He groans as my fingers brush against him through the denim. "Baby, if you keep touching me like that, this is going to be over before it starts."
I smile, feeling powerful and wanted. "We have all night."
"Yes, we do." His expression turns serious, intense. "We have every night. For the rest of our lives."
The promise in those words sends heat flooding through me. I tug his belt free, unbutton his jeans, and push them down his legs along with his boxers. He kicks them away, standing before me completely naked, unashamed, magnificent.
"My turn," he says, reaching for me.
His hands are gentle as he slides the straps of my lingerie down my shoulders, his lips following the path they create. The lace catches on my nipples as he pulls it lower, and I gasp at the sensation.
"Sensitive," he murmurs, a smile in his voice. "I like that."
The lingerie pools at my feet, leaving me naked except for the tiny lace panties. Axel drops to his knees before me, his hands gripping my hips, his mouth pressing hot, open kisses to my stomach.
"I love every inch of you," he says against my skin. "Every mark, every curve. All mine now."
"Yours," I agree, my fingers threading through his hair.
He hooks his fingers in the waistband of my panties, looking up at me with a question in his eyes. I nod, and he slowly draws them down my legs, his breath hot against my center.
"So beautiful," he whispers, pressing a kiss to the inside of my thigh. "So perfect."
I tremble as his mouth moves higher, my legs nearly giving out when his tongue finds me. He steadies me with his hands on my hips, guiding me backward until my knees hit the edge of the bed.
"Lie back," he instructs, his voice husky with desire.
I obey, watching as he settles between my thighs, his eyes dark with hunger. The first touch of his tongue makes me arch off the bed, a cry escaping my lips before I can stop it.
"That's it," he encourages, his hands spreading my thighs wider. "Let me hear you. No one to wake up. Just us."
He's right, we don't have to be quiet here. No thin apartment walls, no worry about disturbing Poppy in the next room. This house, with its solid walls and spacious rooms, is built for a family. For us.
The thought is lost as Axel's tongue circles my clit, sending waves of pleasure crashing through me. His fingers join his mouth, one sliding inside me, then two, curling to find the spot that makes me see stars.
"Axel," I gasp, my hips rocking against his mouth. "Oh God, don't stop."
He hums against me, the vibration pushing me closer to the edge. His free hand slides up my body to cup my breast, thumb teasing my nipple in rhythm with his tongue.
The dual sensation is too much. I shatter with a cry, my body arching as pleasure pulses through me. Axel doesn't let up, working me through every aftershock until I'm trembling, oversensitive.
When he finally pulls away, his chin is slick with me, his eyes wild with desire. He crawls up my body, kissing a path from my navel to my breasts to my neck.
"I'll never get tired of watching you come," he says against my throat. "Never get tired of knowing I'm the one who gets to make you feel that way."
I reach between us, wrapping my hand around his length. He's hard and hot against my palm, and the groan he lets out when I stroke him sends a fresh wave of desire through me.
"I need you inside me," I tell him, guiding him to where I want him most. "Please, Axel."
He braces himself above me, his eyes locked on mine as he pushes forward, filling me inch by exquisite inch. The stretch is delicious, my body still sensitive from my first orgasm.
"Fuck," he groans when he's fully seated. "You feel amazing. So tight—so perfect."
I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. "Move," I urge. "I need to feel you."
He starts slow, each thrust deliberate and deep. I can feel every ridge of him, every pulse, every twitch. My hands roam his back, feeling the muscles flex as he moves above me.
"My fiancée," he murmurs against my lips. "My wife soon. Mine."
