Page 63 of Four Weddings to Fall in Love
We head to the bedroom, losing the rest of our clothes along the way.We topple onto the bed, our lips separating for a moment, and then she’s on top of me.My hands roam all over her body, exploring every gentle curve, before stopping at her nipples.I pluck them to tight peaks.
I can feel her moisture on my thighs, and that makes me even more desperate.I plunge two fingers inside her without warning, and she shudders.
When I remove my fingers from her body and paint her moisture over her stomach, she moans in protest.
I position myself above her, knees on either side of her shoulders.
“Suck me off,” I say.“Then I’ll touch you.”
It feels strange to order her around, but her eyes darken with desire.
I’ll definitely do that again.
I grasp the base of my shaft and hold it to her lips.When she takes most of me into her pretty mouth, I let out a string of obscenities that I’d never emit in any other situation.
“Good girl,” I say when I have control of myself once more.
She’s told me a little of what she enjoys, and the rest, I’ve been able to figure out.She likes praise, and she likes when I’m a little stern, but she also likes when I come undone.
Fuck, she really is amazing at this.I have to hold myself back from coming down her throat.I do wonder how many men she’s sucked off, but I don’t feel jealous; I’m the one whose bed she’s in now, and I appreciate the fact that she’s enjoyed herself in the past.Spread her legs, opened her throat.
She presses her thighs together and squirms while she sucks.I love it.
I hold her hair and push myself a little deeper, forcing her to take more of me.I hardly know who I am in this moment, but God, it feels incredible.She feels incredible.I’m so close…
I pull out with a muttered curse.Next time, maybe I’ll ask if she’ll swallow, but for today, I shift back down her body.All that smooth skin for me to sully.I hold her gaze, and she nods.A few strokes of my hand are all it takes before I squirt across her belly and breasts.
When I see her painted with the evidence of my orgasm, I feel a moment of doubt.But then she smiles, slow and sensual.
Fuck.
I grab a washcloth and wipe it all off, with a gentleness I didn’t show earlier.Then I go to the bathroom and clean myself up before returning to the bedroom.
“You want me to touch you now?”I ask.
She nods, and I slip two fingers inside her again.
She’s soaked.
I set my mouth to her clit; she moans into her hands, writhing as though she’s lost control of the situation, and that’s the way I like it.For now.I’m in charge of her pleasure.She’s practically thrashing as I finger-fuck her.I haven’t forgotten what she likes, not after she showed me last weekend.
“Yes,” she says.“Maaax.”She shudders against my face, pussy clenching around my fingers, and comes for me.
Afterward, she snuggles up to me, and I breathe in the coconut scent of her hair.This affection…it feels wrong after the filthy sex we just had, and my doubts return.
“Everything okay?”she asks, lifting her head.
I hesitate as I choose my words.“I’ve never come on someone like that before.It feels too crude, like I shouldn’t enjoy it.”
“But you did.”
“I did.”
It felt as if I’d marked her as mine, however briefly.That was part of why I’d liked it, to be honest—and also because I knew it turned her on.
“You know it doesn’t mean anything bad about you,” she says.“It doesn’t mean you don’t respect women.In fact, you treat me very well, and you listen.”
“I listen.That’s an extremely low bar.”
