I hate that I’m leaving after the wedding.
We need more time.
The moment the elevator doors slide open, I take her hand and lead her inside.
The apartment is bathed in moonlight.
As soon as the door closes behind us with a soft click, I’ve got her pressed up against the wall, my mouth on hers. I kiss her with everything I have, desperate to show her exactly what she does to me. My cock is so damn hard and angry, straining against my zipper. I know the minute I bury myself inside her sweet little channel, I’ll erupt.
My fingers find the delicate strap of her dress, teasing it slowly.
“These tiny little straps,” I murmur, dragging my knuckles over her collarbone, down to the swell of her breast. “So flimsy. Like youwantme to tear them off.”
My hand trails lower. Over her ribs, across her stomach, until I reach the dip of her belly button. She inhales sharply, arching into my touch.
My voice is low as I palm her hip. “You wore this for me, didn’t you?”
Her lips curve in a knowing smile. “Yes.”
She reaches for my shirt buttons, and I drop my gaze, watching her pop them open one by one. I could rip off my suit faster, but I let her take her time. By the time she reaches the last button, my shirt is hanging open. She pauses.
“You planning to finish what you started?” I murmur.
Her eyes flick up to meet mine and she smiles—bloodysmiles. Planting her palms on my chest, she starts walking mebackward. She backs me up until my legs hit the sofa, and I sink down, heart thundering in my chest.
Shoulder strap slipping down her arm, eyes glassy with want, she tugs the skirt of her dress at her knees as she sinks to the floor between my legs.
I groan before she even releases my cock because the sight of her on her knees is enough to undo me.
“I need to taste you,” she says.
“Then get your pretty mouth around me before I lose my mind.”
She yanks my zipper down and grabs my cock. It’s thick and hard in her hand, pulsing as I watch her lean forward. She licks a firm line up my shaft, swirling around the top before pumping her hand, her mouth following, sucking me down. Hot. Wet. Heaven.
I drop my head back, my hand flying to her hair.
She moans as I guide her head up and down, the vibrations from all the filthy sounds she’s making as she sucks and licks around me.
“Jesus—fuck, Gemma,” I groan.
Her eyes flick up to me and I can see she’s watching for my reaction.
“You like sucking my dick, baby?” I growl, my grip in her hair tightening, and she works me over like it’s what she was born to do. She whimpers around my stiffness, her eyes fluttering shut. My cock taps and curves down the back of her throat as her muscles relax with every pass, opening more for me.
She gags, her eyes watering so prettily. Her free hand lifts to play with my balls, tugging, kneading, and teasing. My breathing turns ragged as she steers me toward the finish line.
“Does this get you wet, sweetheart? Sucking my cock like this?” She nods without breaking rhythm and picks up the pace, bobbing up and down, and my hips jerk up to meet her, matching her movement.
A tingle sparks to life at the base of my spine. I’m teetering.
“Christ, Gemma,” I gasp. “I’m gonna come. Don’t you dare stop.”
And then I lose it.
I come hard. Stars dance in my vision and my whole body seizes. I pulse deep in her throat.
“That’s it. Swallow all of it,” I say, feeling her throat tighten as she drinks me down.
