“You’re not supposed to be in here,” I tell his reflection in the mirror.
“I know that,” he says quietly as he closes the door behind him. “I came to check on you. I don’t like the way you keep getting sick in the mornings. It worries me.”
My heart melts for him all over again. “Aww, that’s really sweet of you, babe. But I’m fine. Queenie already told you about morning sickness and it will clear up on its own soon.”
“Yeah, I get that.”
My hand comes up to rub my belly without thinking. His gaze immediately follows the movement of my hands. His expression turns admiring. “You look incredible in that dress. It’s perfect for you.”
I smile up at him. “I bought it for two reasons. The first one was because it shows off my baby bump.”
He begins walking towards me. “And what was the other reason?”
“I’m being practical so I can show my hot accountant I’m not squandering my profits. You only wear a wedding dress once, but I’ll get plenty of wear out of this.”
Mica just laughs. “Seeing how hot you look in it, you ain’t gonna be doing much wearing of it if I have anything to do with it.”
He kneels down in front of me and puts his hands on my knees.
“Don’t get any ideas, babe. We’re about to get married, I’ve just fixed my makeup.”
My sinfully hot husband isn’t listening to a single word I’m saying. He’s too busy staring at the way my pretty white sundress cups my baby bump.
One hand slides up to rest on my belly. “Both of you look incredible today. A sundress was totally the right choice for our special day.” His free hand goes down to toy with the hem of my dress.
“Where is your mind right now, babe?”
“I’m thinking that you probably taste as good as you look right now.”
I lean back against the sofa and let my sexy husband look his fill. I chew on my bottom lip, wanting his mouth on me but knowing it’s all kinds of wrong. This man of mine has a very talented tongue. I can’t help but remember how quickly he can make me come.
I let my legs fall open. “We’ve only got fifteen minutes before they start playing the wedding march,” I tell him, suddenly feeling shy.
“That’s plenty of time for what I have in mind.”
“What’s that, babe?” I already know he loves putting his mouth on me. He craves it. And he already has that aroused look on his face that tells me his brain has left the building and his strong libido is taking over. Lucky, lucky me, is all I can think.
“I’m gonna take care of my queen, of course. I need to make sure she’s happy with me and sexually satisfied on our big day,” he says as he lifts my dress and shoves it up my body.
I gather it all up in my arms, trying to keep it from wrinkling, and eventually decide to carefully pull it over my head and drape it across the far side of the sofa. If I get rid of the dress my husband and I can play for a few minutes.
“You mean you want me to be a flushed hot sexy mess when I walk down the aisle.” I know just what to say to arouse him and it totally works.
His face lights up. “I hadn’t thought of anything nearly that devious,” he says as he gazes down at my white bridal lingerie. One hand comes out to trace around the lace at the topof my stockings. “I’ve never seen anyone in life half as sexy as you are right now. I never knew this kind of beauty existed in the world.”
“Babe, you always say the sweetest things.” I bring his hand up to my lips and give every single knuckle a kiss, before swiping my tongue over my favorite tattoo.
Mica groans and leans over to give me a hot kiss. “I wish I could take more time with you, but I have to be quick about our business.”
Before I can respond, he shoulders my legs apart more, pulls the scrap of white satin fabric aside and slides his tongue through my already wet slit. It feels amazing every single time he tends to me this way. He knows my body so well that he tips me over into an effortless orgasm within minutes. Quickie indeed, I think to myself.
I already know he’s going to try to leave with a swollen cock. He does that sometimes when we’re short on time. But I’m not letting him get away with it this time. I push him back onto the floor, kick off my panties and climb on top of him. Unzipping his pants makes me hot for him. When his cock springs free, I gesture down at it dramatically with one hand.
“You’ve got a big thick cock that needs attention. If you want, I can take care of that for you. That way you won’t be walking funny at your own wedding.”
“Look, darlin’. If you wanna take a turn on my cock, you don’t have to make up wild reasons. If you think we have time, go for it.”
“We have to make time,” I tell him playfully. “I can’t have the wedding guests thinking that I’m not taking care of my wifely duties.”
