“You never cease to amaze me, Tidas Combs.” She smiles then goes back to eating her sandwich.
“There’s a sewing competition every year, right?” She nods and then thinks about it.
“Yes, but it’s usually quilts, though.”
“Let’s ask for entries for dresses. The ribbon winners can be in the celebrations.” I shrug like this is an easy solution. “I think it would be fun.”
“It’s not your worst idea.” She smirks after she takes the last bite of her sandwich, and I reach over and take the box out of her lap and place it on the table beside me.
“Are you done?”
“With being sassy or eating?”
“Both,” I growl just as I push her legs out of my lap and kneel in front of her.
“Tidas, what are you doing!” she squeals as I spread her legs and pull her ass to the edge of the seat.
“Eating your pussy, what does it look like?”
“B-but the door,” she moans when I pull her panties to the side and bury my face between her legs. “It’s not locked.”
I hum against her wet lips and then lick between them as I inhale. Without telling her to, she grabs the hem of her dress and pulls it up higher so I can have more of her. I throw one of her legs over my shoulder, opening her up. She moans louder when I slide my thumb into her pussy and then rub circles at the opening.
“More.” She raises her hips, trying to take more, and I smile against her.
“So bossy.” I slide my wet thumb to her ass and rub over her tight little bud while I lick her clit.
“Shit.” She grips my hair and I know she’s so lost in pleasure she’s not thinking of anything else but me.
That makes me so fucking hard, and I lick faster, desperate for her release. She’s right at the edge, and just when I press my thumb into her, she gives it to me. Her sweet cries of pleasure make me grunt as she rides my mouth.
“Get on my dick.” I pull down the front of my sweats and let my hard cock spill free as I pull her off the chair. She barely has time to catch her breath as she straddles me, and I thrust into her. “Fuck, that’s it.”
I’m on the floor with my knees spread wide, and she’s got her legs on either side of me. I sit on my feet and bounce her up and down, her wet pussy still pulsing from her orgasm.
“How do you keep getting tighter?” I clench my jaw. “It’s like I can’t break you in no matter how many times I try.”
“Tidas, that's so dirty.” Her arms wrap around my neck, and I bite the top of her breast.
“You love it.” I look down and see my teeth mark on her cleavage and thrust into her harder. “That’s what you get for giving me that cherry.”
“You can’t say that,” she moans, and I feel her pussy clench around me.
“Yes I can.” I lick my lips. “You know I love that this pussy has only had my cum.”
“You’re filthy.” Her eyes meet mine, and then she kisses me like she needs it to survive. I can’t help but smile as I feel her body tense, and then she climaxes all over my cock.
“Good girl,” I say, slowly moving her up and down so it draws out her pleasure. “Look at how pretty you are with my cock in you.”
“Oh god,” she moans and keeps going.
Then it’s my turn to lose myself and fall over the edge with her. My hard cock is covered in our need, and even when I’m finished, I don’t let her go. I kiss her neck, her cheek, her lips, anything my mouth can reach.
“Just call me Tidas next time. God seems so formal.”
Chapter Fifteen
VALERIE
I lift my head, expecting to see Tidas when the bell on the front door of my shop chimes. Instead Gracie comes gliding through, and I notice her delivery truck parked out front.
“Lunch?” she asks, and I don’t know how she manages to make her work overalls look so adorable.
“I think I have lunch plans.” I reach for my phone to check my text. “Or not.” I try to hide my disappointment that Tidas just cancelled on me.
Over the last week he’s been a lot busier. Though I only have the week before to judge this behavior on. We’ve spent almost every second together since then, with both of us leaving work earlier than usual and always sleeping over at his place. Could the honeymoon be over already?
“Let’s go to the diner then. You know meatloaf day is my favorite.”
“Sure,” I laugh. I close out the tabs on my computer before going to grab my purse. Gracie follows me into the back.
“Ohhh. Why do you have your dress out?” Gracie runs her fingers across the top of the wedding dress.