She swirled her tongue around the top, slow and teasingly, until she finally plunged her entire mouth down onto my cock.
I arched up off the bed at the bold move, used to something a little sweeter from her.
“Sabrina!” I cried out, surprise evident in my voice.
“We have to move this along quick,” she teased. “We have two minutes, start to finish, before I’m riding you like a prized stallion and putting you to bed. You can time me.”
I would’ve laughed had she not been a little bit serious. Oh, and if I had the energy.
Every last bit of what remained was focused on what she was doing between my legs.
Over and over she would gag herself on my cock until eventually I had to start panting to hold myself back.
“You’re about to get no prized-stallion time,” I grated out through clenched teeth.
She laughed. “I’m pacing myself. You’ll make it.”
I didn’t help her find the hole, as she liked to call it. Normally when she was on top, I was still topping, because she found it better when I was the one doing the work.
This time, though, she really did do all the work, lining my cock up with her entrance and slowly sinking down until I filled her fully.
I groaned, my eyes closing as she started to ride me.
She kept the pace slow, exactly how I usually didn’t like it.
“Why so slow?” I moved my hands off the bed to rest on the tops of her knees.
“Because I don’t want to wake you up,” she teased, her voice hypnotic. “I want you to get some sleep after this, remember?”
I chuckled. “How’s the time?”
“In our final minute,” she goaded.
There was no fuckin’ way…
She started to rub her clit, also usually my job, and I couldn’t stop myself from opening my eyes a crack to see.
Her fingers worked, fast as lightning, as she slowly rode my cock.
I saw it the moment before it happened.
Her nipples pebbled into tight, turgid tips. Her head fell back. Her pulse bounded quickly at her neck.
And tiny little goose bumps broke out over her body.
Then she started to clench around me.
It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
Funny enough, I did end up finishing exactly when she said I would.
I fell asleep not even two seconds later, her weight collapsed on top of my chest.
EPILOGUE
Nobody has seen you look worse than the small store on the corner nearest your house.
-Sabrina’s secret thoughts
SABRINA
Two and a half years later
I got up.
With bleary eyes, I walked out to the kitchen, making sure the coffee was made before I went out to the deck.
The sound of the waves rolling in was a soothing balm to my overworked soul.
My eyes lit on the photo of my husband and me riding away to our wedding, my dress poufed out and flying wildly all around me.
The memories from that day were clear as crystal.
• • •
I met my husband/husband-to-be at the courthouse. Or tried to.
I walked, actually, even though I was in heels.
The courthouse was exactly eight blocks away, and I wanted to ride home on the back of my husband’s bike.
To do that, it would mean walking, because I didn’t want to leave my truck there only to have to go get it some other day.
Not with all of the guys being so busy that one of them would have to take off from what they were doing to get me there. And it was already a struggle as it was, with all of them picking up slack where it was needed due to the hurricane.
That was why, when I heard the bike growling toward me, I knew that I would be in trouble.
Because no matter who that bike belonged to, the word would get back to Price.
But, as I turned around to see who it was, I was surprised to find Price glaring at me.
“You did not walk,” he growled.
I looked at the house, which was about five hundred yards away. Then at Price.
And shrugged.
“I didn’t want to leave my truck there. I wanted to ride on the back of your bike,” I told him.
He sighed and held out his hand.
Even dirty, sweaty, and tired, he was still the most beautiful man I’d ever seen.
“Where’s your helmet?” I asked curiously as I climbed on behind him.
My dress poufed out all around me.
When he’d told me we were getting married last night, I’d driven to the local bridal shop to see if they had anything that would fit me at the last moment.
I’d found something—a dress returned because the bride had backed out of her own wedding—and had immediately fallen in love with it.
Bonus, it was on sale. Meaning, I walked out of there with a dress of my dreams, all at a price point that wouldn’t hurt my wallet.
Or Price’s, since sometime over the last few weeks, he’d combined our accounts into one.