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“Good to hear.”

A peck for his delectable lips. “I can’t wait…” Then his neck. “To leave your…” I brushed my lips against his. “…clothes on the floor.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

AKIRA

Iarched my back, naked, pressed against our bedroom wall, G’s dick inside me.

What a way to spend a wedding night.

He sucked on my neck, tweaking my nipples with every thrust. Nipple play got me hot and dripping; it was one of my favorite things to do in bed.

As he hit my sweet spot, making me sweat and pant and moan his name, I touched myself, gently stroking my aching hardness, never wanting this pleasure to end.

“Fuck me, G,” I purred. “Fuck me forever.”

Man, I was dramatic everywhere.

He lapped at my skin, his luscious, deep moan vibrating against my veins.

The guests had left at one a.m. We got naked at half past, fucking in the living room, the shower, and now here in the bedroom for a slice of vertical fun.

I reached behind him, grabbing the back of his head. “You feel so good.”

He upped his rhythm. My hand slid off my dick, joining the other against the wall. I arched more for him, pressing my weight back into him.

He growled with sexy intent, picking me up to transfer me to the bed.

Damn. He wasn’t in me anymore.

“Spread for me,” he commanded.

I got on all fours, breathless, aching for him to bury that yummy shaft back into my hungry hole.

Oh, he did. Hard. Grabbed me by the hips and pounded me to nirvana, shooting a huge load into me.

I unleashed mine on the sheets.

And I want more…

Okay, enough bottoming.

While he rested on his back, his magnificent dark-brown skin glistening with sweat, I got to work. I started with his lips, kissing my way down his muscular planes, lapping up beads of sweat from the ridges of his abs, reveling in his excited panting as I went on my G journey.

“Aki…”

I popped the top of the lube bottle, handily close by on the bed. Slicked myself up, watching him watch me as I stroked.

“Ready, honey bunny?”

“Always.”

I inserted a lube-slick finger into his peach—the peachiest peach that ever did, erm, peach. Added another, giving him a preview of the shagging to come.

He bit his lip, head sinking into the pillow. He grabbed handfuls of the sheets, squirming, whispering my name.

“Aki’s gonna give it to ya.”