Chapter 5
Chapter Five
ASTRID
W hen Cupid’s mouth presses against mine, I realize everything I’ve ever dreamed of is coming true. All those fantasies I’ve played out in my mind are becoming a reality, and they all lie within this man. It’s always been him for as long as I can remember. How have I gone and fallen in love with the same man over and over?
That's why I knew when he asked me to marry him right now, it wasn't actually crazy. It has been and always will be him. It didn’t matter how he came to me—my heart, brain, and body always picked him. There have only ever been three people I’ve thought about the possibility of more with, and it was always the same person.
Cupid’s fingers sink into my hair as he moves his mouth against mine. My eyes close, and I let myself feel him at first. I want to remember every detail of this kiss. When his tongue strokes across the seam of my lips, I part them, wanting him to deepen it.
He does.
Neither of us may have been kissed before, but it’s all natural. There is no tentativeness to his kiss. His tongue slips in and strokes mine. I let my body melt into his, and my knees weaken. Cupid keeps me on my feet, wrapping his arm around my waist to hold me in place.
A groan rumbles through him into me, and I answer it back with a moan of my own. Desire swirls up inside me and builds quickly. My body wants more, and a whimper leaves me when I realize his hard cock is pressing into my stomach. Anytime I make a sound, it jerks against me.
“Guys, I don’t want to interrupt but…” Nick’s voice pulls me back to reality.
A wonderful reality, but it reminds me that I’m standing in front of a room full of people having a very intense first kiss. Another growl leaves Cupid before he lifts his mouth from mine. He licks his lips and then his smile is gigantic.
Heat rushes to my face for a million different reasons, but not embarrassment; it’s more shyness than anything. But most of all, it’s the excitement of not only staring up into my husband's handsome face but seeing his mouth all swollen from our kisses. I love seeing the ring on his finger when I slipped it into place, but seeing this mark on him is easily as hot. Especially knowing I’m the only girl to have ever kissed those lips and I’ll forever be the only one.
Cupid takes my hand and leads me back down the aisle. Everyone stands and cheers, and no sooner does he gets me out of the room than he has me in his office with the door shut behind us. When the lock clicks into place, he’s kissing me again.
“You’re my wife,” he says between kisses. “Fuck, I knew you’d taste sweet.” His mouth travels down my neck, and he pushes me back to sit on his desk.
“Cupid,” I moan when his hands start to bunch up my dress, trying to get it pulled up around my waist.
“Please don’t tell me to stop.” His fingers slip into the front of my panties, pulling them to the side. I know he can feel how soaked they are. “You’re bare,” he grits out between his teeth. “Who did you shave for?” He tugs on my panties, and they rip apart, but they never stood a chance.
“You,” I admit. “I had a feeling something was going to happen today. Cupid.” I lick my lips. “You told me I’d be your Valentine, so I thought maybe today you might show. I also…” I pause as heat rushes to my face.
“Out with it. No secrets.”
“Sometimes in my head I make up fantasies. I’ve been having one about you, Q, losing it tonight at the party and pulling me into your office to have your way with me.” His nose flares.
“Then you were going to be with Cupid after?” I nod. It’s naughty, but what’s a girl to do?
“It’s only fantasies, but sometimes I play them out a bit. Like shaving on the off-chance they become real.”
“So you shaved to be ready for me?”
“All of you.”
“Then I better not disappoint.” He smirks as he drops to his knees in front of me. “This is a fantasy you better get used to. There is no way I’ll be able to have you fluttering around the kitchen outside my office and not drag you in for a taste.”
“Oh gosh.” I love the sound of that.
Cupid buries his face between my thighs, and I gasp at the sensation. My fantasies are nothing compared to the real thing as he licks and sucks, not teasing me at all. We’ve waited long enough.
“So tight,” he groans when he slips a finger inside of me and then another. I already felt his cock pressed against me, and I have no idea how he’ll ever fit inside. I don’t care; I’ll die trying. There is no way I’m not taking every inch of my husband. Cupid pumps his fingers faster, working in another. It’s tight, and the small pinch of pain is erotic.
“Q, Austin…I-I-I can’t.” I shake my head. It’s all too much. I’m coming undone.
“You will, my sweets. Give me my sugar,” he demands before sucking my clit into his mouth, taking long pulls while he strokes his tongue back and forth. When his fingers hook inside of me, I’m done for. I scream out his name as the orgasm assaults my body.
Tears slip free from all the overwhelming emotions that come flooding out. “Sweets.” Cupid kisses me, and when I open my eyes, I realize I’m sitting in his lap. “You with me?”
“I’m always going to be with you. You’ll be lucky if I let you out of my sight.” I sniffle then smile at him through my watery eyes.
“Good, I don’t want to be out of your sight.” I run my fingers down his strong jaw. I can’t believe he’s Austin, but the more I stare at his face, the more I can see it. I trace my finger across his cheek and down his nose.
“I bet if I keep feeding you, you’ll look more like Austin did,” I tease, making him chuckle.
“Maybe, but I think I’m going to get some good workouts in with my wife.” A snort followed by a giggle leaves me. “Fuck me, you’re adorable.”
“I plan to, but…” I trail off, glancing toward the door, remembering there are a ton of people waiting for us. Cupid grips my chin, pulling my attention back to him.
“As much as I want to say fuck it and steal you away, we have our whole lives. I'm going to share a few dances with my wife, eat the cake she made for me, and show you off before I drag you back to our home.” Tears fill my eyes again. I’ve never been so happy in my life. Nick has always been my family, but this is different. This is a family that belongs to me.
“Our home.” I love those words.
“Our home. I know all your dreams, sweets. You’ve told me them all over the years, and while I’ve waited to claim you, I’ve been making them all come true. If you’re impressed with the restaurant I built for you, wait until you see what else I’ve done.” Not one of my fantasies has lived up to the reality of this man.
“I love you,” I tell him, meaning it down to my soul.
“I love you too, sweets.” He stands, putting me on my feet. “No more fantasies for you. I’m making them all a reality.”