"Stand up." It comes out as a command, rough with want.
She obeys immediately, rising on unsteady legs, and the sight of her, all flushed and disheveled, her blouse untucked and askew, makes my chest tight with something that goes far beyond lust.
I reach for the button of her jeans and flick it open, dragging the zipper down slowly. "Take these off for me."
She shimmies out of them, and I grip her hips to guide her back onto the sofa, positioning her against the cushions with her legs spread. Her panties are simple silk, cream-colored, already dark with wetness at the center.
"Look at you." I trace one finger along the damp fabric, and she whimpers. "So fucking wet. This all for me, angel?"
"Always," she breathes. "Only for you."
I hook my fingers in the waistband and drag the silk down her legs, tossing it somewhere behind me. She's bare now from the waist down, spread open on my couch, still wearing that cream silk blouse. The image is so carnal and beautiful I have to take a moment just to look.
Then I kneel on the floor between her thighs. I press a kiss to the inside of her knee. "I need to taste you. Need to feel you come apart on my tongue."
I take my time working up her thighs, kissing and biting the soft skin, letting the anticipation build until she's trembling, her hands fisted in the sofa cushions. When I finally drag my tongue through her center, she cries out—a sharp, broken sound that I feel in my cock.
She's slick and swollen and perfect, and I lick into her like I'm savoring a meal, like I could do this for hours and never get tired. My tongue traces patterns through her folds, circling her clit without giving her the direct pressure she needs, teasing until she's writhing beneath me.
"Please," she gasps, her fingers finding my hair. "Oh, God. Please, Nick—"
"Please what?" I pause long enough to meet her eyes, letting her see how much I'm enjoying this. "Tell me what you want."
"Your mouth. I need… I need more."
"More of this?" I seal my lips around her clit and suck, and the sound she makes is inhuman, a little feral, as her back arches off the cushions.
I work her mercilessly now, my tongue stroking fast and relentless while I slide two fingers inside her, curling to hit that spot I know drives her wild. She's clenching around me, soaked and desperate, her moans climbing higher with each thrust.
"That's it," I growl against her. "Let me feel you. Come for me, angel. Come on my tongue like a good girl."
She shatters.
Her whole body seizes, her pussy clamping down on my fingers, and she's crying my name over and over as the orgasm tears through her. I don't relent, working her through every wave until she's shaking and boneless, until her grip in my hair goes slack.
I press a final kiss to her inner thigh, then her hip, then rise up over her and take her mouth in a deep kiss, letting her taste herself on my lips. She moans into it, her hands clutching weakly at my shoulders.
"Bedroom," I rasp. "Now."
I don't give her time to respond. I scoop her up, and she wraps her legs around my waist instinctively, clinging to me as I carry her down the hall. The feel of her bare against me, wet and wanting, makes my hands shake as I lay her down on our bed.
I strip off my shirt, my belt, my pants—all of it discarded carelessly until I'm naked and hard and aching for her. She watches me with heavy-lidded eyes, her blouse still hanging open around her. I unbutton it the rest of the way and cast it aside, then I unclasp her bra and slide the delicate straps off her arms. Finally, she's bare beneath me.
Skin to skin. Nothing between us.
"In a few weeks," I tell her as I settle between her thighs, my cock nudging at her entrance, "you're going to walk down an aisle in that white dress I can’t wait to see on you. This whole city will see how gorgeous you are. What a fucking lucky bastard I am to have you."
I push inside her slowly, inch by inch, watching her face as she stretches to take me. Her mouth falls open, her eyes fluttering, and the wet heat of her gripping me is so perfect I have to grit my teeth against the urge to pound into her.
“And every single one of those people in that church is going to know that you belong to me. Only me. No one else.”
"Nick—" She wraps her legs around my hips, pulling me deeper. "God, yes."
"But this—" I’m buried to the hilt now, holding myself still as we both adjust. "This is ours. Just ours. Just you and me and the way you feel around my cock."
I start to move. Slow at first, deep and deliberate, pulling almost all the way out before driving back in. Her nails rake down my back, and I welcome the sting, want the marks she's leaving on my skin.
"So tight," I groan against her throat. "So fucking perfect. You were made for me, angel. Made to take my cock exactly like this."
