Page 105 of Sterling Fight

“You won’t.” My voice is too sharp, my answer so quick. My heart is hammering, and I loosen my bow tie, then strip off the cummerbund.

“Unbutton my shirt?” I ask, as I shrug off my jacket next and kick off my shoes. I just want Genie’s hands on me.

When my shirt is open and untucked, she reaches awkwardly behind her back, like she intends to unzip her dress, but I gently catch her arm.

“Would it sound weird if I asked you to leave your dress on?”

“Not as weird as how turned on I am at the prospect of you burying your head beneath my skirt.”

She tugs at the side of her dress and smiles seductively.

I lay down on the chaise with my head where my feet should be. Hastily, I unlatch the tux pants and shove them down to free my heavy cock. I’m rock hard with anticipation. I don’t think I’ll last more than thirty seconds in Genie’s mouth, but I want this moment.

With my hand on her hip, I guide her to straddle my face, tucking her dress up over her back. Within seconds, Genie has her hand wrapped around my shaft.

I lick up her seam. She takes me in her mouth.

And my mind is blown.

I rim her folds and tickle her clit with my tongue and all the while she drags up and down my dick. This is a million times better than any fantasy I’ve ever had of this woman.

This woman who lets me play her body and strings out mine.

This woman who smiles at me like I light up the world. And I want to.

I’d give her everything and anything she asked of me.

I lap while she sucks.

Her hips rock, mine buck, and too soon my balls tighten and my back spasms. Dammit. I come hard and fast. My dick betraying me, jolting in the warmth of her mouth, and shooting off down her throat.

“Fuck,” I mutter pulling back from Genie. “I was too worked up. And you didn’t yet.”

“I’m okay,” she says, glancing at me over her shoulder.

“Fuck that.” Awkwardly, I assist Genie off me and sit upright, shifting my position so the top of my head is pressed against the raised arm of the chaise. “Back on my face, firefly.”

Genie chuckles anxiously, and I see her shutting down, but I won’t let that happen. Her pleasure is my pleasure, that’s on my couple goal list. With my hand at her hip, I guide her back over me, lifting her skirt and burying my head beneath it. Genie holds up the front, while her other hand catches on the raised arm of the chaise.

“My God, this is better than any romance novel.”

I smile against her slick skin. My girl has her own fantasies, and I want to bring all of them to life.

With another lick of her folds and a twirl of my tongue on that sacred nub, I add two fingers to the mix. Working in and out of her heat. Letting her essence drip over my cheeks. I want to drown in her scent and her sounds.

“Judd,” she cries out. Her hips gently rock and I feel myself growing stiff again.

As she breaks around me, I sigh with relief.

I’m so full of love for this woman I don’t know how to contain myself. And she said yes to being mine.

Fantasies are now a reality. Once dreams are now completed goals. Another wish has come true.

As Genie comes down from the high, she slowly pulls back and I scoot over, wanting her to slip in beside me. Breathless, I want to hold her a moment, and we squeeze together in the space made for one.

With her head on my chest, she draws on my skin where I’m free from ink. As if reading my thoughts, she sits up and tugs at the sides of my shirt and I slip out of it, then lay back on the chaise lounge.

Genie eyes my bicep where she’s seen the obvious mark of a unicorn with a rainbow horn covered in with faint blue lines. Then the giant words, check yes or no with the box for yes marked, and the smaller words beneath it which read: always check yes.