Page 62 of Tainted Love

Somehow I maintain my calm demeanor and get through the ceremony and bridal party pictures; although, I’m sure once developed they will show my pale skin betraying my confidence with a pink blush.

As Sarah and I finish hugging, I feel a tingle run up my spine. My heart races as I see him, leaning against a tall wooden pillar with one hand in his pocket and the other holding a tumbler of amber liquid. He looks like a model in a navy blue fitted suit like he walked straight out of a GQ magazine. Our eyes meet, and I feel the peculiar juxtaposition of nerves and a strange sense of security in his presence.

Our eyes lock in a silent competition, both of us unable to break the tension. My stomach churns with a mixture of excitement and nerves. With determination, I take the first step toward him, ready for whatever comes next.

“Hey, Sash.” Deep and smooth like melted chocolate, his voice sends a shiver down my spine as he greets me. I raise an eyebrow at his attempt at nonchalance.

“Michael,” I reply with a smirk, “it’s been a while.”

He shrugs indifferently. “Has it? Sorry, time flies when I'm not thinking about you.”

I can't help but laugh at his cockiness. “You’re looking positively average,” I retort playfully.

“And you’re looking more hideous than ever,” he fires back with a grin.

Our witty banter flows easily, but there’s an underlying tension that neither of us can ignore.

“What are we doing?” I say breathlessly as Michael pulls my nipple into his mouth. My once-perfectly fitting bridesmaid dress is pulled down to my waist as he works my breasts with his hands and mouth.

“What we do best,” he says as his hand drops to my knee and runs up my inner thigh.

“Is this a good idea?” I moan when his fingers meet the apex of my thighs and pull the fabric of my lacy g-string undies aside.

“It’s the best idea,” he growls before capturing my lips in a blistering kiss.

My mind ceases to work when he’s this close to me. I’m completely at the mercy of his touch.

My head rolls back against the cold tile in the bathroom, causing him to abruptly stop and grab my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes.

He sucks on my neck gently as his hands explore my body. The intensity of the music outside and being forced to watch his large hands map my curves makes my skin tingle with need.

Once his hand cups my pussy, I almost come on the spot. He slides his fingers through my wet slit, causing me to tremble with anticipation. With a cocky smile on his face, he slips his middle finger inside and begins to pump in and out.

“You need more?” he asks with a satisfied grin.

My reply is breathy and desperate. “Yes, please.”

He adds another finger while dropping his head to suck on the spot between my neck and shoulder, hard enough to mark me.

I drop my hand to cover his, and he begins to circle my clit with his thumb.

“You’re so wet for me,” he whispers in my ear. “Do you want to come on my fingers or my tongue?”

“You’re tongue,” I pant, barely able to speak. “I want you to eat my pussy.”

Taz drops to his knees and throws one of my legs over his shoulder. He doesn’t move at first, devouring me with his eyes. Looking up at me with a smile, he circles my clit with featherlight sweeps of his tongue, driving me insane with need.

I grab his head and grind myself against his face as he increases the pressure. He growls as he flattens his tongue and then sucks my clit into his mouth while pumping his fingers inside me. I fight the urge to close my eyes as the sensations take over my body.

“Please, Taz,” I mewl as he increases the pressure on my clit and curls his fingers, massaging my sensitive inner walls. The sucking sounds of his tongue and fingers working my pussy fill my ears, drowning out the music in the background as I climb higher.

My orgasm hits me like a truck as my legs quiver, and my breath is stolen. I come with my entire body. All of my muscles tighten and contract from my toes to my forehead. My pelvis convulses against him, and he licks and laps up the evidence of the orgasm, his finger slowly pumping in and out.

Our eyes lock as he brings his fingers to his mouth and licks them clean, lingering on my salty taste. His voice is husky when he speaks, “Tastes like home.” He winks before turning away, his voice echoing behind me. “See you soon.”

What?

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