My hands find the zipper at the back of her dress, and I slowly drag it down, revealing the smooth skin of her back inch by inch. She shivers under my touch.
"Shouldn't we talk?" she asks with a laugh that's half-nervous, half-excited.
I press my lips to her shoulder, breathing in the scent of her skin. "We will," I murmur, "but my wife just said she loves me, so I'm gonna consummate this marriage."
She laughs again as I kneel down, my hands sliding down her legs to remove her shoes one at a time. Her fingers thread through my hair, gentle and teasing.
"Consummate?" she repeats, amusement colouring her voice.
"Yes," I say, looking up at her from my position on my knees, "so you can't annul and run away."
Her eyes widen, but she doesn't step back. Instead, a small smile plays at the corner of her lips. I can see the pulse at her throat quickening, her chest rising and falling with each breath.
I lean forward, pressing my mouth against her panties, feeling the heat of her through the thin fabric. She gasps, her fingerstightening in my hair. The scent of her arousal fills my senses, making my head swim. I kiss her again, letting my tongue trace the outline of her through the damp material.
"Matthew," she breathes, her voice catching in her throat.
I don't pull her panties down yet. Instead, I continue to tease her through the fabric, my tongue creating pressure where she needs it most. Her legs tremble, and I wrap one arm around her thighs to steady her.
"God," she moans, her head falling back as she stands before me.
I glance up at her without breaking contact. The sight of her parted lips and eyes heavy with desire, nearly undoes me. Her breath catches as I hook my fingers under the lace of her panties, slowly dragging them down her thighs. Her skin is impossibly soft beneath my fingertips.
"Please," Brooke whispers, the single word hanging between us like a prayer.
I take my time, savouring the moment as the delicate fabric slides down her legs. When she steps out of them, kicking them aside, I place my hands on her hips, drawing her closer. The scent of her surrounds me, sweet and intoxicating.
I spread her thighs wider and dive in, burying my face between her legs like a starving man. Fuck, she tastes even better than I imagined. Sweet and tangy and so fucking wet already. My cock throbs painfully against my zipper as I lick a long stripe from her entrance to her clit.
Her legs shake when I circle my tongue around that swollen bud. I grip her ass harder, keeping her steady while I feast on her pussy. Each moan she makes goes straight to my dick, making it strain harder against my pants. I can feel the wet spot forming atthe tip, but I don't care. All I care about is making her come on my tongue.
I suck her clit between my lips, flicking it with my tongue, and Brooke’s legs nearly buckle. Her fingers dig into my scalp, pulling my hair so hard it hurts, but the pain just makes me harder. I growl against her pussy, the vibration making her jerk her hips forward.
The taste of her floods my mouth as I push my tongue inside her, fucking her with it while my nose rubs against her clit. Her thighs clamp around my head, her body trembling as I press deeper. Her back arches, hips thrusting to meet my mouth. I can feel her getting close, her wetness coating my chin, her hands now tangled in my hair, pulling me harder against her.
When she comes, it's with a cry that echoes off the walls. Her entire body goes rigid, then pulses against my mouth as I ease her through it, not letting up until she pushes weakly at my shoulders.
I stand, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, watching her chest heave as she catches her breath. Her skin is flushed, hair wild around her face. I've never seen anything more beautiful.
She's still unsteady, her limbs loose and boneless as I guide her fully onto the bed. When I lay her down gently against the pillows, her eyes roam hungrily over my chest, down to where my cock is straining against my pants.
"Why the hell haven't we been doing this the whole time?" she asks, her voice husky with desire.
I pause with my hand on my belt buckle, feeling a flash of frustration. "Because you've been avoiding me, Brooke."
She opens her mouth to protest, but something in my expression stops her. "Fine," she concedes, watching intently as I unbuckle my belt and slide it through the loops.
"I was working overtime to avoid you," she continues as I unbutton my pants and push them down along with my boxers. Her eyes widen slightly when my cock springs free, "but I don't know why anymore," she says as I lean over her, kissing her neck, her swollen breasts.
Her skin is soft under my lips. I run my tongue along her collarbone, feeling her shiver beneath me. My cock throbs, achingly hard against her thigh.
"We can't avoid each other anymore, Brooke," I continue, my voice hoarse with need. "We're married now, a family."
"A family," she repeats, and there's something in her eyes I can't quite read. She places her hand on my chest, right over my heart.
"I like that," she says, pushing on my shoulder. I let her guide me until I'm flat on my back against the mattress.
She moves with graceful confidence, swinging one leg over to straddle me. The sight of her naked body above mine steals my breath, her curves more pronounced now, her skin glowing. When she thrusts her chest forward, I can't hold back anymore. My hands move of their own accord, palming both breasts with a groan that comes from deep in my throat.
