“But now I want something else.” I slide down his body until his hard cock teases my entrance and I grind against him. He hasn’t come yet and I want to see him come undone.
Tanner sits up and holds me close to his chest, his breathing rough and uneven. Then, in one smooth move, Tanner lifts me off of him and turns me, pushing me facedown against the cushion. “This is what I wanted to do all night.” He fists my ponytail and slams into me from behind. “I wanted you to come all over my cock like this. Wanted to see your ass in the air while I fucked you.”
“Yes, yes!” I scream as he pounds into me. He’s hitting me in all the right places and I can already feel myself building to another orgasm. “Tanner, god, I’m going to come again.”
Tanner slides a finger down, playing with my already swollen and sensitive clit. “That’s it. Come on, Kate. Come all over my cock like a good girl. You feel so fucking good. Let go.”
So I do.
My orgasm crashes through me as Tanner thrusts faster and faster into me. “Beautiful. You’re so goddamn beautiful coming on my cock.” He thrusts one last time before he spills his release, our eyes locked as he continues to pulse inside me.
Completely spent, we lay together on the couch in utter bliss. Tanner softly kisses the back of my neck while he holds me close, my eyes growing heavy. A thought flickers through my mind, making me laugh. “I’m going to have to clean the couch now.”
***
“Let me see my little nephew’s face.” My best friend Millie angles her screen to show me the plump cheeks of the most adorable face I’ve ever seen. River was born early this morning after giving us all a scare. Alex called me from the hospital, filling me in on what was going on.
Since I’m basically the only family Millie has since her family all but disowned her when she married Alex— fuck those assholes— I was the first person she called. I’m so relieved that they are both healthy, thank god.
I wanted to call her earlier, but work was busy and Alex was texting me with updates. The moment my car door slammed behind me, my phone was ringing.
River has to be the cutest baby I’ve ever seen. Not that I’m biased or anything. Okay, maybe I am, but how can I not think the tiny, bald bundle cradled in my best friend’s arm is anything but precious? He nuzzles against the skin of his mom’s chest and makes the cutest baby sound ever.
“Oh, Mills, he’s adorable. I can’t wait to meet him. How are you feeling though?” She had been rushed into an emergency c-section and I know that wasn’t in her plan.
The screen jostles as the new momma tucks her baby closer to her. “I’ve been better, that’s for sure, but I’m so glad it’s over with. Next time Alex gets to be the one that gets pregnant.” Alex makes an unintelligible comment in the background, making me laugh.
“I’m just so happy for you.” Tears threaten to spill down my face at the look of utter joy on her face. “Let me know if you need anything, okay? I’m just a three-hour car ride away.”
“Kate, the only thing I need from you is dress pictures. I’m bummed that I can’t be there to help you pick one out. Lord knows what your mom is going to want you in. We gotta show off the goods.”
She’s right though. Charlene Davis is highly conservative when it comes to clothing. None of my ballroom dresses could have a low-cut neckline or be above the knee growing up. If it were up to her, I’d be covered head-to-toe in white lace. Not that there’s anything wrong with lace, but the man I’m marrying loves seeing my skin, and I want to feel sexy on my wedding day and not like a damn mummy.
“That’s why Melissa is coming along too. She’s got great taste and I’m always jealous of her outfits. But she’s not you. You’ll definitely be my go-to with dress advice.”
“Damn straight.” Millie’s mouth opens in a wide yawn. She has to be exhausted.
“I’ll let you get some rest; it looks like you need it.” Millie tilts her screen down to the hand wrapped around her son to show me the finger she’s flashing at me, making me snort. “I’ll send you pics of my top choices.”
“You better.”
“Bye Mills, love you. Take care of my nephew alright?” I wave at her as we make our goodbyes, taking one last glimpse at the new life in her arms. Absently, I wonder what it will be like when Tanner and I have kids. A flood of warmth spreads through my chest at the thought of Tanner holding our little baby in his arms, at how happy he would be.
What the hell am I thinking? Nope. No way are we having kids right now. This freaking IUD better be doing its damn job or I’m suing. Not that a kid would be terrible, but we aren’t even married yet. As if moving in together wasn’t enough of a struggle for me, having a kid before we exchange vows would make me into a full-blown stressed-out mess.
I’ve always been the type of person that makes a plan and sticks to it. Check off the box and move on to the next thing. When Tanner proposed after dating for two years, it checked off one of my many boxes. He had already checked all the ones that made him “husband material” long ago. I pretty much knew he was endgame for me that first month of dating. But him moving into my apartment before we were married was a big deal to me.
I’d always been the one to put off the idea anytime he brought it up. He knew how strict my upbringing was and that I had reservations about it, but there was no use in putting the move off any longer now that we’re engaged. Plus, everything sort of fell into place as they say.
Shaking off the train of thought my mind decided to throw at me, I put the car in reverse and drive downtown to the bridal boutique. Tanner and I still haven’t settled on a date but we did pull out our calendars last week after Mel asked us on our double date. No matter what day we eventually get married, I will need a dress, so this is as good a place to start as any.
Mom had been the one to set up this appointment and made the trip into the city specifically for this. The boutique is too upscale for me, the shop specializing in Contour gowns, but she wouldn’t be budged. She and Dad are paying for the dress and it’s only the best for their little girl.
Growing up an only child with two older parents meant that while I was alone quite often due to all their events, but I was also doated on. It’s a miracle I didn’t grow up to be a pretentious princess. Cruises every year, fancy dresses for Cotillion, and diamond earrings for Christmas were all staples of my young life. Do I care about any of those things? No, not really. But my parents are all about appearances. They’re amazing people, but everyone has their flaws.
The boutique is on the second floor in a building off a bustling street. The entire shop screams elegance with classical string quartet music filtering through the sound system. We’re greeted at the door for the appointment with champagne flutes and hot hand towels. Plush satin lavender couches surround a circular pedestal that’s centered in front of floor-to-ceiling mirrors.
“Wow, this place is fancy.” Mel tilts her champagne glass to her lips, her head turning to see the entire room. “I’ll have to remember this place.”
