Seducing the Bride

“Are you going to make me blush or kiss me again?”

“You should know the answer to that.”

I do, and I brace for more of both. Instead, he surprises me by easing the strap off my baby doll. His lips follow in a seduction so slow and patient it makes me want to cry. He does the same with the matching strap on the other shoulder until the garment is barely clinging to my breasts. Not that it matters. He can see through it anyway, especially with the sun beaming across our bodies.

“You have the prettiest fucking nipples.” Finally, he drags his knuckles across one.

The sensation is so instant, so hot, I gasp. “Hayden…”

He’s barely touched me, and I’m panting. Every inch of my skin is on fire. God, how will I feel when he’s surrounding me? On top of me? Inside me?

“Hmm, princess.” Through the fabric, he does the same to the other nipple. “These are so hard. I love how sensitive you are, the way you respond to me.”

I barely manage a nod before he grips one rigid tip between his thumb and forefinger and squeezes. My instant yelp has nothing to do with pain and everything to do with pleasure.

“Yes,” he croons as he pinches the other, then slides the baby doll’s straps down my arms, one after the other, exposing my breasts to his hungry stare. “So fucking perfect.”

With firm, hot fingers, he cradles a breast in his hand and lifts it as he leans in.

Oh, god…

The first touch of his tongue is like a jolt from a live wire, somehow unexpected and shocking. But then his lips close around my sensitive tip. He gives it a tug and draws it into his mouth with a strong pull.

I’m a goner.

Without any conscious thought at all, I sink my fingers into his short hair and wrap my hands around him to yank him closer. He obliges me with another tug of suction, a follow-up caress of his tongue, then a little bite that has me digging my nails into his scalp.

“You like that,” he murmurs against my skin. It’s not a question. “Oh, Perrie, I’m going to be at these nipples all the time. Holy fuck…”

When he switches to the other bud and all but inhales it into his mouth, I cry out again and realize that I’ve not only lost my heart to this man for the rest of my life, but I’m about to lose my body, too. By morning, every part of me will belong to him. I’m both thrilled and terrified by that notion.

As he continues to nip and sip at my tips, pulling, tugging, pinching, laving, they grow tight and pleasantly sore. I didn’t know such a state existed, but I feel my body. My skin is alive. My blood races. My heart is full. I’m all woman right now. He’s like a drug, and I want more.

Heat swamps me. My head buzzes. I’m dizzy, disoriented. On fire.

Hayden’s scorching palms skim the baby doll down the bare skin of my torso. The way he exposes my body to his singeing gaze leaves my chest tight. I’m breathless, achy. And so ready.

“You’re beautiful.” He thumbs my navel, palms the curve of my hip, eats at the hollow of my waist. “And you’re mine.”

“For tonight.” I’m not giving in easily.

“Keep thinking that if it makes you feel better.”

I’m still trying to rub two brain cells together to form a snappy comeback when he skims his knuckles across the gauzy fabric covering my pussy. I’m shocked to realize it’s clinging wetly to my flesh.

“You’re soaking, princess.” Hayden groans as he drops to his knees in front of me and plasters the sheer sodden fabric to my skin. “Look at you…”

I tremble as he leans in and fastens his mouth over the saturated triangle and laps at me with the flat of his tongue.

Sensations jolt through me. The immediate shock of pleasure burns my veins. Tingles cascade behind that, leaving me reeling and staggered. It’s twenty times more agonizing when Hayden slips his thumbs under the elastic front of the tiny panties, spreads my lips apart, and prods my most sensitive spot with the tip of his tongue.

“Hayden!”

“Jesus, you’re sweet. Has any man ever made you come in his mouth?”

“N-no.” I can barely gasp the word out.

Against my flesh, I feel him smile. “Oh, I’m going to enjoy the fuck out of this.”

When he wraps his arms around my hips and stands, lifting my feet off the ground, I squeal. I don’t have long to be startled since Hayden quickly drops me flat on the mattress. With impatient jerks, he drags the itty-bitty thong from my body and kneels beside the bed.

My heart pounds as he drags my hips to the edge and positions my thighs over his shoulders. Then he plows his tongue through my folds, letting loose a deep, satisfied groan.