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“Then turn around,” I insisted, dropping her feet back to the floor.
When her toes touched the ground, she turned and thrust those damn hips back into me, all in the guise of needing help with the dress.
Saucy little thing she was.
I started in on the first of a hundred buttons when she gasped out, thrusting back even harder, “hidden zipper!”
Again with the fucking hidden zipper!
Looking closer, I saw it, white and nestled behind the faux buttons. With a firm yank on the zipper, the whole dress started to sag, then fall off of her. In one simple pull she was naked, except her white lingerie which, whew…
“Your turn,” she drawled, stepping back until she lounged back on the bed, crossing her thigh-high stockinged legs.
My fingers immediately unhooked my belt, then moved to my own buttons, starting at the collar fastener and quickly all the way down. There were so many damn layers to my uniform, it kind of infuriated me, but the way her eyes roved up and down my body with each button released, I tried to slow down a little and give her something to look at. There was also the issue of all the damn medals that Freya had convinced me to wear since it was my Alpha uniform. Taking three steps toward the little table and chair in our room, I slipped the jacket off my shoulders and hung it off the back of the chair, then managed the buttons on my white shirt next. The damn sleeve buttons were a bitch. Freya obviously noticed, because she uncrossed her legs and stood, stepping toward me to help me release them.
“I didn’t realize that you’d need help out of your outfit, too,” she said with a smile growing over her lush lips.
“Funny. Tommy was the one who had to help me into it.”
She wrinkled her nose, probably not wanting to think of her dad while we were literally getting ready to fuck.
Freya’s hands pressed against my chest, sliding over my shoulders to drag off my shirt now that the buttons were all taken care of. All I had left was the white sleeveless tank and…right. I’d put on my ID tags, which her eyes zeroed in on. Those delicate little fingers grabbed the chain and gently pulled until the tags were outside of my shirt, gleaming just for her.
“Think you can manage the rest on your own?” she whispered, leaning closer, ready for another kiss.
I was already working on my belt, and the rest, I could do one-handed.
Dragging my fingers through her hair, I gripped it in my greedy fist and pulled her face to mine, devouring her sweet vanilla taste.
“On or off?” she asked, grinding her lace covered breasts to my tank-covered chest.
“Off,” I huffed. “All off.”
She moaned in misery, but took a step back, hands behind her back.
With a kick of my shiny shoes, I watched her release the top of her white lace lingerie set, dropping it unceremoniously to the ground before her fingers played with the band of her garter belt, still holding up those sexy as fuck stockings.
“I changed my mind.” I stopped her, ripping my tank over my head before prowling after her.
Her chest rose and fell with excitement as I backed her right onto the mattress, dropping ass-first to the comforter. I couldn’t find any more words, so I grabbed her thighs, sliding my hands up until I had those sheer panties in my hands, then pulled gently. She lifted her hips to help, then tossed her arms above her head, closing her eyes as I dropped to my knees on the carpet, needing to taste her.
“We can do oral some other time,” she gasped out as I kissed a line up from the top of her stockings to the crease of her thighs. “I don’t want to waste my wedding night with oral.”
Waste? What a fucking insult.
That was when I dug my face right in, feasting on her lips and clit until those lush hips were jerking her cunt closer to my mouth, strangled noises leaving her throat.
“Ash…” she panted, shoving her fingers through my recently cut hair, trying to grab it, but it was too short.
With frustration, she dragged her nails down my scalp, sending chills down my spine as she cried out, coming all over my tongue.
“Waste,” I growled at her, wanting her to take it back.
“Not a waste,” she acquiesced, breasts heaving with each labored breath. “But I need you inside me. Please, I need your cock, Ash.”
Well damn, I couldn’t deny her; not when she said things like cock.
Pushing my boxer briefs down my thighs, I caught my socks on the way and stripped them all off as I kissed a line up her hip, spending a moment to lavish open-mouthed kisses on each puckered nipple.
