"We should practice," she says with a grin.
"Practice what?"
Her smile turns wicked. "The wedding night." She hooks her leg over my hip and pulls me against her until my cock presses against the heat between her thighs and my brain short-circuits.
She rolls her hips against me and the friction makes us both groan. "Unless your hands are too sore."
"My hands are fine."
"Then stop talking, Rafferty, and touch me."
I kiss her. Slow at first, careful of her split lip, tasting the warmth of her mouth and the small sound she makes when my tongue finds hers. Her fingers slide into my hair and grip. Her hips move against mine with purpose, seeking the pressure, finding it, rocking against the length of my cock until I'm gritting my teeth.
I roll us over and pull back just enough to look at her. "Tell me what you want."
"You. Like this. Facing you. I want to watch."
I settle between her thighs. She opens for me, knees falling apart, her hand sliding down between us to wrap around my cock. She guides me to her entrance, slick and hot, and looks straight into my eyes.
"Slow," she whispers. "I want to feel every inch."
I don’t push inside her yet. I sit back on my heels instead, hands gentle on her knees, and spread her legs wider. Themorning light hits her perfectly. Golden across her stomach, her thighs, the soft, pink perfection of her pussy already glistening for me. I just look. Drink her in like a man dying of thirst.
“Fuck, Nadia,” I breathe, voice rough. “Look at you. So fucking pretty. So wet already and I haven’t even touched you yet.”
She bites her swollen lip, cheeks flushing darker. Her hands fist the sheets but she doesn’t close her legs. She lets me stare, lets me worship with my eyes the way she deserves.
I slide my palms up the inside of her thighs, thumbs brushing the crease where leg meets body. Then I use my fingers to part her pussy lips slowly, exposing every slick inch of her. She’s pink and shiny and perfect, clit already pebbled and begging. I stroke one thick finger up through her folds, spreading her wetness, circling her clit with a feather-light touch.
She gasps, hips twitching.
“So sensitive,” I murmur. “This little pussy is already dripping for me. You want my mouth on you?”
“Yes,” she breathes. “Please.”
I lower myself between her thighs, shoulders spreading her wider. I hook my arms under her knees and push her legs back and open, stretching her completely so nothing is hidden from me. Then I lean in and drag my tongue through her in one long, slow lick from her entrance to her clit.
She cries out, back arching.
I groan against her. “Taste so fucking good. Sweet and mine.” I do it again, slower, savoring her. Then I seal my mouth over her clit and suck gently while my tongue flicks. Two fingers slide into her tight heat, curling, stroking that spot inside her that makes her thighs quiver.
I eat her like I have all the time in the world. Long, lazy licks. Deep, filthy sucks. Fingers pumping slow and steady. Every timeher breathing speeds up and her walls start to flutter around me, I pull back just enough to keep her on the edge, never letting her tip over.
“Rafferty—fuck—please,” she whines after the third time I edge her, hips grinding desperately against my face. “I need to come. I’m so close—”
“Not yet.” I pull my fingers out and spread her open again with both hands, thumbs holding her lips apart so I can watch her clench around nothing. “I want you dripping down my chin before I let you come. I want you shaking and begging and so fucking desperate you forget your own name.”
I dive back in, tongue fucking into her while my thumbs stroke the sides of her clit. She’s begging now, fingers twisted in my hair, thighs trembling violently around my head. I edge her twice more, bringing her right to the brink and then backing off until she’s crying out in frustration.
When I finally slide three fingers back inside her and suck her clit hard at the same time, she shatters.
“Rafferty—oh god—I’m com’—fuck—!”
Her whole body locks up, pussy pulsing around my fingers, flooding my tongue. I don’t stop. I work her through it, licking and sucking until she’s boneless and whimpering.
Only then do I crawl up her body, cock heavy and leaking against her thigh. I brace myself over her, one hand cupping her bruised cheek with impossible gentleness.
“Look at me,” I rasp.
