Whiskey and Country

39

DAHLIA

My heart overflowed with so much love.

I lifted Nick’s shirt over his head and kissed his muscled chest, tracing circles all over it with my tongue.

I bit one of his nipples, and he jumped back.

“Easy, woman.”

I chuckled as I entangled my fingers in his hair.

Nick fastened his arms around me, his lips trailing down my throat. His hands moved south, greedy to touch me, kneading my skin.

“I should get your ring first.”

“Later. Now just love me.”

Nick undressed me, our mouths not breaking apart. On his feet, he carried me in his arms, honeymoon style, and laid me on the kitchen table, the coldness of the wood top contrasting with the warmth of my skin.

“God, I could devour you all day and all night if you let me.”

“Please do,” I said, my voice weird and high-pitched.

Nick pushed my knees apart and nested his head between my thighs. I shivered as his tongue licked the length of me. He pushed two fingers inside my warmth, and a wave of heat washed over me. A loud gasp tumbled out as my man dived his fingers into my dampness again, spreading it over my most intimate folds. I moved my hips, trying to set the pace, but he spread a hand over my stomach to hold me in place. A loud cry came out.

Ache and need rippled through me.

Nick did the thing I could never get enough of with his tongue around my clit, and fireworks shot behind my closed lids.

With both hands, I pulled him to me. “Just get inside me. Gotta feel you. To remember the first time I make love to my fiancé. The ring can wait.”

Nick thrust his fingers in and out of me faster, and I tilted my head back, unable to contain all the sensations swirling in me any longer. Pleasure built deep in my core. With my eyes closed and my hot fiancé’s tongue inside me, I came as if the earth had shattered underneath me.

Balanced on his arms, Nick hovered over me, and without breaking eye contact, he pushed his throbbing erection, softness over steel, inside my sheath. Until it molded to my warmth. Euphoria filled me.

He watched me with so much heat and lust, my brain went blank, all the dirty things swirling in my head seconds ago gone. Pouf. Vanished. Nick stole my ability to think and speak.

He rolled his hips at a slow pace.

“God, I love you.”

My hand curled around his nape and tugged him closer to my heart. The one that beat only for him.

“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. You, this place, it’s what I wished for so many times. What I’ll always want.”

Nick rammed into me faster. My body stiffened.

I wasn’t part of this world anymore. I floated somewhere in space, ecstasy shooting through me in blissful jolts.

Nick pulled me into his arms, and still inside me, he carried me to the couch and sat.

We kissed, our tongues desperate for each other.

I rocked my hips over his, yearning for the friction of our naked flesh together.

My breasts filled his hands as he massaged them. I leaned back, drunk on the sensations he shot through me.

“Dahlia, I won’t last long. I’m almost there. Come with me.”

I increased the pace as Nick clutched my hipbones as if to anchor himself to the moment and not miss a thing.

With my thighs tight on each side of him, I rolled my hips until Nick let out a chain of curses and emptied himself inside me, the tremors of his sex sending me over the edge.

We stayed like that, our bodies tangled together, unable to break apart, minutes after we both came down from our rush. As if one of us could vanish. Or we’d wake up from a dream.

Nick peppered kisses on my bare shoulders, leaving goosebumps behind.

“I love you, Dahlia. I’m so fucking gone for you.”

Our lips collapsed, and I deepened the kiss, hoping he’d understand how bad I was gone for him too.

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