I didn’t know who made the first move. I didn’t care. We found each other in the darkness and we moved together like we’d been doing this forever. Like we were made for this. She was beside me, then in my lap, then straddling me, her knees pressing into my hips and her skirt floating around us like a fog. My hands were under Emme’s dress and her lips were everywhere and there was nothing else in my head—not a single fucking thing—other than getting her home.
The ride back to my building was short, and when we arrived, we dashed through the lobby like a clock was ticking down the seconds until the spell lifted and everything went back to the way it’d always been between us.
We didn’t say a word—or come up for air—once we were in the elevator. I kissed her as I untied the ribbons at her shoulders, and though the dress didn’t fall off, it gave me entirely newregions of skin to taste. I boosted her up against the wall, rocked hard into the heat between her thighs, and scraped my teeth over her bottom lip. She purred into my mouth and my brain shorted out. It was enough to make me worried about this ending all too soon.
I didn’t put her down when we reached my floor and she made no attempt to unwind her legs from around my waist which was everything I needed to know.
The condo was dark though it still smelled of green and flowers. As if I needed the reminder that I’d married this girl tonight. As if there was any chance I’d ever forget.
Emme pulled my shirt up and off one arm as I carried her to the bedroom, our lips still locked and her tiny sounds still driving me wild. I had one hand down the back of her underwear and the other frantically searching for a zipper, and though I wanted her naked for this, I could still get the job done with her skirt shoved up around her waist.
At least for the first time.
I set her on the bed and pulled my shirt the rest of the way off before whipping my belt from the loops. It landed with a clank on the other side of the room as I reached for my button-fly but Emme was already there, her tongue snared between her teeth as she pulled my jeans open.
Before I could say a word, before I could even breathe, she shoved my clothes down, wrapped a hand around my shaft, and took me into the unbelievable heaven of her mouth. My heart stopped for a whole minute, but when it started up again, every muscle in my body pulled painfully tight. Without thinking, I surged all the way to the back of her throat and earned myself a sudden slap on the ass as she gagged.
Pulling back, I dug my fingers through her silky hair and cupped a hand under her jaw. I felt the tense and pull of her muscles as she worked me all the way down to the root and backup to the head like she’d crawled inside my mind and opened up the file on the fastest way to tear me apart.
I let my hand run down her neck and chest, and slipped my fingers under the top of her dress. I traced the luscious round of her breast until I found a perfectly pebbled nipple waiting for me and I knew I wouldn’t know peace until I’d felt it against my tongue.
“Off,” I barked, tugging at the front of her dress.
She looked up at me then, her eyes bright and her mouth stretched wide to take my cock, and I realized I was about thirty seconds from coming all over her face. Call me old-fashioned but that was not how I wanted to start off my wedding night.
I tried to take a step away, tried to regain some control, but she returned a hand to my backside and dug her nails in hard enough to leave her mark there. I dropped my head and bellowed at the ceiling as her tongue wrapped around my head with the kind of pressure that nearly knocked me over.
“Not like this,” I said, gathering her hair in my hand. I tugged her back but that only made her suck harder. After a moment of complete torture, she pulled off with a pop that reverberated between us. “Get that dress off.”
She leaned back, her palms flat on the bed and her lips shiny and swollen. She watched while I kicked off my jeans and boxers and stepped between her legs, her gaze raking over me with the kind of intensity that made goose bumps ripple over the back of my neck. She stared at my cock, her gaze of open, unfiltered appraisal enough to make me ache from the inside out.
“Are you going to make me beg for you?” I asked as I tipped her head back and traced my thumb over those plump lips. “I will. I’ll get on my knees. I’ll worship you.”
She gave the floor a meaningful glance and I didn’t waste a second dropping down in front of her. I reached under her dress and skimmed those little, skintight shorts down her legs.
“My turn,” I said, shouldering my way between her thighs.
Emme pulled her skirt up to her waist in slow, agonizing inches, her eyes locked on mine the entire time. When I finally dropped my gaze between her legs, I knew I’d found the center of my universe. I didn’t even need to touch her, taste her. I just knew—as if it was inevitable. My whole life was a series of moments leading up to this one.
Leading up to Emme.
I ran my thumbs down the center of her, parting her just enough to swipe my tongue over her clit. She shuddered out a breathy moan that made me feel like a fucking god and I went back for more.
Her fingers soon twisted in my hair and her hips arched toward my mouth and her arousal ran down to my wrist. Her arms gave out and she flopped back against the bed, and I realized I wantedthat—I want to exhaust her entire body—for the rest of my fucking life.
She didn’t say anything besides the occasional murmurs ofyesandthereandoh my god, and I knew I could come just from listening to her. Within minutes, her body tightened and she bucked against my mouth, and I went on licking and petting her until the gasps subsided and her grip on my hair loosened.
“I’ll come back here again tonight,” I said. “But now, let’s get you out of these clothes.”
She pushed up on one hand and pointed to her side with the other. “Help me with the zipper.”
Thrilled with the wobble I’d put into her voice, I drew the zipper down to her waist. The dress fell away and I pulled it over her head, leaving her breasts spilling out of a strapless bra. “This too?” I asked, climbing on the bed to kneel behind her.
She nodded, bowing her head as I swept her hair over one shoulder before going to work on the hooks. My shaft bobbed between us, hard like never before, and it was a wonder I couldeven think through the pounding, desperate need inside me. I wanted to devour this woman. Lick and bite and fuck and mark. I wanted it all, and after all this time, all these years of wanting, she was finally mine.
I slipped an arm across her breasts when I tossed the bra aside, holding her tight against me and stealing a moment to kiss my way down the line of her shoulder. I palmed her breast, my thumb circling her nipple as my other hand slipped between her legs.
“Let me have you now, wife,” I said, my lips on her neck. “Let me give you what you need.”
