Page 15 of My One
“We have our own private concierges.”
“Then why—”
“They were just lighting the candles.”
“Oh.”
He tossed me onto the bed, and I squealed as he dragged me to the edge, my lace dress rising to expose me. “Now, I’m going to make you come with your dress on. Then again and again and again.”
“And you?”
Avery grinned. “Trust me. I’ll come so hard while I’m buried deep inside of you.”
I spread my legs, inviting him to do as he promised. “Then what are you waiting for?”
He shrugged out of his tux jacket and dropped to his knees. He removed my panties and then he teased his way up the inside of my thigh with feather-light kisses. My hands clenched the bedding as I melted into the mattress, allowing my husband to work his way up to devour me.
“Nic,” Avery whispered against my skin.
I lifted my head, looking down on him. “Yeah?”
His blue gaze was heated with desire. “I’m about to eat mywife’spussy.”
I grinned. I knew I’d never get tired of hearing Avery refer to me as his wife. “Yeah, you are.”
My husband returned to his trail of kisses, moving higher and higher to my center. Once there, he spread me and took his first swipe with his tongue, making me arch off the bed. Avery took his time, savoring this first intimate moment as husband and wife. Slow, firm licks worked my folds, my clit, making me wetter and wetter.
“I’m a lucky man, Mrs. Scott,” he said against me. “My wife has the sweetest pussy.”
I moaned my response, feeling his tongue move a little faster on my clit. While Avery rubbed the bud of nerves, he inserted two fingers, working me from the inside out. My body heat rose, and I got closer and closer to tipping over the edge into pure bliss. Needing to rid myself of my dress, I worked it to slip over my head and then threw it onto the floor. My hands began to work my breasts, feeling the hard peaks of my nipples. I was on fire, chasing the orgasm my husband was bringing my body to.
“So wet,” he murmured, removing his mouth from between my legs and using his other hand to work the swollen nub. “So fucking wet, and all mine.”
And then I broke. The wave of the orgasm encased me, the sensation racing from my core and down to my toes. As I came down from my high, Avery began to strip himself of his tux. “Don’t move,” he ordered.
Like I could.
Instead, I rose onto my elbows and watched my husband remove his shirt one button at a time. His rock-hard chest and eight-pack abs stared me in the face, making my mouth water.
“Have I ever told you that you’re hot?” I asked.
Avery threw his head back, laughing as he let his white dress shirt fall to the floor. “I don’t recall a specific time.” He started to work his pants open and down.
“Well, you are.”
“And so are you.” He stepped out of his pants and crawled on top of me, kissing my lips. “See how good you taste?” he questioned. Avery silenced me with his mouth, his tongue dipping into my mouth again, and I moaned my response. I could taste myself on his lips, and I loved it.
We kissed for a long time, savoring each other as our naked bodies pressed together. This man was my forever, and I felt grateful to be married to the perfect man for me. Avery broke the kiss, and without another word, slid into me.
I was still on the pill, but I was ready. I loved this man so much that I wanted to create another human life with him. I wanted to watch my husband play with our kids, teach them right from wrong, and be there for them when there were good times and bad. I wanted to see him dance with our daughter at her wedding and teach our son sports. I still didn’t understand why his parents treated him the way they did—maybe we’d never know—but whatever happened with his parents, I knew that we’d love our children with our entire hearts.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, bringing him down so our chests were pressed together. I needed his whole body against mine as though we were one—because we were. Avery picked up his speed, and before I knew it, I was tipping over the edge again. He followed after a few more strokes, and my heart was smiling. Not because I’d just had sex with my new husband, but because I was happy.
Everything about Avery Scott made me happy.
When I woke up the next morning, I had no idea what time it was. Maybe it wasn’t even morning. What I did know was that I married.
I was married to the love of my life, and my parents didn’t love me enough to come to my wedding.
