My lips slid over hers, soft and tentative at first. She slanted her head a little, fitting us together even more perfectly. One of my arms cradled her, supporting most of her weight, and with my other hand, I framed her face, my thumb brushing over the crest of her cheekbone. She was smooth and perfect under my touch, and my dick, already interested in the goings-on, grew harder, straining against the fly of my uniform pants.
My heart was pounding, and although I’d intended to take things slow, I couldn’t help running the tip of my tongue over the seam of her lips. As though she’d only been waiting for that cue, she gave a small hum of approval and opened her mouth. Our tongues met, caressing in an intimate dance that drove me out of my mind.
Suddenly, urgency and need pounded in my blood. Reason fled, leaving in its wake only impatient desire. I couldn’t think about anything except laying Jacqueline out here on the grass, tasting every inch of her sweet body and then slipping inside her, rocking against her until we both came so hard we lost our minds.
Her hands, which had been trapped between our bodies, snaked up to wrap around my neck, drawing me even closer as she arched into me. Through the thin cotton of my shirt, I could feel the softness of her tits, and then, when she pressed even harder, I felt the brush of her nipples stiff as they rubbed against me.
My hand trailed down her throat to cover one of those tempting breasts, cupping it and reveling in the fullness and weight in my palm. My thumb circled the bud, teasing closer but not quite close enough, if Jacqueline’s moan of frustration was any indication. She wriggled, trying to shift so that I touched her where she wanted me the most. But I held her still within my arm, leaving her swollen lips to kiss across her cheek and whisper into her ear.
“Shhhh ... I’ve got you. Tell me what you want.”
She dropped her head back, and I took advantage of her exposed throat, tracing a line below her earlobe and down to where her pulse thrummed.
“Touch me.” She breathed out the two words.
“But I am.” My mouth skated down to the skin exposed by the neckline of her dress, venturing nearly to the swell of her breast. “Don’t you like it?”
“My ... oh, for God’s sake, Owen. Please.” Her voice was tortured. “Touch the damn nipple. Pinch me there.”
I lifted my mouth, hovering it over the tip of her breast. “Right ... here?” Without waiting for her to answer, I sucked the bud between my lips, wetting the cloth of her dress as I bit her gently. She sighed, her fingers spreading over the back of my head. Now that I was where she wanted me, clearly she wasn’t taking any chances with me moving away.
“I want you so fucking bad.” I spoke against her covered flesh. “I wish I had you somewhere private, where we could do anything we wanted, all night long.”
“Yesssss ...” Her response was more a groan than a word. “What would you do first? If we were alone ... without a hundred and fifty people partying a dozen yards away?”
Replacing my lips with my fingers, I rubbed her nipple between them. “What would I do first? Hmmm. First, I’d strip this dress off you ... but not fast. No, I’d pull it off slowly ...” I released her breast and slipped my hand beneath the strap that held up her dress, easing it down just a little. “I’d reveal your luscious body to my eyes by degrees, just enough to tease us both.”
She sighed, her eyes closed. “I think you mean torture.”
“Could be.” I pressed a kiss to her now-bare shoulder. “I’d taste every part of you that came into view. Once you were completely naked, I’d spend as much time as I wanted here.” I blew on the damp material that covered her stiff nipple. “I’d suck both these nipples, and I’d cover your tits with kisses. And then ... I’d move lower.”
She gave a strangled little cry. “You’re killing me. Absolutely destroying me.”
“Yeah, I’m right there with you.” I shifted a little and reached down to rearrange things between my legs. I was so fucking hard for her.
“I could straddle you right here and now.” Jacqueline’s hand followed mine, covering my cock, her fingers outlining my shape. “It wouldn’t be what we both want, but it would be something.”
“No.” I threaded my fingers through hers. “I want to say yes, but I’m just selfish enough—and maybe just hopeful enough—to think maybe we could have everything we’re talking about here. I was hoping maybe you’d see me again, after tonight. We could ... you know, have dinner. Go to a movie.”
“Get naked together?” She cocked her head, one side of her mouth twisting up.
“Absolutely on the agenda.” I nodded. “So, while I’d love to have you dry hump me here and now, I’m going to try something I’ve heard about before. It’s called delayed gratification, and some say it makes the results even more worthwhile.”
“Ah.” She lifted one shoulder. “I’ve heard of it. Never tried it myself.” She brushed her fingertips over her breast, just flicking over the turgid point. “Seems a shame to waste this chance to at least whet our appetites, though. Or maybe take the edge off.”
“I don’t want the edge off.” I captured both of her hands and brought them to my lips. “When we have that time and space, I intend to use that edge to drive you out of your fucking mind over and over and over again.” Lowering my voice, I stared into her wide eyes. “I want you face down, bent over a table, your ass in front of me, your legs spread. I want you up against a wall, pinned there by my dick buried in you and my hands on your tits. I want you on your back in a bed, screaming my name, my face between your legs. I want you on top of me, riding my cock until we both come again and again.”
Her pupils had dilated about halfway through my little speech, and her lips drooped open. “Oh, My. God. Delayed gratification, huh? I think I can make that work.” She swallowed. “Not that long delayed, right?”
“Not if I have my way. I’d take you somewhere now if I could, but the fact that no one has come looking for me yet is a freaking miracle. They’ll have to cut the cake or throw the garter or some such shit, and God forbid they do any of that without me there to be in the pictures and smile pretty.” I rolled my eyes, but I hoped she could tell from my voice that I wasn’t reallythatserious. Yeah, the wedding stuff was silly to me, but I had enough respect and affection for my friends that I’d do all that and more to make them happy.
“You’re not wrong.” Regret tinged her tone. “And my ... uh, friends are probably wondering if I got lost. After all, I don’t know anyone else here besides them except Sam and Max. They’ll get suspicious.”
“I guess we shouldn’t go back in together, then?” I glanced at the light spilling out of the tent. “I know that if I walk in with you, one of my buddies or their women will pounce on us like a mouse on cheese.”
“Am I the cheese in this scenario?” Jacqueline sat up and fixed her dress, making me sigh with regret.
“We both are.” I shook my head. “And don’t think that I don’t want you to meet my friends. I’m just protecting both of us from their, ah, intensity.”
