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I giggle. He does this to me. Lightens the mood and makes me feel warm and fuzzy. “When is the kiss going to take place?”

Eight

Adrian

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My heart is hers. I have no doubts. She’s perfection.

Taking my time, wanting to memorize this moment, I slide my hand to the back of her head and thread my fingers in her hair at the nape of her neck.

I love the way her eyes widen farther, and her breath hitches right before I seal my lips to hers.

She moans into my mouth as I lick along the seam until she lets me in. Our tongues tangle and dance together seamlessly as if we’ve done so a million times.

I’m still in no rush. I want her to have no doubts in her mind that I can and will satisfy her for the rest of her life. She obviously never felt a connection with any previous lover if she’s never had an orgasm with anyone. Plus, they were all selfish if they didn’t even try to get her off.

Their loss. My win.

My cock is throbbing from our kiss alone, but it will have to wait. I’m marrying this woman in the morning, and I’m not letting my dick into the equation until afterward. I can be patient.

Blair deserves to be pampered and treated like the princess I intend for her to be in our relationship. I’m going to show her what that means.

When her body relaxes, I smooth my hand around her back and pull her closer. I’d love to pull this T-shirt off so I can look at her breasts. Hell, I’d really like to suck on them. But that’s a lot of temptation. I’m going to save nipple worship for tomorrow.

I sure hope it will be possible to actually leave the mountain and go into town in the morning. It might not be. I’m not certain the rain will have let up entirely, and the roads might still be impassable. If that’s the case, and we have to wait a few days to get married, I might lose my mind. Or my dick might.

After easing my hand lower, I cup her bottom over the cotton and squeeze, molding my fingers around her firm globe until she whimpers.

Finally, I reach under the hem and tease the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. I’m not touching her pussy yet, but she’s breathing heavily against my mouth. She’s no longer returning my kiss, which makes me grin against her lips as I pull back an inch. Her focus is on my fingers, where it should be.

I reach over her top leg with mine and drag hers forward, opening her up for me. When I place my knee between her thighs, forcing her pussy to remain exposed, her breath hitches. I doubt she has any idea she’s gripping my bicep with her fingertips, holding on as if she would fly away if she let go.

Her eyes are wide, her lips parted. But the moment I gently stroke over her pussy lips, her eyes roll back, and she stops breathing.

Fuck, she’s stunning like this. How the hell has no one given her an orgasm before? She’s so sensitive and responsive. But I suppose if she’s been with men who didn’t care about her enjoying sex as much as they did, it could happen. Their loss. Blair is mine.

That thought fills my head with such force, I know it’s true. I can’t guarantee she will really wake up willing to marry me tomorrow morning, but I’m certain it won’t take long if she needs more time to wrap her head around us.

I dip my finger between her folds and circle her clit, loving the way she arches, gasping. She’s going to come so fast she won’t know what the fuck just happened.

The moment I touch her clit, she starts panting, her fingers digging in deeper. My woman has nails. They aren’t super long, but they are manicured and cutting into my skin. I don’t care, though.

After flicking her clit a few times, I ease a finger into her. Holy fuck, when was the last time she had sex? She’s so damn tight. And now she’s writhing against me, bucking her hips forward and backward the scant inches she has available. It’s the sexiest thing ever.

Never in my life have I felt like this with a woman, like she owns me, like I want to take her to heaven and keep her there. Like I want to marry her and bind her to me for eternity.

I want to have babies with this woman. I want to watch her grow round with my children. I want to stare at her every day while her breasts enlarge, and then after, when she nurses our infants.

Pushing my finger deeper, I stroke the sensitive inner part of her channel while pressing my thumb against her clit.

Blair stiffens and cries out as she comes, milking my finger and pulsing against my thumb. It’s the singular most precious moment of my life.

It takes a few minutes for her to catch her breath, during which time I ease my finger out of her but continue to gently graze over her labia. Her chest rises and falls rapidly.

Eventually, she blinks at me and licks her lips. She suddenly releases her tight grip on my arm. “Oh, shit. I think you’re bleeding.” She lifts her head and winces. “Fuck, Adrian…”

I chuckle. “It was totally worth it, baby. Relax.”