When she turns her head, my mouth finds hers, and I kiss her. My hands slide around her rib cage until I’m able to cup her breasts. They’re the perfect handful.
I continue playing with her body until her breathing turns uneven and she’s shifting against me. One hand glides down her torso to her lacy panties. My finger strokes along the waistband before slipping beneath it to the top of her slit. She’s so damn silky soft. Just remembering how delicious she tastes is enough to make me rock hard. Especially when she’s coming against my tongue. It’s doubtful I’ll ever get enough of it. Of her. She whimpers when I find her clit, circling it with lazy movements, wanting to give her as much pleasure as possible.
I press another kiss to the column of her neck. “Do you like that?”
Her hips rock against my hand. “I do.”
“Good, because I love touching you and making you come. Even more than that, I love the sounds you make when you’re flooding my mouth with cream. I love knowing that I give you so much pleasure.”
I shift, wanting her to feel exactly what she does to me. “Are you ready to be mine?”
“Please, Laiken.”
“You never have to ask twice. I’ll always give you everything you want.”
I lift her into my arms and press a kiss against her forehead. It only takes two long strides to reach the bed. After setting her on the mattress, I straighten, needing to take in the sight before me. Her breasts are high and perky, with rosy little nipples that beg for my attention. I lean down and tongue the one closest to me before sucking it deep into my mouth. With a groan, her back bows off the mattress, as if trying to get closer. My free hand settles over the other breast, plucking and tugging at the stiffened bud before palming the softness.
The incoherent little sounds that fall from her lips only spur me on. Her fingers tunnel through my hair, pressing me closer and holding me to her chest as I kiss the other breast before licking a hot trail to the middle of her rib cage and then along her belly until arriving at the elastic band of her panties. My fingers hook into the fabric as I glance up, needing to see that she’s still with me in this.
She moves against me. “Don’t stop.”
My gaze stays fastened to hers as I slide the material from her hips and slip it down her legs, leaving her completely bared to my sight. She remains still, not moving a muscle, hardly daring to breathe as my gaze slides from her breasts to her belly and then lower to her core.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” I murmur.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more beautiful woman in my life.
Her legs fall open, and my gaze drops to her pussy. A tortured groan rumbles up from the depths of my chest as I claim my spot between her spread thighs before pressing my mouth to her heated flesh. She’s velvety smooth, with just a hint of wetness coating her honeyed center.
When I nuzzle her again for a third time, she sighs, trying to get closer.
“That feels amazing,” she whispers.
My tongue dips inside her slick heat before I lap her slit with the flat of my tongue. It doesn’t take long before she’s writhing beneath me.
She’s so damn responsive to my every touch.
“I just want to eat you up all night long until you’re screaming my name,” I mutter against her softness.
“Please, Laiken,” she whimpers. “Please don’t stop.”
I’m not sure if I’ll ever be able to stop. It’s impossible to imagine a day when I’m fully sated and not hungry, desperate for more.
When her muscles tighten, I know she’s close to coming undone. I want to hear her scream out her pleasure. I love the feel of her fingers threading through my hair, locking me in place as I nibble and lick her delicate flesh. The way she moves her hips, spreading her thighs wide, as she attempts to hold me close. Her back arches right before she screams out my name.
It’s the best fucking sound in the world.
Her hips rock as I pin her firmly to the mattress.
When she thinks back to our wedding night, I want her to remember every single drop of ecstasy I showered her with. It’s only after she melts into the mattress that I press one final kiss against her pussy and then straighten. I lift my hand and wipe my mouth with my thumb and forefinger.
A dreamy smile curves her lips. “I love the way you touch me.”
“There’s no way you love it more than I do,” I tell her, because it’s the truth.
And the dazed look filling her eyes?
It means everything.
