He’s pulling my sweater over my head now and tossing it, then his mouth moves toward mine and looking into those dark, beautiful eyes of his it feels real. All of it. I take his jaw into both hands and I’m the one that starts the kiss. I taste him gently at first, and then my fingers glide across that sexy stubbled jaw into his hair and I smile against his lips because I know if I asked him to always wear stubble for me, he would. If I asked him to take me somewhere specific for our honeymoon – to not take me to a place I hate, he’d listen. If I told him to stay away from my asshole father, he’d listen. If I told him I needed his help because I was overwhelmed, he’d probably do it all, relieve me of all my duties to let me have the time I need to focus on what I need to.
I deepen the kiss. He’s letting me guide this and I think he’s enjoying it. I feel my bra get unclasped and then it’s gone and he’s hovering over me while I’ve got both hands in his hair, my legs widening. He quickly snatches my panties at the hips on both sides and hauls them down as his mouth then moves away from me. I’m about to protest but before I get a word out, he’s sucking on my neck, then moving down and feasting on my boobs before moving his mouth lower, lower, and lower still… lips touching all the way down until his mouth is between my legs.
My back arches as he sucks deep on the perfect spot.
“It’s about time,” I whisper.
“Hm?” He looks up.
“You promised me this the day we met and never delivered,” I inform.
His fingers grip me tighter, and he lifts his head. “I’ll have to make that up to you. Daily.”
“Don’t write checks you don’t want me cashing.”
“Wildberry, I invite you to climb on my face at least once a day. Whenever you want my mouth on you, you can have it. In fact…” He then sucks on my clit. Hard. “Don’t you dare stop me because I want to taste you every day for the rest of our lives.”
I cry out at the intensity of what that hot mouth does while absorbing the sensation of his warm, strong hands, which glide up both hips, whispering across my stomach and my ribs until they’re massaging both breasts. He continues to feast between my thighs; I feel his stubble on my inner thighs, his strong hands touching me, the heat from his body, and fire from his gaze.
He’s staring at my face while he eats me out and this is insanely hot. He likes what he’s doing. He’s not just doing it out of obligation.
He moves slightly and I can see he’s now got his cock in his fist. Seeing that, coupled with feeling what I’m feeling – sensation bolts through me, making me come, hard. Super-hard. It’s a body-shuddering experience with animalistic sounds escaping my mouth. I come so hard, my toes cramp while I grip his hair too hard.
As I’m coming back down to Earth, he flips me to my stomach and I know he’s about to crawl up my body and slam inside me, so I roll, quickly and catch a look of surprise on his face.
My body is like freshly squished Jell-O, but I manage to tug his hand and guide him to his back.
I press my lips to rock-hard abs, practically salivating at the idea of being able to return the favor he just gave.
As soon as my lips wrap around his thick crown, the sound that comes from him makes my body erupt with sensation. Connection. Bliss.
“No knotting in my mouth or I might choke to death,” I warn.
He chuckles. “Can’t knot in your mouth, wildberry. Doesn’t work that way.”
“Okay then,” I say with a smile and then I twirl my tongue around the tip of him several times, squeezing up and down his length before taking him as deep as I can.
The humor on his face vanishes. Intensity is back as he watches. He watches with rapt attention, looking at me like I’m the hottest thing he’s ever laid eyes on.
“Fuck, Amelia. Fuck, yeah.” His fingers glide through my hair and he hangs on gently. “That’s amazing, baby,”
My gag reflex tries to ruin things, but his words and his body language give me the strength to keep going, to soak in the praise and do my best to make it the best head he’s ever received. I want him to remember this long after this is over; maybe he won’t forget me entirely later on when he finds his real soulmate.
I scratch that thought and remind myself that I’m the soulmate.