Still holding his stare, she took his cock deeper.
A strangled growl fled him, his fingers sifting through her hair. She concentrated on him, his eyes, his length, the taste of him, struggling to keep from reflexively gagging as his crown found the back of her throat. And then she withdrew, allowing him to glide past her wet lips, almost releasing him before taking him again. More and more, slowly at first, but then with increased speed as his hips chased her mouth and his fingers wrapped in her hair. She inhaled through her nose, loving the scent of him—male, musky, heady.
He was hers, and she reveled in it. In the taste of him, the feeling of him.
“Venus,” he said raggedly. “My Venus. If you don’t stop, I’ll come in your mouth, and that isn’t how I intended for this night to proceed.”
His warning made her wetter still and more determined to bring him to release. She wanted him to lose control. Wanted hisseed on her tongue, wanted to swallow him down, to take this part of him, wanted his helpless pleasure.
He moaned again as she continued, lavishing long sucks and slow, teasing licks on the vein at the underside of his shaft when she needed a breath. And still, she held his gaze all the while. Held his gaze until his long, dark lashes fanned over those brilliant green orbs and his head fell back, his lips parting, his Adam’s apple on prominent display, his chest heaving with the force of his need.
“God, Lottie. Your mouth. I’m going to spill. Final warning.”
His voice was low and decadent like his French wine and soft as velvet. She loved the helpless need lacing it, loved knowing she was responsible for his loss of control. That she was the one who was about to bring him to completion, the one to force his surrender.
She withdrew, stroking over his slick cock with her hand to keep him primed, and said, “I want you to come in my mouth. On my tongue. I want to swallow your seed.”
Filthy words. These were not the words a sweet, virginal debutante would ever give the man she married. But she was neither sweet, nor virginal. She had embraced her sensual nature, her needs and desires. And she had learned not to be ashamed but to be proud of who she was, the goddess he imagined her. The woman he had chosen.
She took his beautiful cock back into her mouth, giving him what they both wanted.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his hips pumping wildly now, his cock hitting the back of her throat again.
And then there was the hot flood of him down her throat, over her tongue. So much that her mouth was filled with him, and she swallowed and swallowed, taking every last drop of him as hers.
“My turn,”Brandon told Lottie when he had caught his breath and regained his wits after she had drained him dry.
He had her on the bed in an instant, her gossamer nightgown stripped away. For a moment, he admired her, naked and glorious, all creamy skin and coppery flecks, her hair a fiery ripple on the pillow, her blue eyes dark with desire, her mouth glistening and swollen from taking his cock between her lips.
But he was voracious, so he didn’t look long before he settled between her thighs. “Open for me, Venus.”
And she did, spreading her legs, cupping her bare breasts as she watched, toying with her pert pink nipples. The sight was enough to have his limp prick filling again, the rush of need returning with a vengeance. Her cunny beckoned, glistening and pretty as a blossoming flower.
He bent, licking her seam, savoring the taste of her on his tongue, pleased to find she was already wet from sucking him. He licked into her then, filling her as he would soon with his cock, stroking her pearl lightly as he did so. Her hips danced beneath him. She was all he could breathe, all he could feel, his tongue darting in and out of her hot cunny, fucking her, driving them both wild. And then he pulled back her folds, revealing the swollen, sleek nub of her sex, before he latched on to it, sucking hard as he sank a finger deep inside her tight, wet depths.
She came apart in his hands, against his lips, her cunny clenching hard on him. And he stayed there with her, licking and sucking, devouring her, worshiping her as she had him, until he could not withstand another moment. His cock was hard again, ready for more.
At last, he tore his mouth away, lips wet with her dew, and rose, taking himself in hand and rubbing the head of his cock along her slippery pussy.
“More,” she commanded.
And he gave her more. With one thrust, he filled her, her sheath contracting deliciously around him as the pulses of her release fluttered through her. He glanced down to where they were joined, watching as he fucked her, his ruddy cock sinking into the hot, velvet depths of her cunny, then gliding out and in again.
“I love you,” he told her, bending to take the peak of one breast in his mouth and suckling as he continued his pace.
“And I love you,” she gasped, her fingernails raking down his shoulders, her hips undulating to meet him thrust for thrust.
She was his wife.
Almost impossible to believe that this woman was his forever.
They moved together, their rhythm faster, harder. He took her lips with his, kissing her deeply, giving her his tongue. She sucked on it, threading her fingers through his hair, and then she came again, her cunny pulsing around him deliciously as she moaned into his mouth. Another pump of his hips, and he followed her, the hot rush of his spend jetting from him and into her.
She held him to her, their hearts hammering like a blacksmith on an anvil, and he buried his face in her throat, breathing deeply of Lottie, of the scent of the two of them intertwined. For the first time, neither of them would leave at dawn, and the knowledge that he would fall asleep with her and wake alongside her filled him with a deep, sweet contentment.
In two days’ time, they would be leaving for France with Pandy on their honeymoon. Brandon intended to show Lottiethe wineries she had dreamt of seeing. Their life together was just beginning.
EPILOGUE
