Page 87 of Bargaining

I dragged the train behind me and planted myself in front of him.

“The most beautiful bride in the world,” he said, lifting the veil away from my face.

My hair was still wet at the ends, and my face scrubbed after a bath. “I looked better on the wedding day with the makeup.”

“No, you’ve never looked more perfect.” He caught my hands and held them in his. “Just as you are.”

With one hand around my waist, he pulled me to his hard chest. He kissed me as if he’d never stop. Worshipfully, he undressed me, stroking my body, whispering his praise against my thighs as he tugged my stockings down.

“Do you know how addicted I am to your body?” Dropping to his knees, he swirled his tongue around my belly button. “I love it.” He planted kisses on my stomach. “Every inch. I can’t get enough. Spread your legs for me.”

I stood bare and vulnerable. He hadn’t taken off a single layer of clothing, but that only made it hotter. I did as he commanded. “I’m sure you’ve seen better?”

“Never. Not possible.”

Pleasure jerked through me when he buried his face between my thighs. His hot licking and probing made me senseless. I rocked against him, raking my hands through his soft hair, savoring every minute. He rose and pushed my breasts together, taking both nipples into his mouth.

With trembling hands, I unbuttoned his shirt. He helped me to pull it off, along with his trousers and boxers. Then we were all over each other. He touched me like he didn’t want to leave any part of me unexplored. Electricity sparked with every stroke of his hands. Lifting me into his arms, he laid me gently on the bed. He covered me with his body, his erection pressing hard against my thigh.

“Condom. Don’t move,” he whispered against my ear.

No, I wanted to feel every hot, hard inch of him. “Or not?”

He raised an eyebrow.

“I’m on the Pill. It’s to help my migraines. Hormones are a trigger.”

He bit his lower lip. “I’ve never had sex without a condom.”

I stroked the firm planes of his back. “I trust you. If you trust me?”

He gazed into my eyes with a serious expression and nodded. I reached between us, grabbed his thick cock, and guided him to the aching heat between my thighs. We both moaned as he seated himself slowly.

“Fuck.” He buried his face in my neck. “Fuck!”

I pushed my hips against his, encouraging him to move, but he held perfectly still. “Something wrong?”

He spoke through gritted teeth. “Feels too good.”

“Stop?”

He groaned and dropped his head onto my chest. “Give me a moment.”

My core ached with the fullness. I clenched around his cock, squeezing him. He’d teased me so mercilessly before. Fun to get my own back for all the times he’d made me beg for him.

“Please,” he whimpered. “Don’t do that.”

A chuckle escaped me. “You’re going to have to move at some point.”

He drew back and pushed into me slowly. His elbows trembled next to my head, and his shaking hand gripped the sheet. I ground my hips underneath him, rocking against him.

“Fuck.” He sucked in a harsh breath. “Please. This isn’t going to last long if you move like that.”

I wrapped my legs up high and hooked my ankles around his back. “It makes a change to hear you begging me. I have you at my mercy for once.”

“That’s not a change. You’ve always had me at your mercy.”

He pressed his forehead to mine, and his warm breath fanned my face. I squeezed him and rolled my hips. He fought for control, before his face scrunched and he moaned. I felt him pulsing and spurting as he found his release deep inside of me.