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My mom patted me on the cheek and then leveled me with a serious look. “Make sure you give her all of your attention this week. Don’t let work distract you from a time you’ll never get back. Life will never be this simplistic again, trust me.” She said knowingly and then turned to leave, not offering us the chance to waste any more time entertaining them.
Chapter 22 – Cora
My wedding night.
I was dead on my feet from such a long day of prep and a crappy night of sleep the night before thanks to all of the alcohol I’d drank at our last night of freedom party.
Or at least that’s what Reid had called it.
But standing in the center of the patio, under the twinkling lights with my brand-new husband, a current of electricity burned through me as his eyes roved over my body.
Maverick took my hand in his, slowly bringing it to his lips and gently kissing the center of my new wedding ring set before placing my hand on the flat of his chest, on top of his muscled pec.
“Do you feel my heart racing like a teenager’s right now?” He asked, smiling down at me in the magical moonlight.
“Matches mine.” I replied, lifting his own hand to lay flat over my breast. “Feels like the first time all over again.”
“Because it is, Cora. This is the rebirth of us, the fresh start we never thought we’d need.” He stepped closer and ran the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip as his eyes laid transfixed there, following the movement of his thumb. “I love you more than the very breath I need to fill my lungs with. I never imagined the way I felt about you could grow. I used to think when we were young with the whole world laid out ahead of us, that I loved you more than anything else, and yet it still grows. Every. Single. Day.” He lowered his mouth to mine, seducing me with the rhythmic motion of his lips as I open mine to him.
His tongue slowly slid in against mine and I tasted him like he was a part of me. “It’s too much.” I said softly, tangling my fingers in the hair at the back of his head.
“What is?” He asked, his brows pinched together in confusion.
“This ache inside of me for more of you.” I stood up on my toes and pressed my body flush against his from nose to toes. “It burns me from the inside out.”
“Then let me sooth it, from the inside out.” He whispered against my mouth and lifted me, carrying me in a bridal carry across the porch and into our home. He didn’t stop or slow until he laid me down in the center of our massive bed. The windows and shades were still open, letting the cool spring air in and with it the moonlight, bathing the bed in its glow.
I memorized every inch of his body as he stood at the end of the bed and slowly pushed each button of his shirt through their hole, before slowly pulling his belt free of his slacks. He was teasing me, and usually I’d be crawling up his body, begging for him to hurry to me and aching to be filled.
But tonight was different.
When he finally stood bare at the end of the bed, he pulled my ankles to him, sliding my sandals from my feet and then kissed his way up the inside of my thigh until his beard tickled the skin right below my panties.
“Yes.” I moaned, raising my arms above my head, and running them back and forth over the cool duvet as I focused on every sensation of the moment.
“Promise me something, Angel.” He whispered, pushing my gown up my legs until my thin lace panties were visible to his hungry eyes.
“Anything.” I promised as I watched his strong fingers slide under the band of my panties and pull them down my legs. “Whatever you want, it’s yours.”
“Promise me that in the future, when you are angry with me, and doubt what we have when I inevitably make mistakes, that you’ll look back on this moment and remember how desperately I love you. Look back on this moment and feel the thickness of the air around us, heavy with my devotion to you.”
“Maverick.” I cried, “I promise, but only if you do the same when you doubt my dedication to this marriage and fear that I’ll leave. Look back and feel this, right now, and trust in us.”
“I promise.” He sighed and dropped his mouth onto my aching clit, slowly and gently swirling his tongue over the swollen button and dragging out a long, pained moan of pleasure and torture. “Oh baby.” I buried my fingers in his hair and rocked my hips against his talented mouth as goose bumps coated my entire body.
“You taste divine.” He hummed against my clit as his thick fingers rubbed up and down around my entrance.
“Yes.” I hissed and clawed at his neck, pressing my pussy into his face more as I chased the promise of pleasure.
He brought one hand up my body and his fingers toyed with the hard peak of my nipple through the silk of my gown, pinching it and then twirling his fingers around it as he mirrored the sensation against my clit. “Come for me, wife. Come on my face so your pussy gets nice and wet for my cock.”
“Ah,” I cried as he pushed his fingers into me and sucked hard on my clit, pushing me over the edge of my orgasm and careening down the other side. He hummed, moaned, and growled against my clit as I thrashed beneath him until he could take it no longer, finally pulling his face off of my pussy and crawling his naked body up mine to settle between my soaked thighs.
He crashed his lips against mine and drank eagerly from them as he rocked his hips forward and back, rubbing the underside of his cock through my wetness.
“Off.” I begged, clutching at the straps of my wedding gown, “Help me take it off.”
He slid his hands under my body and pulled the zipper down as I shimmied my arms out of it and then he knelt between my legs and pulled the slinky fabric over my wide hips and tossed it on the bench at the end of the bed. He stayed knelt between my spread thighs and wrapped his giant fist around his thick cock, stroking himself as he looked down at my naked body before him.
