"Good girl." He picked up the pace, fucking me harder now, deeper. "Now tell me, did you finish your vows?"
"What?" I could barely process the question.
His…
"Your vows." His hand snaked around to find my clit, circling it with maddening pressure. "For the wedding. Did you write them?"
"No, not yet?—"
"Why not?" He slowed down, and I made a sound of protest.
"Because I don't know what to say," I admitted, my voice breaking. "Because how do I put into words what the last three months have been? How do I tell you in front of all those people what you mean to me?"
He stilled completely, buried deep inside me.
Then he pulled me up, turning me in his arms so I was facing him. He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled me into his lap, guiding me to straddle him.
"Look at me," he commanded softly.
I did, and the expression in his eyes stole my breath.
"You don't have to have perfect words," he said, his hands cupping my face. "You just have to tell the truth. Whatever comes from here—" he pressed his hand over my heart, "—that's what I want to hear."
"Have you finished yours?" I asked.
"Yes."
"When?"
"The night after I proposed." He smiled slightly. "I've been editing them for three months, but the core of it has been there from the beginning."
"What do they say?"
"You'll find out soon." He kissed me softly. "But I'll give you a hint—they're about choosing you. Every day. Especially when it's hard."
My throat tightened. "Dez?—"
"Finish them tonight," he said. "After I'm done with you. Write down what you feel. What you want. What you need me to know. And I promise you that whatever you say will be perfect."
"What if I cry?"
"Then you cry." He lifted me slightly, positioning me over his cock. "I'll probably cry too. Gianna keeps telling me I will."
"Really?"
"Really." He lowered me onto him slowly, and we both groaned. "Now. You have six people properly seated on that seating chart. Which means you've earned something."
"What's that?"
"Permission to come as many times as you want." He gripped my hips, helping me rise and fall in a rhythm that had me gasping. "So take what you need, baby. Take everything."
I did.
I rode him hard, chasing the orgasm that had been building since he first bent me over the bed. His hands guided me, his mouth found my breasts, his words—filthy and sweet and everything in between—pushed me higher and higher until I was crying out his name as I came.
He continued, triggering a second and third orgasm.
“Tight.” He growled. “You’re gripping me so tight.” He pulled me down hard as he fucked me. He was close. His face wastight with concentration as he worked us both over. “Now!” Dez spurted inside me, groaning into my neck as he came.
