Her fingers twist through my hair, pulling me closer, like she’s trying to rid herself of the same ache I feel pulsing through my body.
But she never will.
Because this is a forever kind of ache, and we’re a forever kind of thing.
I swear I’ve never tasted anything sweeter, felt anything deeper, held anyone tighter. This isn’t just a kiss. This is a promise—a plea, and a prayer embedded in our souls—not just written on some meaningless papers. And I know, without a shadow of a doubt, I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure she never forgets how wholly she owns me.
She tugs on my bottom lip, and I know she feels the groan rumble inside my chest. Pulling our mouths apart, her swollen lips form the words I’ve been waiting to hear all day. “Take me to bed, Hollywood.”
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Suck On It Like It’s A French Toast Popsicle
Her dress is hiked all the way up her thighs, her legs parted and straddling my lap. The scent of her arousal sweetens the air between us as my tongue snakes into her mouth, making her hum in agreement. I swear I live for her hums of pleasure, the sounds that say what entire sentences can’t.
Having said our goodbyes to the newlyweds and our friends as fast as possible, we rushed back to our hotel suite in record time.
Her lips were on me the second we got inside. And before long, my girl was taking charge, pushing me onto the sofa before climbing into my lap, ravenous for my touch.
I cup the back of her neck, driving my fingers into her hair as my other hand skims her side. I brush the soft skin of her thighs, pushing the hem of her dress up further, my lips continuing to devour hers.
My hand rounds the globe of her ass, and it’s then that I notice it . . .
She’s not wearing panties.
I take a shaky breath and drop my gaze to where her bare pussy glistens between us. My nostrils flare. “Tell me you were wearing panties during the reception.”
She twirls a strand of her hair, blinking up at me with feigned innocence. “This pregnancy has made me so forgetful . . .”
“Nisha.”
She giggles, brushing her lips along my jaw as her fingers thread through my hair. “Calm down, Mr. Jealous-and-Possessive. I slid them off when we got inside.”
My fingers clasp her chin, pulling her mouth back to mine. “That’s fucking more like it.” My other hand trails down, fingers teasing her slit and making her whimper. “This pussy stays hidden from everyone but me. Got that?”
“We’re going to have a baby, you big Neanderthal. Pretty sure there will be others looking at my vagina.”
“Fine, but it doesn’t mean I have to like it. And I’m coming to every appointment. Gotta keep my eye on anyone who gets toohandsy.”
Nisha rolls her eyes exasperatedly, but there’s a smile on her lips when they find mine again. And then, in an instant, all the teasing flies out the window, leaving nothing but heat and desire behind.
My hands roam the curves I’ve memorized as her fingers dig into my shoulders, and our bodies writhe together in a rhythm all our own.
Her hands skim up my chest and, without unlocking our lips, she pushes off my suit jacket, throwing it behind her, before tearing at my shirt like someone possessed. Once it’s unbuttoned and lying in the same heap, she drags her lips down my neck, peppering in tiny moans as she kisses and licks my skin.
Her hips roll over my bulge as her mouth skirts down to my pecs, her thumb teasing one nipple as the tip of her tongue plays with the other. She lets out a soft laugh when my hands tighten on her thighs and my abs contract, knowing exactly how she’s affecting me.
“You like that?”
My jaw tightens as I struggle to keep my body in check, praying to God I don’t come with just her hands and lips on me. “You know I do.”
She scoots off my lap, getting on her knees in front of me, and I immediately start to protest. She’s fucking carrying my child, the last thing I want is for her to be on her knees for me. My heart clenches at the sight of her—so breathtaking and so completely mine. Every flutter of her lashes, every curved smile, every fucking heartbeat feels like it belongs to me, and I ache to show her how much I’m hers in return. Fuck, I’ll happily spend the rest of my life on my knees, worshipping at her altar, because she deserves nothing less.
But before I can say anything, her index finger presses over my lips, telling me she still wants to be in charge. Pushing my legs apart, she starts to unbuckle my belt, and before my brain engages again, she has my pants and boxer briefs pulled off.
My cock shows no sign of shame, lying thick and hard over my abs, twitching when she licks her lips.
