“Are we going back to the hotel?”
“Not immediately,” he says, smiling.
“Oh… where are we going?”
“You’ll see. Patience please, Mrs. Coulter.”
I smile.
“You always gonna show me those dimples when I say your name?” He kisses me.
“I might for a while. I’m still in awe of my new name.”
He kisses my hand again and plays with my rings. My gorgeous wedding and engagement rings.
“Killian?”
“Hm?”
“I’m … um… I’m not wearing any underwear.”
His eyes flare for just an instant before he’s on his knees between my calves. He looks over his shoulder, I assume to make sure the divider is up.
It is.
“I wanted you to know that in case you forgot about the plan to be kinky tonight.”
He leans closer. “One thing to know about me, I forget nothing.”
I lick my lips as his head moves down. His lips touch the inside of my right knee. And then they move up and touch down again a little higher up. And I’m jolting like a timid rabbit, but if I had panties on, they’d be soaked right now.
“Open wide, Violet,” Killian orders, eyes on mine. “I need to taste my wife.”
God, this man makes my body quiver.
I have never seen a guy get off so much on giving oral. He gives it to me almost every time we have sex. It’s often the prelude, like Killian likes to taste what he’s about to put his cock into. It’s ridiculously hot.
His hands glide up my thighs, pushing my dress up a little. He then pauses and takes his suit jacket off and slides it under me.
“Lift your bottom,” he orders.
“Saving the seat,” I say, lifting up so he can get his jacket under my butt.
“Naw. Fuck the seat, I’m protecting your sweet body,” he corrects before his face descends, and what happens next has me arching my back.
“Ooh.”
“Stand up, Violet.”
“Huh?”
Killian backs off and pushes the button for the sunroof. As it opens, I give him a questioning look.
“I wanna bury my face between your legs while you hang out the sunroof and watch the strip,” he says.
I giggle.
“You down?”
Whoa. “Um… yeah. I think it’s you that’s gonna be… um down.”
He wiggles his eyebrows.
I kick my heels off and step up onto the seat.
The hot Nevada air hits me like a wall once my head is out and I’m up to mid-torso out the sunroof when he grabs my ass cheeks and wraps both of my legs over his broad shoulders. I’m straddling his face.
Wow.
His capable hands caress my backside as he kisses between my legs.
And I see lights. Streetlights. Hotel and casino lights. Headlights. Brake lights. The typical Vegas venue lights. And I try to take it all in while looking around, but it isn’t easy because I’m getting lost in sensation.
Insane sensations between my legs and further feelings in my belly, my chest, and my head.
Look at me. I’m in a stretch limo, on the Las Vegas strip, getting eaten out by my gorgeous husband while I hang out the sunroof.
Geez, this is crazy.
People wave from the street, probably thinking I’m being a show-off, riding in style. But they have no idea that I’m actually riding my husband’s face while I wave back.
This is such a departure from who I was just weeks ago.
A fierce orgasm rushes through me and while I try to stop myself from visibly shuddering, I’m thinking anyone watching closely probably thinks I’m having a seizure. My body bucks and I whimper, slapping the roof before I’m yanked down.
Killian leans back into the seat, me straddling him, his fingers tangling in my curls while I’m shifted and placed directly onto his hard cock. He pulls me down hard and I whimper into his mouth as he slams inside. Deep. So deep.
I’m still coming down from my climax and these sensations just extend it.
“I’m fuckin’ you in this dress,” he says, eyes filled with sexy fire.
I nod.
“This dress,” he repeats, touching my face.
“Yeah,” I agree.
He bares his teeth and pounds harder, hands on my hips, pushing hard up into me from underneath with deep, delicious strokes.
“You’re mine.”
I nod. God, he’s sexy.
“Forever. Mine forever, Violet.”
“Yeah, baby.”
“Say it, Violet.”
“I’m yours, Kill.”
“Fuck, I love you so much,” he says with absolute emotion in his eyes as he cups my jaw to bring my lips to his again, his tongue is seeking entry.
I open and our tongues tangle up together as I whimper and mutter a garbled phrase that’s me telling him I love him, too, though it probably doesn’t sound like it because I’m all breathy, and filled with his rock-hard cock.
My dress is pulled down my arms until the bodice is down around my stomach. He then hauls the cups of my bra down and his mouth is on one nipple while his fingers pluck at the other and still, the rhythm of deep thrusting does not stop.