“God, Jamison,” I pant when the intensity finally begins to ebb. “That was…”
“Only the beginning,” he supplies in a voice that’s pure aural sex, making my eardrums threaten to come right along with my more intimate parts.
I open my eyes to see him standing in front of me, peeling off his armor piece by piece, until nothing remains but that loincloth. And then the loincloth is gone, and my husband-to-be is as naked as the day he was born.
Naked and so beautiful he takes my breath away. Every oiled muscle ripples and his cock stretches up to his navel, so plump and hard and delicious I can’t wait to get my mouth on him.
My tongue slips out to dampen my lips. I’m already anticipating the musky, salty, perfection of him on my tongue when he pulls me up and into his arms.
“None of that tonight,” he says, kissing me with the words as he draws me across the room. “Tonight is for you.”
“But I like it when you come in my mouth,” I say, moaning as he finds the top of my tube top and tugs it down, baring my breasts. “I like swallowing you down, and those sexy grunts you make.”
He curses as his fingers tease my nipples, building my need for him so fast it’s dizzying. “You’re a naughty woman, Maddie Whitehouse.”
“I am,” I agree, nipping at his bottom lip. “And I plan on being even naughtier when I’m Maddie Hansen. Think you can handle it?”
He cups my face and pulls back to look me in the eye, his expression so full of love it makes my soul spin right along with my head. “I can’t wait for it. I can’t wait for you to be my wife. I love you so fucking much.”
“And I love you.” I wrap my fingers around his cock and stroke him up and down, relishing the way he shivers beneath my touch. “So, are you really going to take me up against the wall?”
“I am.” The heat in his tone as he turns me around, pressing me against the cool plaster, makes my breath rush out and my body pulse. “I’m going to fuck you until you come so hard your knees give out.”
I arch my back, pressing against his erection, so eager I’m already trembling. “As long as you catch me when I fall.”
“Always.” His warm breath stirs my hair as he lifts my skirt and peels my panties down my legs.
And then his hands are digging into my hips and the blunt head of him is butting against my pussy. He slides inside where I’m so wet and ready, so primed for this man, for all the wicked things he does to me and the amazing way he makes me feel—so loved and cherished and sexy, all at the same time.
As we come together again and again, our pace increasing as the tension builds between us, I brace my hands on the wall and close my eyes, determined to memorize every moment of my private bachelorette party, the best bachelorette party ever.
At least as far as I’m concerned.
There’s no place on earth I’d rather be than here with my man, just like this.
I try to hold on, to draw out these stolen moments, but it isn’t long before the pressure building inside me is too much. I come with a cry, arching my back, lights dancing behind my closed eyes as waves of bliss roll through me from head to toe and all the places in between.
He comes a second later, his cock pulsing against my inner walls, drawing out my own pleasure until my knees threaten to give way.
But they don’t.
A few beats later, I breathe, “My knees made it through just fine. You know what that means, don’t you?”
“I have to fuck you again later?” he murmurs into my hair as he plays with my breasts, fondling them in a way that makes it clear I’m his very favorite plaything. “Harder next time, maybe with your hands tied behind your back and loads of dirty talk?”
I hum low in my throat. “Oh yes, please. All of that.” I sigh. “But now you have to stop touching me or I’m going to need more of you right now.”
“That can be arranged,” he assures me.