Page 8 of Four Weddings to Fall in Love
I didn’t bring any in my suitcase because I certainly wasn’t expecting sex to happen, and I curse myself for not being prepared.
I knock, and when Kim opens the door, I say, more brusquely than intended, “Do you have condoms?”
She grabs my tie and pulls me inside.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got you covered,” she says, closing the door.She slips off her shoes and lets out a moan that goes straight to my cock.“Those were killing me.”
Without her heels, Kim is nearly a foot shorter than me.She stands on her toes, presses a kiss to my lips, and before I can pull her close, she turns around and sashays farther into the room, tugging her dress over her head as she goes.
Oh, fuck.
She drops the dress on the floor, and now she’s clad in a strapless bra—light brown, just a touch darker than her skin—and lacy black panties.My cock jerks against my zipper.Her ass is a work of art, and I can’t wait to get my hands and mouth on her.
Oh fuck, indeed.How did I get so lucky?
But even as I’m consumed by lust, my brain registers that my suit jacket is hanging over a chair, rather than getting wrinkled on the floor.Good.
“Like what you see?”she asks, in a tone that suggests she knows I do, very much.
“Yes.You’re treating my jacket with the respect it deserves.”I nod toward the chair.
She laughs.“So youdohave a sense of humor.”
“Of course.”I pretend to be a little peeved by her comment, but it’s difficult when I can’t drag my eyes away from her ass.
I force myself to look away, then remember there’s no need to do that.There’s nobody here but us, and she clearly wants to be admired.As she should.Her underwear shows an enticing amount of skin through the generous holes in the lace.
“Aren’t you going to touch me?”she purrs.
I go over to her, and before I can reach for her bra clasp, she grabs my tie and loosens it.
“That’s better,” she says.
I try my hand at removing her bra, but like a teenage boy who’s never done this before, I’m struggling.I spin her around so I can get a better look at what I’m doing.It’s an ordinary clasp, so why am I fumbling?Shouldn’t this be simple?
Kim takes pity on me and smoothly strips off the bra, then turns around so I can see her tits.I’m stunned speechless by how gorgeous she is.Small breasts, tight brown buds.I want to squeeze them and suck her nipples, but I shouldn’t.My ex hated that.
I straighten up and remove my tie.Even loosened, it was still too constricting.I toss it over the chair and start working on my shirt buttons.Given that it’s not very warm today, the amount I’m sweating is rather embarrassing.
I throw caution to the wind and actually drop my shirt on the floor—I know, I know, I’m not sure what’s come over me—then set aside my glasses.
“Mmm.”She pushes me down so I’m sitting on the bed and runs her hand over my chest.“Very nice.”
She climbs onto my lap, and my head is spinning.I palm her ass as she kisses me, her mouth hot and welcoming and eager.When she starts grinding, I squeeze my eyes shut, willing myself not to blow my load prematurely.If only I’d had the forethought to jerk off in the shower earlier, maybe I wouldn’t be quite so on edge.
I pick Kim up, set her on her back, and brace myself above her.I run my finger over the edge of her underwear.She nods eagerly, and I slide my hand inside and almost die.
I’m not generally prone to this level of hyperbole and theatrics, but she really does feel incredible.She twists her hips, as if seeking more pressure, and I’m suddenly filled with the urge to flip her over and smack her bare ass, see what kind of noises she makes then.
No, I don’t think that would be appropriate.
Instead, I slide down her underwear, revealing neatly trimmed hair.I’m mesmerized by the sight of my finger moving in and out of her body.I thrust more quickly and add a second finger.Gorgeous.
I don’t think I can wait any longer.I’m desperate to be inside her, to feel her inner muscles squeezing me.I’m not sure I’ll survive it, but I can think of nothing else.
“Where are…condoms?”I stammer.
Chapter 4
