Page 84 of Forked (Frenched 2)
“What a perfect day,” I murmured. “I’m so happy for her. For both of them.”
“Me too.” Nick brought my hand to his lips and kissed the back of it. “Is this what you’d like for our wedding?”
I smiled sideways at him. “Maybe. What about you?”
“I like the idea of getting married outside, but I don’t know about a destination wedding. That takes a lot of extra planning, doesn’t it?”
“Yes,” I lifted a glass of champagne to my lips. It fizzed in my mouth and down my throat. “So maybe something closer to home. The farm?” I set the flute down and looked at him.
He tilted his head from side to side. “Maybe. But there might be another place we like more. Let’s wait and see.” He played with my hand on the table, admiring the ring on my finger. “So what will your parents say?”
“They better say they’re happy for me. Or else they’re not invited.” He laughed and tugged on my elbow, pulling me onto his lap. I went gladly, slipping an arm around his shoulders.
“Well, we know your grandmother will be glad about it.”
“Definitely. She’ll say all her novenas worked.”
“She’s going to take credit for this?” He pressed a kiss to my bare shoulder.
I rolled my eyes. “Probably. Somehow.”
“Mmmm. You smell so good.” He rubbed his lips back and forth over my skin, inhaling deeply.
Beneath me, I felt his cock coming to life, and it sent a jolt of arousal straight to my core. “Mmm. Think we can escape?”
“I know we can.”
Sliding off his lap, I stood and let him lead me by the hand across the courtyard, away from the party, around the house and back toward the olive grove where the ceremony had taken place. We started out walking slowly, but as soon as we were out of sight Nick started moving faster. Soon we were running through the dark, slipping between rows of thick, curvy-branched olive trees. When we were deep in the grove, hidden from everything in the shadows of the moon, Nick turned and pinned my back to a wide tree trunk. “Lift up your dress.”
Breathless, I hiked up the filmy skirt of my dress, under which I wore the skimpiest lace panties I owned. Without even bothering to remove them, Nick licked his fingers and reached between my legs, sliding them inside me.
“Fuck,” I breathed, riding his hand as his thumb brushed over my clit through the lace. Yanking at his belt and then his fly, I freed his cock and wrapped a hand around its thick, hard shaft, let my thumb play over the head. He groaned as a silky drop oozed from the tip and I swirled it over his sensitive skin.
Our mouths were open, close but not kissing, our breathing hot and labored.
“Nick,” I panted. “I want it. Now.”
“Yeah?” He fingered me deeper, before sliding his fingers out to rub hard, fast circles over my clit.
“Oh, God. Yes. Please.” My legs were shaking.
“Lift up your dress.”
He moved my panties aside and thrust into me, pushing me hard against the tree. On the second thrust, my feet left the ground, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. His hands moved underneath my thighs, gripping hard and spreading me apart. The small of my back jammed against the ridges of the bark with every powerful shove of his cock inside me.
“I love it,” I breathed, clutching at his neck. “I love the way you fuck me. You make me come so hard.”
“Fuck yes,” he growled, going deeper. “I’ve wanted to get under that pretty dress all day.”
I bit my lip, aroused beyond measure by his ferocious desire. I stifled my cries in his neck as he took me higher, my insides growing tighter and tighter around him. My entire lower body went numb for a moment, suspending me between pain and pleasure, between tension and relief, between a breath and a scream. Finally, his orgasm burst me wide open, and I gasped with every thrust of his cock inside my dripping, pulsing core.
“Jesus,” I said a moment later. “I don’t know how I’m going to walk.”
“Good.”
I dropped my head back against the tree and looked at Nick’s face in the silvery dark. “Maybe you’ll have to carry me.”
He kissed my lips. “Anywhere and everywhere. As long as you’ll let me.”
