She’s clenching around me, pulling me deeper as her arousal coats my hand.
I build her up slowly, moving my fingers in a gentle rhythm, tongue lapping faster now until she’s trembling on the edge. “Come for me, baby, give me one.”
She does, crying out my name, her pussy pulsing around my fingers, her juices flooding my palm as waves of pleasure crash through her. I soothe her through it, licking softly as her thighs twitch in my grasp.
As I rise, I strip off my shirt and pants, my hard cock springing free, its tip leaking pre-cum at the sight of her.
She reaches for me, her eyes dark with need, and I climb back over her, settling between her legs.
Our gazes lock as I run the head of my cock along her slit, coating myself with her wetness, notching at her entrance. “I love you,” I say, pushing in slowly, inch by inch, feeling her stretch around me.
She bites her lip, nodding as her hands rest on my shoulders. “God, Reed, I love you so much.”
I begin moving with deep, unhurried thrusts that rub against her clit with each pass. “You think I don’t know every sound you make, every shiver? I’ve memorized ‘em all.”
She moans in response, wrapping her legs around my waist and pulling me closer.
I kiss her deeply, swallowing her gasps, while my handtangles in her hair and the other caresses her breast, pinching her nipple just enough to ignite more heat.
The pace I set remains tender yet intense, each plunge drawing out her wetness, the wet sounds of us joining filling the room.
Her walls flutter, building again, and I angle my hips to go deeper, brushing that sweet spot.
“That’s my good girl, takin’ me so well.”
She clings tighter as her nails graze my back, our breaths mingling as we chase the peak together.
Her orgasm hits first, her pussy clamping down and milking my cock in rhythmic squeezes.
I follow seconds later, thrusting deep and spilling inside her, filling her as I groan her name.
We stay close together, my weight a comforting blanket over her, as we press our foreheads together, hearts beating in sync. I kiss her softly, before rolling us onto our sides, remaining buried inside as my hand finds hers, my fingers lacing over her new ring.
Mine.
epilogue
. . .
reed
One Month Later
Iglance back at the clock on the nightstand, my heart racing, not just from the heat building between her thighs because of me, but from the minutes slipping away.
Our wedding is in two hours, and here I am, tangled in the sheets of our hotel suite, my hands roaming her body as if I can’t get enough, because I can’t.
My soon-to-be wife couldn’t wait until after the ceremony, and truthfully, neither could I; I needed to see her now.
She’s already in white lace lingerie, the delicate fabric hugging her thighs, and the sight of her steals my breath away.
“Reed,” she breathes, half-laughing, half-protesting, as I trail hot kisses down her neck. “We’re going to be late to our own wedding.”
I lift my head, my dark-framed glasses slightly askew yet still perched on my nose, a soft smile tugging at my mouth.
“Shh, my love,” I murmur, my voice low and soothing as I bare her breasts, the cool air pebbling her nipples. “We’ve got time. Let me worship you one last time before you’re mine forever.”
I slide my hands up the insides of her thighs, my thumbs brushing the tender skin just beside where she’s aching most.
