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“Home?”
“Home,” she repeated.
Grinning, I took her hand, and didn’t even bother gathering my things.
Twenty minutes later, I was pulling the car into the space it normally held, glad that I decided to drive to work today on my own. At every stoplight, our mouths had pressed together, and our hands had roamed. Even now, as I put the car into park, her fingers were deep inside my zipper, squeezing and stroking me.
“Let’s get inside,” she said, slipping her hand out of my pants and yanking at the door. I grumbled in agreement, following her.
As soon as the door was open, she was running for the stairs. I was in hot pursuit, and the sound of her laughter filling the space around us was like liquor. I was drunk on it, and I never wanted to be sober again.
She dashed to the bedroom and when I got inside it behind her, I slammed the door shut. She was already throwing off her shoes and I grabbed her, pulling her to me in a kiss as she yanked at her pants button.
My lips trailed down her neck and as her pants fell to her ankles, I was on my knees in front of her. I helped her out of them and then pulled down on the pink panties she had worn underneath. Before they were even to her knees, I buried my face in her, my tongue sliding through her folds and finding her clit. She howled in surprise and ecstasy as I held her still. One hand slid down to my hair and filled itself while the other grasped her own breast.
I pulled her panties down with one hand and she kicked them off, giving me enough space between her thighs to slide a finger into her opening. She gasped and her body rocked as she neared a nearly instantaneous climax.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” she moaned. “Oh, oh, Hunter!”
Her legs shook as she came, one finger deep inside her and stroking her upper wall while my tongue flicked at her clit rhythmically. Slowly, she collapsed over me and I stood, picking her up and carrying her over to the bed. I placed her gently on the mattress and began to unbuckle my belt. As I did, she tore off her shirt, then unhooked her bra, letting her perfect, perky tits drop.
Her fingers rose to my pants and took over the job of taking them off while my hand stroked over her chest, filling with her breast. My pants fell, and my boxers along with it, and she lunged forward. As I unbuttoned my shirt, she took me deep into her mouth, and her warm, wet tongue slid over my cock languidly.
I moaned as she bobbed back and forth, a soft groan vibrating up my shaft. Her grip over my base was tender but tight and as she stroked me, I felt myself sinking into a state of absolute pleasure. When my cock was wet and dripping, she pulled away from it and pushed her back against the pillows, beckoning me to her. I crawled on the bed, between her open thighs, and settled in them, sinking my lips over her throat and tasting her sweat.
Tensing my stomach, arching up, I entered her, and she tightened under me. Her body clenched as she tried to make room for me, and like a velvet glove, I slid deep inside her. I held myself there, her body shaking and her voice trembling as I let her clench over my cock buried deep in her wet, throbbing pussy. My hands slid below her, clenching her ass and squeezing her as my lips moved down her neck to her shoulder, then further to her breast.
As I sucked on her tight, pointed nipple, she began to rock her hips. I responded with a motion of my own, and time slipped into nothingness as our bodies became one. It was as if we’d never been apart at all.
Sweat rolled down the center of her back and I caught it on my fingers as we changed positions again and again. She rode me forward and backward, I bent her over and in half, delighting in the differences that each position held. Relishing in the unyielding pleasure our bodies gave one another.
Finally, curled in a simple position of comfort, her on her back and me above her, my arms under her and clenching her shoulders, I felt myself nearing climax. Her lips whispered into my ear her desire for my release, how she wanted me to fill her, how she needed it.
With a roar, I clenched her shoulders tight in my hands and she gasped as I came. Then, I sank into her chest, exhausted and spent, as she kissed the top of my head, the peppered my face and lips with them as well. I rolled to my back, and she settled in my arm beside me. I pulled the covers up and over us, and she purred softly before falling into a deep and instant sleep.
I wasn’t long behind her, but I had just enough time to stroke her naked back, kiss her forehead, and wonder just how I got this lucky before I slipped off into a dreamless, restful sleep.
Epilogue
Eighteen months later…
Julia
Iwoke up in the middle of the night, wondering if it had all been a dream.
The insanity of the giant wedding, the dress, the revelry with friends and family, and gallons of wine. It had seemed too good to be true. Then, being whisked away in a limousine, a hired one for the night since Wade was a guest, and a stay in an incredible suite at one of Sean’s hotels, it was too much. That wasn’t even addressing the long, slow night of passionate lovemaking that followed the door being shut and the world becoming just the two of us.
Yet, there I was, in the center of a massive bed, Hunter’s arm draped over my waist and softly cupping my breast. His warm breath on my shoulder as he slept was reassuring and comforting, and I was sure, as ever, that if I wiggled just the right way against him, he would groggily return from sleep, ready to pleasure me again.
It was paradise, one of many, one that I experienced every day of my life now.
In the distance, my wedding dress was draped over a chair. Hunter had been so tender when he removed it from my body, taking his time with every bit of lace sliding it off me inch by inch, so he could marvel at my body. In his eyes, I was a goddess, and I felt like it when he looked at me that way. He never saw a flaw like I did when I looked in a mirror. He only saw perfection, and in those moments, I felt it.
Facing the window that overlooked the city, I watched the twinkling lights of the mid-night and smiled. It was real. All of it. And tomorrow, we would wake up, dress, and fly to London for the official beginning of our honeymoon.
Smiling, I settled into his arms and drifted back to sleep for a few more hours, content to wait until the sun rose to begin my first day as Hunter’s wife.
When the sun finally did rise, I slipped out of our first marital bed and reluctantly got dressed. Hunter had rolled over onto his back in my absence, and the sheet was just barely covering his center and one leg, and nothing else. It looked like a sculpture by Michelangelo, though much,muchmore gifted in certain areas. I wanted to slip the sheet off him and wake him up with my mouth, just so I could revel in the way his body made me feel yet again.
