And so, I do.
While still kissing the hell out of her, I press my cock harder against her center.
More urgent.
More ferocious.
More demanding.
Goddammit.
The temptation to slide my fingers between her pussy lips and finger-fuck her is so overwhelming, I’m nearly dizzy.
I curse this fake marriage.
If our tongues mesh so well together, I can imagine our naked bodies seeking pleasure from each other as I fuck her like she’s never been fucked before.
Too bad it’s not meant to be.
My phone buzzes with an incoming text in my pocket. I ignore it, but it’s a reminder things have gotten a little out of hand.
Shit.
Panting, I break the kiss.
“We’re like fire and fuel,” I say, brushing my lips against hers. “We combust upon contact.”
“Dear God.” She places a hand against her heaving chest. “That was a little too intense. It’s supposed to be pretend.”
My forehead touches hers and I breathe in her unique scent. “That was as real as it gets, kitten.”
I kiss her again. It’s soft, but firm. Still, it’s nothing like the searing kiss we just shared, but I couldn’t resist.
I drop my hands and pull away from her.
She struggles to catch her breath as she pulls at the bottom part of her dress.
“No one will know,” I say.
Shy eyes meet mine and she bites her lower lip. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”
“You mean, making out outdoors?”
“Yes. Or kissing like that.”
“Like what?”
“With such…”
“Abandonment?” I finish her thought.
“Yes.” She winces at her admission and averts her gaze.
Her cheeks match the color of her dress to perfection. She brings her fingers to her lips devoid of lipstick. They’re swollen and red from my assault.
Look what I did to you, kitten.
I love knowing I’ve unraveled her.
