She cocks an eyebrow at me but does as she is told. I pull her to stand back up and turn her around to face the bed. My hands roam her entire body. Little moans escape her mouth.
After torturing myself for a minute, I finally reach for the zipper of her dress.
“Do you remember that night in the hotel?”
She sucks in a breath. She does.
Very slowly, I pull the zipper down.
She had asked me to help her unzip her dress. It was like she was taunting me. I can remember it so vividly. The way she licked her lips. It was at that moment that the air shifted between us. Everything changed.
“Yes.”
Fuck if I don’t nearly lose it hearing her answer. I want to rush and strip her out of her dress however, I want to savor this moment more.
With the zipper of her dress now fully unzipped, I reach up and grab the right strap. I slide it down, kissing her shoulder, and arm as it goes. Once it falls to her wrist, I reach up, grabbing her breast. Her head falls back, and she wiggles against my cock.
I repeat the process with the opposite strap except when the strap hits her wrist, I remove it and bring her hand up so that I can examine the ring on her finger.
Fuck.
Fallon O’Neil is mine.
Mine.
I kiss her hand once before dropping it back down to her side. Fallon’s breath picks up as my hand skims her side. I grab the material of her dress and yank it down. It bunches at her waist. Spinning her around, I take her in. From her silky skin to her perfect tits. Her nipples are pebbled, begging to be touched.
Taking one in my mouth, I swirl my tongue and nip. Whimpers leave Fallon’s mouth as her hands find the top of my head. My hair is still too short for her to grab, even still, the way she touches me, holding me in place. I fucking love it.
She’s breathing heavily when I finally pull back.
“Are you wet for me?”
“Why don’t you find out for yourself?”
My dick twitches at her words. She holds her head high. When she is feisty, it makes me want her ten times more. She used to be so shy and quiet so when she gets smart, all I can think about is bending her over and spanking her.
So, without wasting any more time, I shove the rest of her festive dress down her hips, allowing her to step out of it.
Holy fuck.
Fallon is not wearing anything under her dress. Her bare pussy is on display for me. My eyes shoot to hers. All I see is desire. She smirks at me before her eyes drop to my erection.
“Well, are you going to touch me?”
“Such a smart mouth.” I lean in, biting her bottom lip. At the same time, I slide a finger up her thigh and between her folds easily.
She’s soaked.
She moans into my mouth as she reaches for my cock. “Trent…”
“I know, baby.”
I gently guide her down on her back on the bed. Her naked body has never looked so good. Maybe it’s because she’s now my fiancé.
Hovering above her, I line my cock at her entrance and tease her, only giving her the tip. She bucks her hips up to try to get more. I pull back, not letting her have it. Fallon groans and reaches out to run her nails down my chest. It’s enough to almost cave and sink in. I resist though, wanting to tease us both a little more. Now I won’t lie, it is pure hell not giving in. It’s almost painful. But knowing I’m driving her crazy underneath me is worth it.
“Tell me you love me.”