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Mouth.
And I liked it.
A lot.
“Stand,” he demands, his voice low and gravelly.
Slowly, without any help, I stand to my feet. He watches me, his dark, sparkling gaze never leaving me. He strips his shirt off before kicking off his shoes and pants. I watch him, my gaze flicking from his bearded face to the tattoos that litter his torso and neck.
He’s breathtaking.
He was the night I met him, and even now that I know who he is, it doesn’t make him less so. I’m not sure what to expect from my future, but this part, being with him like this… I love it. “Turn around,” he demands.
My breathing comes out in a whoosh, and I do as I’m ordered. I spin around, chewing on my bottom lip as I wait for whatever it is he’s going to do. I feel his fingertip as he slides it down the side of my neck to my shoulder, then his other hand as he begins to tug the pins from my hair.
A few moments later, his other hand joins in, and within moments, my hair has been taken down from its intricate updo. It falls down my neck, and he swoops it to the side, over my shoulder and down my chest.
Just when I think he’s going to maybe kiss my neck, he begins to unbutton the back of my dress, one, then two, but before he gets to the third button, I hear a ripping noise and then the sound of all of the buttons that were once on the dress ping throughout the room.
My dress is peeled down my body until it pools at my heels. I start to step out of it, but when Coleman hums, I know it’s an order to stop. I pause, keeping my feet in my shoes. He leans forward, his lips at the shell of my ear.
“Keep your heels on,” he whispers against my ear.
His hands wrap around my shoulders, and he slowly turns me around to face him. I feel his fingers skim my lingerie. I thought I looked sexy when I saw my reflection in the mirror. Allison’s shop had some gorgeous pieces. She does have a good combination of sexy and sweet.
The white lacy strapless bra with matching white lace underwear and garter with thigh-highs were the perfect sweet combo for my wedding day. My royal-blue shoes are the only pop of color. The way Coleman’s hungry gaze slides over my body, I know he feels the same way—sexy and sweet.
“Coleman,” I exhale.
He smirks. “I like the way you say my name.”
I don’t tell him that I like the way he says my name, too. Instead, I give him a smile, my body trembling with the thoughts of what’s to come. I know he’s going to make me feel amazing. This part of him, I do know.
Coleman presses his palm against the center of my chest, then he slowly slides it down to my belly. I expect him to stop, but he doesn’t. His hand continues until he cups my center.
Reaching out, I wrap my fingers around his shoulder, pressing them into his skin, no doubt causing bruising. Although he wouldn’t be the only one with marks on his flesh. I likely have them on my face, maybe even my throat, too.
He shifts my panties to the side, then slips two fingers inside of me. He moves them in and out. My teeth sink into my bottom lip as I try to hold back a cry. It feels so good. Being filled, stretched, touched by this man.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he murmurs, then his face shifts forward and I feel his mouth at the corner of mine.
I release my lip, feeling his mouth against mine as he shifts his lips over. Exhaling a breath, I whimper as his fingers continue to move inside of me, his palm against my clit as he applies pressure. I could come like this. I didn’t know it was possible, but I think it’s because I’m really close.
Pressing my lips together, I suck in a breath, holding it as my body climbs higher and higher. “Please,” I whimper. “Please.”
I don’t care that I’m begging. I would crawl on my hands and knees for him. He chuckles, his breath fanning my face.
“Come on my fingers, soak them, hummingbird.”
Arching my back, I roll my hips a few times, my body still climbing higher and higher. My head falls backward as it consumes me. My orgasm slides throughout my whole body. My muscles tighten, my nails digging into Coleman’s shoulders, and I don’t know if I draw blood, but I’m not sure I care.
Coleman takes a step backward, his fingers slipping from between my thighs. My legs tremble as I watch him lift his fingers to his mouth and slide them inside. He licks them clean, a smirk forming on his lips.
“Delicious,” he rasps. “Tastes likemine.”
COLEMAN
Gripping her waist,I pick her up. She wraps her legs around me, her fingers gripping my shoulders as I walk us closer to the bed. Her lips are swollen, her makeup smeared, and her hair is perfectly unkempt.
