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My panties flood so fast that not even Noah’s Ark can save them.
I roll over onto my stomach, but when he motions toward my thong, I rise onto my knees and slide it down and off. I start on the garter next when he shakes his head.
I arch a brow. “Oh really? My husband wants me in nothing but a lacy garter?”
“It’s your wedding night, Georgie. My bride deserves to feel like one.”
I flip him off for, well, for all of that, and he grins, crooking his finger at me.
I lower my hands to the bed and start to crawl to him. More like prowl. An alley cat all attitude and tenacity until I get within striking distance, and he grabs my hips faster than I can anticipate and rolls us until I somehow end up straddling his face. My chin drops, and my eyes meet his, such a deep blue, they’re nearly black.
He can’t keep the smile from curling up his lips.
With his eyes still on mine, his tongue comes out and circles my clit before it slips lower and plunges straight up into me as deep as he can go.
“Ah!” I cry out, my head flying back, my back arching, and my eyes closing. My ass gets a solid smack, and then he’s taking my hips and dragging me down onto his face. He buries his nose in me, inhaling deeply and making a noise that I don’t think can be called human. His fingers dig brusingly into my hips as his tongue and lips make out with my clit. Deep kisses and hard licks that have me breathless in seconds.
He slides me back and forth, grinding me against his rough chin, feasting on me like a man possessed, and growling like an animal as he does. Swirls and deep fucks and noises that make my clit vibrate and my pussy leak.
Holy Christmas in Toledo, his mouth. His wicked, diabolical, sinful mouth. I can’t remember the last time someone went down on?—
Oh shit.
“Lenox,” I moan, even as I try to regain control because he’s sucking my clit into his mouth and using his tongue like a delicious weapon. “Do you think Ezra can hear us?”
In a flash, Lenox flips me over and gets right up in my face with a look that robs me of my breath. One hand meets my neck in a possessive clasp, and his other plunges two fingers straight inside me, all the way to his knuckles, until I’m moaning and whimpering at how deep his long, thick fingers can take me.
“You are not to have another man’s name on your lips while I am inside of you.” He starts pumping fast, furious, and without mercy. “Whether that’s my tongue, my fingers, or my cock.”
I can’t even respond because I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on in my life, and I don’t trust my words or my voice. They’ll betray the maelstrom of all that just did to me, and I can’t have that. Not when we’re this and not anything else.
“Then fuck me so hard, yours is the only name I know,” I challenge instead, quirking an eyebrow even as he rails me so hard and so good with his fingers that I’m a beat away from coming all over them. It’s noisy and mind-twisting and I’m so wet, and then he’s gone, sliding down my body and flicking the tip of his tongue all over my center. “Fuck!” I yell, grabbing his hair and ripping at it.
He blows cool air on my throbbing clit and uses his other hand to smack it, once, twice, three times, all the while he continues to thrust and thrust his fingers in and out of me, curling them, quirking them, blowing my absolute mind.
My back arches and my grip on his hair tightens as spasms start to build from within my core, intensifying until I’m a shaking, quivering mess of a woman. Until I’m screaming and ripping more of his hair and holding his mouth on my clit, pleading with him to never ever stop. My climax crawls up my spine and splinters me from the tips of my toes to the ends of my hair.
I don’t know how loud or quiet I am. I might in fact be singing, but I’m also moaning, and words spill from my lips. Needy words. Begging words. Words along the lines of fuck me and give it to me now and I need you inside me and I want, I want, I want.
His tongue swirls one last lingering lick, making me whimper at how sensitive I am, only to whimper again when his fingers slide out of me. I manage to quirk open my eyes even as I lie here boneless in the center of the king-sized bed. He licks his fingers clean and then crawls up my body and kisses me again, holding the sides of my head. He kisses me for a few minutes as if he can’t make himself stop while I catch my ragged breath.
“Don’t move,” he quips with an amused twist of his lips.
“Ha. Funny.”
His body slips from mine, and he takes off his pants and boxer briefs—thank God.
“You’re a midwife.”
I choke on a deranged laugh. “Um. You don’t have the right anatomy for that question.”
He climbs back over me and bites my shoulder. “You were on the pill. Are you still?”
Oh. Right. That stuff. “No,” I tell him. “But I do have an IUD, and yes, obviously I’ve been tested since I last had sex.”
“Me too.” He smacks my breast, watching it jiggle like it’s the most fascinating thing in the world. “I need to show you something though.”
Um. “Please tell me it’s not medical.”
