“Nothing has ever felt so right in my life. You’re finally going to be Mrs. Monroe. I love you so much, baby,” he says, voice filled with emotions.
“I love you too. When did you finish?”
“I rushed to get it done for this. I finished this morning. Scoot and Bam helped.”
“They did?” I gasp.
“While Snacks and Jess worked on dinner and the rose petals, we were down here cleaning, hanging the last of the shelves and putting in final touches.”
“It looks amazing, thanks. You’ve outdone yourself.”
He takes my lips and kisses me passionately. The way he grabs my ass over my sweatpants brings a moan to my lips. I get the feeling dinner will have to wait.
My fiancé is kissing me as if he wants to celebrate in a naughty fashion. He slips a hand under my top and squeezes my breast. Then he starts to nip at my chin.
I moan as he makes a trail of kisses down my neck. As he nips and sucks at my skin, he carries me back out to the control room. My shirt comes off and is tossed aside.
I work to get the buttons of his shirt open as he takes my lips again. Our tongues dance together as we moan and groan into each other’s mouths. I tug the shirt from his pants as I get it open. Then I push it from his shoulders as he shrugs out of it.
He carries me over to the leather sofa in the back of the room and sits with me straddling his lap. I cup his face and lick his lips. I then bite the bottom one and pull.
He groans and shoves his hands into the back of my sweats, grasping my ass and squeezing tightly. I begin to grind against his growing erection. His hot kisses cause me to shiver in his hold.
I pull back to stare into his eyes as I run my hands over his chiseled chest to his shoulders, then down his biceps. He reaches to unfasten my bra. With a heated look in his eyes, he looks over my body, tapping my thigh for me to stand.
I get to my feet before him. Once I’m standing, he leans forward and peels my sweats off. I step out of the fabric, placing my hands on his shoulders.
Grasping my behind, he pulls me into him as he presses his nose into me and inhales. Swiftly, he lifts me onto his shoulders and sits back. His warm mouth is on me over my panties.
I settle in for his feast. He shoves my panties aside and begins to devour my core. I cry out and press my hands against the wall. Trev’s hums of pleasure vibrate through me.
“Yes, that feels so good, babe,” I gasp. “Don’t stop.”
He groans and keeps going. I can hear him fumbling with his belt buckle and jeans as I ride his face. I press my forehead to the wall and try to breathe as my body coils, building up for release.
It doesn’t take much longer for me to rain down on his face. He grunts in satisfaction as he laps my juices up. My legs are shaking around his head. I could go upstairs happy just like this.
However, my man isn’t going out like that. He’s going to make sure to do his job thoroughly. Bringing my body down into his lap, he guides me onto his waiting length.
“Trev,” I moan as he enters me.
“I’ve got you, darlin’. You know I’ll always take care of you,” he says into my ear.
I’m so wet and he feels so freaking good. I bury my face into his neck as he guides me up and down with his palms on my ass. He’s so deep and stretching me so well.
He slides down the sofa a bit and begins to thrust up into me. I lift my head and throw it back. Why does he feel so good?
“Oh shit,” I pant.
“That’s my baby. Take that cock in that sweet little pussy. You’re so wet. You hear that? You hear how wet for me you are? Ah, yes. Just like that,” he groans.
I hear it. I’m sopping wet. I can feel my pussy creaming him. Planting my hands on his shoulders, I grind my hips then take over. Trev throws his head back against the wall and locks his eyes with mine.
“I love you, baby,” he grunts. “Fuck, that feels good.”
“I love you too. You feel amazing, Trev. All I want is you,” I breathe.
Releasing his shoulders, I then reach for my breasts and palm them. Trev takes that as an offering. He tilts me back and leans in to swirl his tongue around one nipple then the other. Then he pulls that one into his mouth to suck hard.
“Oh, my God, baby,” I cry as I feel my juice gush over him even more.