He snorted out a laugh and dropped his head down, resting his forehead between her breasts. “How can you make me laugh when I’m this fucking hard?”
“A talent we didn’t know I possessed when it came to you, I guess.”
“I think we’re gonna be learnin’ a lot of new things tonight…” He lifted his head just enough to curl his tongue around one of her nipples, his eyes locked on hers as he sucked her into his mouth.
She parted her lips and slid her fingers into his hair, matching her grip to the pressure of his tongue. “Let’s learn them faster.”
“After you told everyone I’m a ninety-second chump? Sorry, wifey, but you brought this on yourself.”
Pushing her head back into the pillow, she squeezed her eyes shut and groaned toward the ceiling. “I take it back. I take it all back.”
“Too late,” he said as he worked his way even lower, dragging his mouth along the underside of her breasts, across the soft curve of her stomach, the lines of script on her side,not all who wander are lostreminding him of exactly who she was and who she wasn’t. She belonged out in the world, not stuck here in Havenbrook. But she’d made a sacrifice for him, and he intended to make damn sure it wasn’t for naught.
“Where’re you goin’?” she asked, her voice breathless in a way he’d never heard before. A way he wanted to hear again and again.
“Provin’ a point, remember?”
She huffed out a laugh and shook her head. “You don’t have to. I totally made it up.”
“I already knew that.”
“Okay, so what—”
With his eyes locked on hers, he linked their fingers and fixed his mouth on her pussy over her panties, pressing his tongue against her clit through the lace. He groaned as her taste hit him, the material between them doing nothing to disguise it.
Only when she was good and panting did he pull back enough to say, “Thought that was obvious. Now hush up and let me enjoy this.”
“What about me?”
“If I’m doin’ this right, you should have a little fun, too.”
She breathed out a laugh, but soon it turned into a moan as he focused all his attention on her. As much as he wanted unencumbered access to her pussy, he loved getting her worked up like this. Whether from his mouth or her excitement, her panties were soaked, the scent of her pleasure making his cock throb with need. It took everything in him not to hump the damn mattress like some fifteen-year-old tasting a pussy for the first time.
She rolled her hips, faster with each passing second, her fingers gripping his as if she needed the touchpoint to ground herself. He knew the feeling. Being with her like this—having her on his tongue and hearing the throaty moans he’d never had the privilege to before—was surreal.
“Oh myGod, take them off,” she finally groaned. “You’re killin’ me. I need your fingers, Ash.Please.”
As quickly as humanly possible, he stripped her of her last remaining article of clothing before settling back between her legs, his shoulders holding her thighs wide.
He ran his fingers through her pussy and slipped one inside, groaning as her wetness coated him. “Fuck, you’re soaked.”
She delved her hands into his hair and gripped tight, tugging him closer to her clit. “That’s enough chitchat.”
He groaned out a laugh as he inserted a second finger before affixing his mouth to her. Swiping his tongue through her slit, he reveled in her taste as much as her moans. The two of them had spent years being in sync, but this took it to a whole new level. He matched the pumping of his fingers to each roll of her hips, the throb in his cock begging him to hurry up and make her come so he could finally sink inside her.
She groaned as he slipped in a third finger before flicking her clit with unrelenting focus. “Ash…” she said on a gasp. “God, I’m coming…”
He hummed his approval as she tightened around his fingers and held him close while she rode out her orgasm, her pussy pulsing around him. He continued stroking his tongue over her clit, his fingers buried deep, wanting to draw out every ounce of her pleasure.
Finally, when she relaxed onto the bed and tugged his hair enough to pull him back, he lifted his head. He met her gaze with a smirk and a raised brow. “Well…we’ve definitely never done that before. You just came all over my fingers.”
She bit her bottom lip, her eyes heavy-lidded and lust-filled. A look he’d seen plenty, but never from her. “Let’s hope that’s not the only thing I’m gonna come all over tonight…”
He laughed, then froze, closing his eyes and hanging his head with a muttered curse. Of all the times to be caught without protection, he didn’t figure it’d be on his wedding night.
“What’s wrong?”
He sat back on his heels, ignoring the obscene hard-on trying to force its way out of his sweatpants. Running a hand down his face, he said, “I don’t have any condoms.”
