Page 78 of Bossy Bride: Emma and Jesse

Her hand is back on my cock, slowly sliding up and down my shaft. This slowness, it’s almost agonizing. And when the tip of her thumb begins caressing the tip of my cock head, I have to close my eyes and remember to breathe. She feels that good.

Her fingers reach down and play with my balls as I slide my hand down her stomach, over her hip bone, and slip it right between her legs. I press two fingers inside her wet opening and she arches her back a little. And when I glance up at her face, she’s got her eyes closed and she’s biting her lip.

I want to wait. I want to explore her body and play with her pussy forever.

But she takes that decision away from me when she maneuvers her legs over me and takes over, becoming the bossy bride she was always meant to be.

She rubs her pussy over the top of my cock as she holds my face in her hands and kisses my lips. Then she reaches down with one hand, slips my cock inside her, and begins to move.

It’s a slow rocking motion. And her breasts slide up and down my chest as she sinks down on my cock.

I give up. Hell, I give up. I smile and let her have her way.

No words are said as we make love.

They’re just not necessary.

Time passes, or it doesn’t.

Memories are made or maybe remembered.

Love is long and lasts for moments that drag on forever.

Happiness is found and all our mistakes are forgiven.

When I wake up, I’m alone and Miles is standing over my naked body holding a sterling silver tray in one hand and matching silver tongs gripping a small white towel in the other.

And somehow… this seems right.

I chuckle and stare up at him through one half-cracked eye. “Miles, my man. What’s up?”

“I have a lemon-scented hot towel for you, sir.”

I point at him. “You’re even cooler today than you were yesterday, you know that, Miles?”

“I do, sir.”

“Hey!” I sit up. “What happened at the poker game?”

“I didn’t play, sir. I helped the Kraken plan the wedding.”

“Aww, shit. I’m sorry.”

“No need to be sorry, sir. It was my pleasure. And exceeding expectations is part of my job description.”

“But the trip was my Christmas present to you.” I swing my legs over the side of the bed, grab the towel and wipe my face with it, then look up at him. “Now I’ll have to think of something else.”

“I have a request, sir. If you’re strapped for ideas.”

“Hit me, Miles. I’m all ears. I can’t fuckin’ wait to hear your request.” I peek at the spread on the silver tray, then take a small bowl of Barbie and Ken rolls and pour them into my mouth, chewing thoughtfully as I try to imagine what kind of present Miles would be interested in. A nice watch? A new suit? A crazy Vegas wedding for himself and Christopher?

“I would like you to kill someone.”

I spit out the half-chewed cinnamon rolls and start coughing. He slaps me on the back and gives me a minute.

“What?” I finally manage to croak.

“Kidding.” He flashes half a smile. “We both know you’re not the killer in the family.”