“Not if you’re riding me reverse.” My hand slid back down her belly to slip between her thighs, finding her already wet for me.
It hadn’t been easy to share a space, share a bed, with her day in and day out without touching.
I mean… we hadn’t exactly done nothing.
The first night or two had just been about sleep. That third night, though, had been torturous with her restlessly writhing around in her sleep, looking all flushed and sounding all needy.
I’d eventually coaxed her into slipping out of her panties and riding my face until she got the relief she needed to be able to sleep.
And when she’d gotten up in the morning to find me hard, she’d taken me into her mouth and sucked me off until my fucking toes curled.
But we both knew what we really needed for relief. We were both sick of waiting, whether she would admit that or not.
“We shouldn’t—” Gracie objected, but her hips were already rocking. Her hand was already sneaking under the blankets and into my pants to curl around me.
“But we’re gonna,” I said, fingers sliding inside her, knowing that she would get frustrated pretty quickly, needing more.
I wasn’t disappointed.
First, there was a whimper, then a grumble, and finally, she was wiggling out of her pants and underwear, then shooting me a flushed-faced, borderline bashful look before she climbed into position.
But any uncertainty about the position evaporated when she sank down on my cock, the angle hitting just right.
She found the rhythm she liked, then fucked me up and through a leg-shaking orgasm.
“We need to move to your apartment,” I said when she collapsed next to me afterward.
“Why?” she asked, all soft.
“Because I want to hear you screaming when I fuck you. Can’t have that here.”
She angled her head up.
“I think I have to get a bigger bed.”
I reached to the nightstand and handed her my phone. “Order it. One-day rush.”
Gracie - 4 months
“Oh, my,” one of the servers said as the bass dropped on a song that had everyone—the bride in her floor-length princess gown—starting to test the strength of their knees as they dropped it low.
“This is one of my favorite parts of weddings,” I admitted.
Sure, the ceremony was emotional. The reception was lovely.
But when everyone just completely let loose and had a blast? So much fun. I hoped at my own wedding that my loved ones could throw aside their inhibitions and have a great time.
“I’m just going to get some air if anyone needs me,” I said. I’d been inside this building putting out embers before they turned into fires for almost ten hours already. I just needed ten minutes to myself while everyone was busy.
“Okay,” she said, giving me a smile as she turned back into the kitchen, likely to tell the staff that I wasn’t going to be a helicopter for a little bit so they could get a break too.
I slipped out the back door.
These grounds weren’t nearly as sprawling as the Grassi ones. But there was a nice manicured backyard that the right photographer could use to get decent photographs.
“Those bridesmaid dresses are the ugliest color blue I’ve ever seen,” a deep, familiar, welcome voice said as he stepped out of the shadows.
“You know, you really don’t need to keep playing security at these things,” I said even as I walked into his arms, resting my face against his chest.
