Until June (Until Her 2)

Ignoring her comment, I growl, “Tank off, put your hands behind you on the counter, and lean back.” Moving quickly, she takes her tank off, dropping it to the floor, then leans back, arching her chest forward. Lowering my mouth to her breast, I pull the whole thing into my mouth, listening to her whimper as I circle her nipple with my tongue.

“Ev,” she whispers, making my already hard cock leak.

Leaning away from her, I rip her shorts down her legs and kick off my sweats before moving in on her neglected breast, giving it the same treatment. Hearing her moan I slide my hands down the backs of her legs, I pull her forward on the counter and toss them up high around my waist.

“Lock your legs, baby.” I kiss between her breasts, leaning her back until she’s flat on the counter.

“I need you,” she pants, rocking her wet pussy against me, and I grit my teeth, fighting the urge to slide inside of her and give her what we both want.

“You’ll get me. Now, lock your legs.” Feeling her legs tighten around my hips, I lean back, groaning at the sight of her. “So fucking beautiful.” My hands span her hips. They move up the curve of her waist to her breast, where I tug each nipple, making her back arch. “So fucking hot. Do you know how sexy you look right now?”

I pull her nipples again, this time twisting them gently between my fingers. Her eyes slide closed and I listen to her moan so loud that I wouldn’t be surprised if the neighbors heard her. “I love you, beautiful, but I’m not sitting through anymore wedding shit.” I glide one hand down over her stomach, placing my thumb over her clit.

Her eyes open, meeting mine, and she pleads, “Please touch me.”

“No more wedding shit,” I repeat. Her hips rock forward and her hands slide up her chest, cupping her breasts.

“No more wedding shit,” she breathes.

Moving one hand to her hip, I take my cock into my hand, slide it up and down her core, and use the tip to circle her clit, watching her wetness coat the head. “Fuck, but you get so goddamn wet for me every time I touch you.”

“I know,” she agrees, lifting her hips so the tip nudges her entrance. “Please fuck me, Ev. I need you filling me.” Her words are my undoing, and I hold her hips tight and slide into her, feeling my skin prickle. Nothing feels as good as being inside of her.

“Yes,” she hisses, locking her legs tighter as my pace picks up. Thumbing her clit, my eyes move from where my cock is disappearing inside of her, her breasts that her hands are cupping, her hair spread out on the counter, and her eyes closed with her lips parted.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” I hiss through my teeth, grinding my hips into hers while my thumb works faster. Feeling her start to convulse, I pull her up with my hand behind her neck. Her fingers dig into my shoulders, and I cover her mouth with mine, thrusting my tongue inside, tangling it with hers while her silky walls clamp down around me, making me come hard and fast. Slowing my strokes, I glide in and out of her before planting myself deep at the root.

Our mouths never separate, even as we both pant for breath and she whispers, “I love you.”

Moving my mouth from hers, I drop my forehead to her chest. “I love you too,” I tell her, wrapping my arms around her back, even though those words do not even begin to define the way I feel for her.

“I won’t ask you to help with the wedding anymore,” she says quietly after a long moment, while her hands trail down my back.

Pulling back, I hold her face gently in my hands and kiss her, whispering, “Thank you.”

“You could have said something.” Her hands move to my jaw while her eyes watch her fingers glide over my beard. “I just assumed you’d want to be a part of it.”

“I can’t speak for all men, ’cause I’m sure some guys get off on shit like planning weddings, but that’s not me, beautiful.”

“I kind of know that now.” She smiles, lifting her eyes to meet mine. “My mom was actually surprised by your involvement this week. She said she would have to tie my dad to the chair if she wanted to discuses flowers and stuff with him. And you made it through five days of not only flowers, but cakes, colors, and venues.” She grins, moving her fingers to glide over my lips.

“I would do anything for you, baby, even sit through that shit all over again.”

“So you’re saying you’ll be here when my mom comes over later?” she asks, biting her lip.