Page 137 of The One
“You are it for me. We will make love.”
I rejoice at the same time as a pang of trepidation runs through my body, my heart skipping a beat.
“On our wedding night.”
Oh.
That feeling of trepidation is replaced with disappointment.
I don’t want to wait.
Teo chuckles, reading me like a book.
“That doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy each other. There are many ways I can make your body sing.”
He kisses me again, and it empties my mind. His lips move from my mouth to my neck, sucking at the tender skin.
“Fuck. You are exquisite.” He moans as he lets go of my hands, ordering, “Keep them right there.”
I nod, mewling as he works his tongue over my nipple through the lace of the bra. He lifts his face from between my breasts, smiling up at me.
“I want to see every possible color and style of lingerie against your soft skin. And then I want the pleasure of slowly removing each and every scrap of fabric and admiring it on the floor.”
His words make my back arch from the bed as his warm mouth and tongue lick and trail kisses over my abdomen.
He loops his fingers through the waistband of my panties. On autopilot, as if this were the hundredth time we’ve done this and not the first, I lift my hips to allow him to strip me bare.
He stares at my center, and I squirm uncomfortably under his scrutiny. He’s touched me there before, brought me to climax, but this is the first time I’m naked with a man.
Father had insisted I get waxed there a few days before my wedding to Renaldo. Maybe bare and smooth is what Teo prefers too?
What if the hairs are already growing back? I haven’t checked. I didn’t think this would happen.
What if he doesn’t like it? He’s seen so many… umm, pussies.
What if mine is ugly?
Self-conscious, I try to close my legs and cover myself.
“Uh, uh, uh,” Teo admonishes. “Where did I tell you to leave those hands? Never try to hide what’s mine.”
He intertwines our fingers again and moves them back above my head, before sitting on his haunches and letting his gaze wander slowly down my body.
Oh God!
His eyes leave a trail of fire behind. I’m hot and bothered.
And I’m getting wetter the longer he looks at me. Is that normal?
His gaze on me is becoming too intense, and I turn my head.
“No,dolcezza.” His fingertips caress my cheek, gently cajoling until my head once more turns toward him and our eyes connect.
“Every inch of you is stunning. Not a single flaw. I couldn’t have dreamed you up better. I will worship this perfect body of yours until the end of time. Spread your legs wider. Let me see your perfect pussy.”
It’s unnerving how he stares at my center. It’s throbbing with need under his intensity.
“Such a pretty pussy,” he groans, eyes focused between my legs.
