He kisses up to my knee. “Fuck, I really should be good and tuck you in.”
“No thank you. Keep kissing.”
“I want to. Because you’re mine now,” he says, his hands on my thighs. “Mine because I put a ring on your finger. Mine because I was in the right place at the right time.”
I thread my fingers through his hair, and he leans into my touch.
Pulse pounding, I guide his head higher up my thigh.
He exhales against my inner thigh, hot and eager. “You like my kisses?”
“Love them.” I close my eyes because the room is spinning, and that’s better.
“I took a chance tonight,” he continues. “On what’s always felt like a cursed night. But you’re turning my luck around.” His grip tightens on my hips for a second before his fingers curl into the waistband of my panties and tug them down. “Will you be a good girl for me, Frankie, and let me have another kiss right here?”
I lift up, helping me bare my lower half to him. Eyes still closed, surfing on a sea of anticipation.
“I can’t believe how lucky I am. I know I’ve only known you for a few hours. I know that sounds insane. But I feel like I’ve known you my whole life, and I have this soul-deep certainty that I’m going to love you for the rest of my life. That you’re going to be the best part of my life.”
My heart is pounding so hard I’m sure he can hear it.
“Everything up until now,” he whispers against my thigh again, this time higher than before, and there’s nothing between him and my bare sex. “That was just laying the groundwork for me to meet you tonight and get to be your husband.”
My husband.
“I’m just…” He exhales heavily, right against my pussy lips. “This is my final birthday kiss, okay? We don’t need to do more than this, but I want to kiss you…right…here…” His lips brush the area just above my clit, and I jump. “Fuck yeah, you like that?” He presses his mouth to me again, more firmly, and then his tongue pulls up along my slit.
He hums happily and hunkers down, his shoulders pressing my thighs further apart. “Gonna kiss my wife. Happy birthday to me.”
“Happy birthday,” I whisper.
He licks me again, holding me open this time, and he groans in a way that I feel, in a way that says he likes the taste of me and that makes me clench hard around nothing. A desperate ache blooms low in my belly as he laps at me, licks turning to sucks, everywhere except my clit, until I’m squirming, and thenonlyon my clit until I’m moaning.
“Need to feel you come for me.” He lifts his head and gives me a hot, hooded look. “Can you, Frankie?”
I nod, words escaping me.
He lifts my hips and latches on firmly, pulling on my clit in time with the pulsing of my body.
Maybe he can hear my heart beat racing, because he picks up speed, going faster and faster, and my head is still spinning, but I clutch at the blanket, grounding myself, trying to hold on, to keep from taking flight because I don’t ever want this to stop.
My thighs are trembling, and it feels so good, so incredibly good. I never want him to stop kissing me between the legs.
“Happy birthday,” I whisper. “Happy birthday, happy birthday.”
I don’t know why he wants this to be the peak moment of his birthday, because it’s really a gift for me. So incredible.
His mouth between my thighs, his head between my thighs.
When he lifts his gaze again, this time without letting go of my clit, the entire world narrows to this moment. I stare at him in wonder, our eyes locked, as my clit throbs against his tongue, and I see in his eyes that he can feel it. He can feel the climax rippling through me, my whole body spasming. I’m gasping and laughing and clutching at his head, holding him there, holding on for dear life, as he pulses his tongue against the underside of my clit, swallowing my pleasure, keeping his mouth right where I want it, until I collapse back against the pillows.
Pulse pounding.
Heart racing.
Muscles absolutely liquid.
“Where in California do you live?” he asks into my thigh, his voice a soft purr against my skin. “I need to… I’m going to be there next… Are you near San Jose or Los Angeles?”
