Stealing the Bride

“No more talking.”

I claim his mouth. It stays firm and unmoving, hesitation making his body tense. The fact that he doesn’t want to take advantage of my vulnerable state makes me want him more. But I probe with my tongue…and finally he kisses me back.

I push my tongue in, then coax his into my mouth. I want to feel all the wonderfulness of him, all the heat. No indecision, no second guesses, and no thinking.

I pull his shirt over his head, then throw it on the other side of the couch. My hands greedily skim the hard planes of his lean, powerful body. His naked skin is taut and hot. I place my palm over his heart, feel it hammering underneath. I smile with satisfaction, my pulse racing to match the rhythm.

He runs his hands along my spine and unbuttons my top, his fingers shaking slightly with impatience. When he’s finished, I shrug, letting the garment drop. He unclasps my bra, and I push it out of the way, the lacy thing sliding along my arms.

I cup the undersides of my breasts and push them upward. His eyes grow dark, a flush coloring his sharp cheeks. He dips his head and takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking hard.

I arch into him, needing more, wanting more. Heat flares between us, burning away my earlier misery, until only bright, beautiful light remains.

I’ve never felt this way before. And I know it’s not the sex, but Court.

“I want you inside me right now,” I demand.

“Not yet. You need to take very thorough advantage of me.”

He pulls the other nipple into his mouth. I cry out, my toes curling as white-hot pleasure shoots all the way to my clit.

His large, warm hand rubs the back of my thigh. I shiver at the delightful contact. He cups my ass, then pushes my underwear out of the way until he can touch me skin to skin.

Yes, yes, yes.

He slips his fingers between my legs, grazing the most sensitive skin gently. I whimper, my hands clenched in his hair. He spreads my liquid heat all over me.

“Do you think I’ve taken enough advantage of you?” I ask, the question coming out in a needy whisper.

“Almost.”

He starts to shift and gather me up, his muscles bunching, and begins to lift me. I can sense that he’s going to carry me to a bedroom. But I don’t want that. I don’t want anything to break the moment between us. I want him right here, right now.

I grab the back of the couch and pull, forcing us back down onto it. I unbuckle his belt, undo the fastener on his pants and unzip him, then push his boxers out of the way and wrap my hand around his huge, hard cock. It pulses in my fist, and I smile when a low groan tears from his throat. I run my thumb across the tip and feel the slipperiness covering it.

My eyes on his for as long as possible, I lower my head and suck. His breathing grows rough.

“You sure I haven’t taken enough advantage of you?” I give his cock a few slow pumps.

Cursing under his breath, he reaches into his pants pocket and pulls out a condom.

I arch an eyebrow. “You had that all this time?”

He grins. “I started carrying it after Maui, hoping I’d get lucky.”

“Hmm. I think your numbers just hit.”

He covers himself with the rubber. As soon as he’s finished, I sink onto him, inch by inch. He’s so big that he stretches me until I gasp. We move up and down together, his hands on my hips, then on my breasts, his fingertips brushing my nipples.

Our gazes connect and fuse. His is so blue, so brilliant. Desire and something soft and sweet shimmer in its depths. And a small ache starts in my chest, warm and beautiful.

My pussy isn’t the only thing that he’s filling. He’s filling my heart with pure brightness. Searing bliss swells inside me, and I let out small whimpers and moans.

“You make the sexiest sounds,” he says.

He rubs his thumb over my clit, and the pleasure crests so hard, so fast, that the room spins for a moment. I cry out, clinging to him.

“Again,” he demands. He puts his feet on the floor and levers himself, pushing into me harder and faster.