“I wanted a special occasion,” she whispers the reminder.
That’s my clue.
“Finger,” I order.
She holds up her left hand, and I slide the ring down her finger. “Promise me two things.”
“Anything,” she rasps.
“One, you never take this off.” I touch the new accessory on her hand.
“I promise.”
“And two. If anyone asks, especially our son, we officially became engaged on a rowboat on Lake Spark and not in bed with you completely ready to undo me in sexy-as-fuck lingerie, knowing damn well that I have every intention of spanking you at some point this evening.” I’m dead serious.
She laughs and brings her hands to the back of my neck to play with my hair. “Totally promise on that. Now kiss me.”
One kiss. Two kiss. A third.
Quickly, I rise onto my knees and peel off my shirt before my jeans go too. My eyes never leave my fiancée who is watching me with a twinkle in her eye, her fingers exploring her own body and driving me wild.
I need to get my lips back on her, she’s my lifeline.
Back on my side, I begin to toy with the tiniest of bows between her breasts, and I hiss a breath because she really is a vision.
I rub my thumb across her bottom lip, and she takes my digit into her mouth to suck, making a point to swirl her tongue around.
I take a deep breath to calm myself down. “You have a few ideas in that head of yours, don’t you?”
“Uh-huh,” she hums before sucking hard.
Her lips pop off my thumb, and she slides down the mattress, eager to pull my length out of my boxers and stroke me first with her hand, and then her mouth is covering me.
“Fuck,” I curse as my head falls back onto the pillow. My fingers weave through her hair as she brings me to the back of her throat. Her sound of enjoyment and eyes seeking approval cause something feral inside of me to unleash. I swipe her hair to one side and pull it into a ponytail that I wrap around my hand, guiding her down on me.
I would be concerned by her slight gag if it weren’t for the fact that her delicate hand grips tighter around my base and her tongue glides along my length. I don’t want to go savage but the idea of a little drool rolling down her chin has me eager to postpone lovemaking until the next round, because first I need her to beg while she’s in this little outfit.
Brielle doesn’t relent and continues to work me with her mouth, but coming in her mouth just won’t do. Pulling her off me, I gently toss her to the side of me on the mattress, and I’m over her in a flash.
Her legs are already twisting around my waist to pull us flush together. My hand moves with speed, coasting down her body, until I find a strap from the suspenders that I snap against her skin.
She squeals and wiggles underneath me. “Uh-oh, have I been bad?” She plays along with a fun smile on her face.
My hand is back by her wrist to pin above her head. “Nah, you’re the image of the kind of woman I want to marry.”
I can’t get enough of her. As if the atmosphere in the room is drowning me, and the only way for survival is to run my lips down her body.
I grab hold of her bra strap between my teeth, dragging it down and causing her nipple to peek out, then I’m on that with my mouth. I’m being pulled in all directions, losing my mind.
Then I feel her hand with the ring on my cheek. She draws my gaze to meet her eyes. “Ford, inside of me now.”
Who am I to deny us that?
A few moments later, I’m inside of her with our hips rocking and lips sealed.
Sometimes in life, we get lucky, and it’s only better when what you get has been in front of you all this time, taunting you until you have it.
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