I took her mouth with mine, licking away the frosting still on her tongue so I could get to her flavor. It blew my mind that I was going to get to kiss this girl forever. Rainbow lips on mine until the day I died.
And if I went first, my ghost would chase her down for all the spooky kisses I could get.
It was hard to believe I had ever let myself deny this woman. Now that I had her, really had her, I couldn’t deny a single thing about her.
My hands found their way under her dress and up her long, smooth thighs. She gasped into my mouth when I grazed her panties, which I happened to know were pink and sheer and probably made of scrap material, they were so small.
Gripping the back of her thighs, I pulled her forward so her ass was at the edge of her chair. Then I ducked beneath the table and shoved my head under her dress, her legs over my shoulders.
“Adam, anyone could come in.” She wasn’t mad. She wasn’t even trying to push me away or stop me. That was because my girl, my future wife, liked the edge of danger as much as I did.
“You asked how much more perfect it could get.” I dragged my tongue along her inner thigh. “I’m gonna make you come while you eat wedding cake.”
I hooked my finger in her panties, tugging them aside to reveal her pretty little pussy, all glistening for me, clit swelling like a rosebud. Since she got to eat cake, it was only fair I ate my favorite dessert too.
“I love you, Adam,” she sighed.
“Love you too,” I murmured into her slick flesh.
“If Nanette comes in, I’m telling her I had nothing to do with this.” Her hips lifted, offering herself to me.
“That’s fair. Eat your cake, baby.”
I got to work on her pussy, licking the slick and swallowing it down. She moaned, and I hoped it was from what I was doing, but it could have just as easily been from the cake.
“What if someone comes in? What if they take pictures of us?” Breathy and not at all afraid, Adelaide ran her hand over my head.
Palms on her thighs, I pressed down to spread her wider. If someone came in, they’d see my head under my fiancée’s dress. She was protected, though. No one would see my girl. But they’d know. They’d know how good she was getting it. How much she loved it.
“Mmm…I like the raspberry and chocolate. It’s so good.” Her hand appeared next to my face. On her fingertip was raspberry filling. I swirled my tongue around her finger, licking it clean, then I went back to eat what I truly wanted.
“You like that better? Does my pussy taste better than that?” Her hips bucked. “Oh god, if I scream, they’ll run in here. I’ll have to tell them what you’re doing to me. What if they all watch? They won’t leave. They’ll all stand and watch as you make me come.”
I took her clit between my lips, sucking and licking at it. Taking my time wasn’t an option. Not with her sassy mouth driving me crazy. The thought of people seeing her come, people I hadn’t given permission to watch, made me want to destroy things. No one got to see Adelaide like that unless I let them and she agreed.
“Adam,” she rasped. “Oh god. I’m gonna come. Please don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”
Her legs flexed on my shoulders, and she ground her pussy into my mouth, but she stayed quiet as she came, panting and letting out the softest whimper. And then she slumped in her chair, her legs falling open.
I kissed her thighs, grinning at how lucky I was.
“Come here, smiley,” she cooed.
“Smiley?”
She tugged on my hand. “I feel you smiling down there. Let me feed you cake and take care of you.”
Moving was difficult with an erection attempting to plow a hole through my pants. I managed to sit in my chair, then Adelaide hopped up, leaned over me, and unzipped my jeans. She reached inside and freed my cock. When I started to protest—god only knew why the hell I was protesting—she shushed me.
My beautiful, beautiful girl spun around, took my cock in her hand, and slowly lowered herself onto me. Her dress spread over us, giving us cover, but we were skating a dangerous line.
Dangerous was my favorite kind of line.
“Bounce me on your cock,” she murmured. “I’ll feed you my favorite cakes while you fuck me.”
She braced her feet on the floor and leaned forward to choose cakes, giving me an incredible angle to thrust upward, striking her deep. She gasped, rippled around me, but continued to pick up icing on her fork.
I gripped her hips while she fed me over her shoulder. I had no idea what she was putting in my mouth. It could have been cardboard for all I tasted it.