips and thrust against his face. She didn’t want to rush it—but she was desperate for more.
“Mhmm,” he murmured between her legs, his growl sending a vibration through her core. “And how do you feel about my hands?” He teased her opening with just the tip of one finger, chuckling to himself when she shifted down the bed to force him deeper. He slid in effortlessly, her arousal coating his hand as he continued to eat her out like he was starving.
The combination of his mouth pressed against her and his hand working inside her had her whole body flushed with desire. She ran her fingers through his hair again before moving her hands up to squeeze her nipples. There was no better feeling than letting herself get lost in him. He kept her present. He held her steady. He prioritized her pleasure and had always found his own indulgences in getting her off.
She was lost to his rhythm, her mind solely focused on the pattern he had established now. Just when she felt her orgasm begin to build, he changed it up. He kept his hand in place, curling two fingers and instantly drawing out a moan with his ministrations. He worked his mouth up her body, kissing harshly against her hips, biting hungrily at the dip of her waist. When he took one entire nipple into his mouth, her hips jolted involuntarily.
He didn’t move on like she expected, though. No. He took his time, savoring her, lapping at her nipple with the same rapt attention he had just showed her clit. He sucked the first pink bud to a taut peak, then ran his teeth against the sensitive tip. She pushed into his mouth, desperate for more of him. He bit down quickly before running his tongue over her breast to soothe the sting. He moved to the other side, repeating the sucking and the nipping and marking while driving her higher and higher. He matched each movement of his mouth with a stroke of the fingers inside her, bringing her body to the brink.
She lifted her hips up to grind against him, desperately seeking the friction she craved. “Rhett, please. I need you. Fuck me,” she begged. She grasped at the back of his neck and dragged his face to hers, catching his lips in a demanding kiss.
“No,” he spoke against her mouth before abandoning the kiss and working back down her body.
“No?”
“Not no—just not yet. I told you the plan. I want to make you come with my mouth first…”
“Everhett.” She dragged out his full name in an exasperated plea.
“Victoria,” he countered, holding her firmly by the hips, his chin resting just below her belly button. She glanced down to meet his eyes and got lost in the grey-blue irises she had been staring into for the better part of the last ten years. He smirked now that he had her attention, maintaining eye contact as he traced feather-light kisses down her stomach to her core. He flattened his tongue against her clit, applying pressure, giving her the friction she craved, and hitting the exact spot she needed to reach that perfect peak of pleasure.
He lifted his mouth away from her just an inch, just for a moment, just long enough to make his case. “Let me do this for you, beautiful. Let me take care of my wife. Then I promise I’ll fuck you, and we can come together.”
Tori closed her eyes again and surrendered to his desires. He was all business now—stroking her with his tongue, sucking her clit into his mouth, and nipping her with his teeth until she was a panting, writhing mess. Even after she fell apart he continued to savor her. He lapped at her folds and kissed her all over as she rode out the aftershocks of pleasure.
After her first orgasm, Rhett kept every promise he made that night: he took her from behind and sent her spiraling again as he pounded into her. Then he spent hours making love to her, making promises to her body, tethering their souls together in a flurry of passion and pleasure. They each came multiple times, only stopping once they were both completely sated. They started to drift asleep, tangled in each other’s arms, Rhett still inside her. “I love you, beautiful,” was the last thing she heard before they both gave in and closed their eyes on the happiest day of their lives.
Chapter nineteen
Rhett
“Thisiscrazy!”Torihadn’t stopped smiling since they boarded the plane. NorfolkStar’s private jet was on the smaller side, but it was the pinnacle of luxury: all modern technology and sleek edges, decorated in white and chrome. His granddad had let them borrow the private plane to fly to their honeymoon then back home again. He had kept the secret from Tori up until they arrived at the airport, feeling badass and a little smug when they bypassed the commercial terminal and drove straight to a tarmac where the jet was fueled and waiting.
“Buckle up, beautiful,” he instructed, nodding toward the lap belt in her seat. They were positioned across from each other in plush executive chairs.
“So, husband”—he grinned at her casual use of what was quickly becoming his favorite word in the world—“now that we’re sitting on a plane, are you finally going to tell me where we’re going?” She shifted in her plush leather seat, stretching her legs across the space between them and resting them in his lap. She had already kicked off her sandals, so he instinctively wrapped his hands around her bare feet, kneading into her arches.
She looked impossibly beautiful sitting before him. She was wearing a flowy white sun dress with just a little braid across the front of her hair. She seemed perfectly relaxed, too, even though she’d only flown twice in her life. She was always so brave and unshakeable. He loved her fearlessness and willingness to try something new.
“Sure,” he replied casually, like he hadn’t been keeping this whole trip a secret for weeks. They only had six days together because he had to get back to Virginia for his first official week of work. He had researched and planned every second of this honeymoon, determined to give her the trip of a lifetime.
“We’re going to Charleston, South Carolina. I booked us a private villa at a boutique hotel across the harbor from the city. We’ll be ten minutes from downtown, twenty minutes from the beach. We’re staying until Friday, and I have plans for each and every day.”
The biggest smile graced her face, her joy radiating off her and warming every part of him. “What kind of plans?” she asked suggestively as she curled her toes in his hands.
“Oh, I’ve got plenty of those kinds of plans for you, beautiful, but I made other plans for us, too. Private garden tours. A gallery visit. Dinner at the chef’s counter at one of the best restaurants in the city. A couple’s massage. A day at the beach. Shopping at the market. A ghost walk.”
