Page 162 of The One
My pussy throbs with a carnal longing for his cock as I utter the words that, to my own astonishment, spill from my lips before I can even think them through.
“Okay,” he finally says after studying me for what seems like decades.
“Okay?” I echo.
Bubbles of excitement spread like wildfire in my chest. My pulse thunders in my ears, each beat quicker than the last, until I’m sure my heart might burst.
“Yes,” he declares, a flicker of determination sparking in his eyes. “We will make love.”
Before I can react, his fingers weave into my hair, drawing me closer. His lips find mine in a kiss so deep and consuming, it steals the breath from my lungs.
This is really happening.
When we break apart, breathless and flushed, his forehead rests against mine.
His voice is low, his words sending a shiver down my spine. “Tomorrow we will make love. After we are married.”
Then he claims my lips again, chasing away any chance of disappointment. A soft moan escapes me as his words sink in, wrapping around my heart like a warm embrace.
We’re getting married tomorrow.
“I cannot fucking wait to have your pussy wrapped around my cock,” he groans against my mouth, rubbing his steely length against me.
Teo’s breathing is ragged, his chest rising and falling in uneven bursts, every muscle in his body pulled taut like a bowstring. I can feel the tension radiating off him, a personal battle between restraint and desire.
I know he wants this as much as I do, but he’s a man of his word, and I can’t help but respect that, even if it drives me insane.
Still, I can see it in his eyes, feel it in the way his body trembles. He’s on the edge, barely holding himself together. I can’t let him suffer like that.
A heady moan slips from him when I engulf his length with my hand. It’s velvety hot and oh so hard, jerking at my touch.
Slipping from his grasp, I slide down his body and without hesitation take him in my mouth.
The groan that escapes him is a raw blend of torture and deliverance, a sound that reverberates through me, igniting every nerve anew.
“Fuck, Mari,” he breathes, my name tumbling from his lips like a desperate curse, laden with everything he’s holding back.
When I twirl my tongue around his crown, his restraint snaps. He gently holds my head in place as he bucks into my open, willing mouth. Highly strung as he is, it only takes a few pumps before he erupts, spilling his salty essence down my throat.
I swallow all he gives me, savoring every drop. Then I lick him clean, smacking my lips together when I’m done, and give him a playful wink.
“Better?” I tease, peeking up at him as I rest my cheek against his chiseled stomach.
“Much. Thank you,” he replies, his voice warm. He hooks his hands under my arms, pulling me up until my head rests on his chest, tucked beneath his chin.
I sigh contentedly. With the promise of tomorrow lingering in the air, the frantic urgency in my body cools, though not completely, and rational thought seeps back in.
But unwelcome doubt creeps in too.
“Are you sure you want to do this tomorrow? You wanted to wait until your brother gets back from Brazil.”
Teo tilts his head, his lips forming a smirk. “He’ll understand. There’s no stopping this now,” he says, his tone light but filled with conviction as he pulls me even closer against his body.
His words send a giddy thrill through me, and an idea pops into my mind.
“You know,” I begin, grinning mischievously, “you’ve been going on about wanting to marry me, but you’ve never actuallyaskedme. Maybe, unless you propose to me the old-fashioned way, giving me the illusion of choice, my answer is no.”
I’m totally bluffing.
