“We’re going to get married. Think of this as a test drive,” her voice is filled with sass.
“Fuck,” I growl.
My hand slides over her hip as I balance my weight on my other forearm. Her skin pricks with goosebumps as I take her mouth in a kiss that is part sweet and part brutal passion. When my fingers slide between her thighs and along the edge of her panties, I dip underneath and find her slit soaked with her arousal.
She moans into my mouth, and I swallow down the sound; it tastes like sugar. “So sweet,” I grunt. “So fucking wet for me.”
When I plunge two fingers inside of her tight pussy, her nails dig into my shoulders and my hips jerk with the need to be buried deep inside of her. “Oh,” she holds the word out, her hips rolling against my hand as I start to fuck her with my fingers.
I sit back on my knees and slide my hand under her back, undoing her bra before pulling it away from her body. Even though I hate it, I pull my fingers from her pussy, loving the way her juices glisten on my skin.
When I undress her completely, I meet her gaze to find hers hazy with lust, her eyes glazed over and her plump pink lips parted with her shallow breaths. Fuck, I want to see that same look on her face every day.
“You’re so wet for me,” I murmur, the words being pulled from me without even thinking about it. “So responsive,” my voice is filled with awe as her hips jolt as my hands slide up her legs and over her thighs.
“Rook,” her voice is filled with a plea without words.
“Tell me what you need,” my voice is rough and barely contained.
“You,” she moans, her back arching like she’s trying to get closer to me. “I want to feel you inside me. I need it,” her voice breaks slightly.
I don’t hesitate. I cover her with my body, the length of my cock sliding along her slit while being covered in her juices. She grinds against me, chasing the friction she needs.
“I’ve got you, Wildflower,” my voice is strained while I clench my jaw.
“Now,” she demands. “Fuck me, now, Rook.”
“Damn it,” I bite out.
While gripping the base of my cock, the crown finds her entrance, and I slide inside of her with one sure thrust. I don’t go fast; I savor the feeling of her opening up for me. It’s bliss in a way I’ve never felt before.
We both freeze for a moment when I’m buried to the hilt inside of her. Then her nails bite into my shoulders and I start to move. She meets every one of my thrusts, our bodies propelling us and our pleasure echoing and multiplying.
I feel the edge get closer, but I clench my entire fucking body, trying to hold off my impending orgasm. Not yet.
For a split second, the fact that I’m fucking my future wife bare, hits me right in the center of my chest. But it only pushes me closer to filling her with my cum.
My balls draw up as the sound of our bodies slapping together and our ragged moans fill the room. “I need you to come,” I grind the words out.
I can feel the way she’s getting closer to falling over the edge. It’s in the way her breathing has gone ragged. It’s in the way the walls of her pussy are starting to tighten around my length. It’s in the way her eyes are getting wider.
“I’m barely holding on,” my voice is a mix of a warning and a desperate plea.
“Rook,” my name on her lips comes out as a keening sound that goes straight to my balls.
“I’ve got you,” I promise. “Let go.”
As if my words are enough, her body locks up and I get a front row seat to every second of her pleasure. It’s too fucking much for me. I’m not strong enough and I sure as hell don’t want to be.
I follow after her with a roar, ensuring I’m as deep inside of my woman, my Wildflower, as possible. My vision goes hazy at the edges, the feeling of being buried inside of her making it feel like I’m floating.
I’m not entirely sure what is going to happen tomorrow and if we’ll really be able to make this work. But I hope we will.
And I sure as hell am going to do anything in my power to ensure I can keep holding my woman in my arms.
It’s as good a place to start as any.
CHAPTER 9
