“You sure? ’Cause it looks like you almost lost a foot there.”
I nod again, completely pushing away the fact that I almost suffered a minor injury. It seems the lengths I’d go to just to make love to this woman is getting pushed further and further with each passing day.
The concern mixed with the tiniest dollop of a taunt vanishes the second my kisses travel down her stomach and the bunched-up fabric at her hips. In no time at all, I’m tasting her, her moans filling the room like a symphony of sounds I could play for the rest of my life.
Urgent, desperate fingers rake through my hair, tugging at the roots at my scalp as the sharp jerks direct where she wants my mouth. How she wants me to lick and suck and bite.
“Everett,” she gasps. “We can skip all that. Can you please just fuck me?”
My head pops up from between her thighs. “You’ve got quite a mouth on you, Mrs. Hayes.”
A grumble blends with a chuckle on her beautiful face, and she gives my hair one last tug. “Shut up and?—”
“Fuck you?”
She nods frantically. “Yes.”
It seems I don’t move quickly enough for her because she starts to pull at my shirt collar, dragging me up her body until our noses bump.
“Hi.”
Teeny giggles. “Hi.” She claws at my shirt, undoing the buttons and yanking at the last ones until she’s finally gripping at the sleeves. I do the same, lifting the pretty floral blouse she’s wearing and exposing the choice negligee she’s wearing to display everything she’s hiding underneath her clothes.
“This new?” I ask.
A teasing eye roll and a hand shoved into my chest is my answer. It’s followed by her gripping me, giving a painfully seductive stroke. I respond with a groan muffled into the crook of her neck just as a jolt of pleasure ripples down my stomach and straight to my groin.
“Okay, okay,” I mutter.
“Why are you stalling?” she whines.
“Because it’s fun watching you beg for it.”
Anger flushes her cheeks, and with one quick swooping move, I’m on my back with Teeny straddling me. I watch her, mesmerized by the sated glaze of satisfaction in her eyes and her bottom lip clamped under her teeth as she guides me inside her.
“Hmm,” Teeny hums, a low rumble vibrating through her as her hair falls over her chest. I can’t take my eyes off the delicate lace details pressing against her swelling cleavage. How I can see the protruding outline of her nipples through the thin material cupping her breasts. Even the shadows of her ribs bulging and relaxing as she takes in heavy gulps of air.
I sit up, leaning back on the heel of one hand and tracing her neck with the other. “You’re so damn beautiful,” I whisper against her collarbone. I let my tongue glide across her skin before kissing her lips. “And you drive me so fucking crazy with your body.”
Her movement stills, the rocking motion of her hips coming to a stop as she smirks with a wicked grin. “Oh, now look who’s begging for it.”
I deliver a sharp smack to her ass, and she yelps. The surprise in her face dissolves as I thrust upward, and her head falls back between her shoulders. “Right there,” she gasps. Her fingers start to move between us, getting herself off while I do my part. “Right there.”
I lean forward and yank at the cup of her bra, pulling at her nipple until it pebbles and grows rigid against the length of my tongue. I start to feel her body seize and tense.
“Oh god, Everett,” she whimpers, her voice sounding weak and restrained.
“Let it out, baby,” I urge. “I want to hear you get loud for me.”
“Everett!” I feel her come around me, the pulsing contractions of her orgasm gripping me so tight that I follow right behind her, taking pride as second place in this race for pleasure. I feel dizzy. High on this life that revolves around a dreamlike reality where I married Teeny.
“That was fast,” I comment.
A long, breathy sigh and a concurring nod is Teeny’s response. “I’ve been waiting since we left San Diego for this.”
“And you’ve been so patient,” I tease. I feel Teeny’s body shake, and an amused laughter fills the air. “What?” I ask, resting my chin on the hard part of her sternum.
“Just…” She rests her palm on her forehead, eyes pointed to the ceiling as if she’s looking for the right words. “I can’t believe we’re married.”
