“Me too.” I whisper to him as much of the thoughts as I can. His eyes widen as he nods, but I can see the tears that he’s forcing away.
Pulling him into me, I meet his lips as we move together, in sync with one another, his lips parting from mine as they fall back down to my neck, pressing light kisses. His hand slips between us, reaching for my clit and rubbing circles onto it. Every muscle in my body tightens before I feel the sudden release. The moan rips out of me and it only takes a second before Zane’s hand covers my mouth and he smirks.
My body vibrates around him until I’m gasping and he picks me up off of the sink once again, standing me on the ground before turning me around and bending me at the waist.
The atmosphere changes when he slips back into me, lifting me up until my back touches his back and my eyes look back towards him in the mirror as I watch his lips move at my ear. “Are you coming faster now?” he smirks in the mirror.
“I—I don’t know.” I gasp out as he slams into me and cocks his head to me. “This is the first time in a while.” I gasp. His eyes squint and he shakes his head, pushing me back down by the shoulders before he slams into me, ripping a moan out of me. His hand coming back up, covering my mouth, and using it to pull me back onto his cock.
“Can you be quiet?” he smirks as he speaks to me in the mirror. “I mean, I’m fine with fucking you until you’re moaning out my name so loud that everyone in the building can hear it.” He chuckles. “But I don’t think that you want that, do you?” I just look up in the mirror trying to speak, but it only comes out muffled by his hand. “What?”
He lifts his hand just enough to hear me. “I can be quiet.”
I watch a small sense of regret spread on his face before his hand wraps my hair around it and he pulls my head back, causing my pussy to clench around him.
“It’s driving me crazy thinking about it.”
“About what?” I whimper out as I feel my internal walls tightening around him.
“How you’re gonna walk down that aisle, marrying him, with my cum dripping out of you?”
I see the look on his face and his eyes roll back in his head. His hand on my hip tightens, pressing his fingers into my hip. Slamming into me hard and more erratic until he grunts as I follow behind him.
His arms wrap around me and pull me backwards into him. He just holds me, right there, still inside of me as well. He presses a kiss into the crook of my neck before burying his face and sighing.
“I don’t want to let you go.” He whispers.
“I don’t want you to.”
“You know I’m going to kill him, right?” he whispers again, causing me to look up and tilt my head at him.
“Zane, you can’t.”
“Don’t worry, baby. It’ll be airtight. They’ll never be able to connect it.”
Pushing myself out of his arms, causing him to fall out of me, I turn around and look at him. “Zane.”
“No, Tatum. Listen to me. He’s backed you into a corner here. And it’s fucking bullshit. There will be a time that you will be free of him, I promise you that, and I’ll be here.”
“I can’t ask you to wait.”
“You never have, but I am, and I always will. But I’ll see to it that it’s sooner rather than later.”
I sigh because I know what he’s saying.
“I’m sorry.” I whisper. He pulls up his boxers and I sigh, reaching down and pulling up my dress again. The regret of making him leave already filling me, as well as the dread of what this day will bring.
“Stop it.” He looks at me before turning me around to the mirror and zipping me back up. “I may not like or agree with your decisions. But I understand why you feel the need to make it. You won’t be in this predicament forever. And baby, I know you waited for me to pull my head out of my ass all those years.” He says as I turn around and look at him again, wanting to protest and tell him I wasn’t. “You look so goddamn beautiful, even if you hate that dress.”
“Zane, it’s always been you.”
“I know, psycho. It’s my turn to wait now.” He leans in, pressing his lips to my forehead. “It’s okay, you can have a practice marriage.”
I can’t help but erupt with laughter and shake my head as he says it. “Oh, a practice. Why are you going to be my last?”
He says nothing, just shaking his head as he looks at me, serious. His look makes me uncomfortable as I try to look away, but his hand comes up, stopping me and forcing me to look back at him. “Baby, like it or not, I’m gonna be the only one that’s gonna matter, and I’ll buy you whatever damn dress you want.”
I’m not sure whether to laugh or be shocked as I just continue to look up at him.
