Chapter 33
THIRTY-THREE
OVERWHELMING BLISS
James
In our room, the last light of the day filled the space, landing on the rose petals I’d left on the quilt.
The little white lights I’d put up on the canopy over the bed twinkled.
Beth’s gaze absorbed it all. With a smile on her lips, she found a wash cloth and removed the wedding cake from our faces.
Every movement tender. Every look loaded with meaning.
Her hands slid to undo my tie, and I caressed the pretty design in her hair, finding the first of many pins and pulling one loose. We worked in silence, our passion a dam waiting to break.
Taking fistfuls of my shirt, Beth pressed up on her toes and nipped my lower lip. Her tongue soothed the mark, and some sort of growling noise filled the room.
It came from me.
“Too long,” I said, the need in me cresting, and I took her mouth in a blistering kiss. For three long weeks, we’d waited, teasing and scandalising the other, trying to get an excuse to break our pact.
The denial was so worth it.
All I’d learned during our brief but wholly immersive few days of sex rushed to the front of my mind.
But the basic need to be inside her reigned.
My skin singed where Beth touched me. We wrestled with each other’s clothes, wrenching buttons and zips, all the while warring with our mouths.
Beth gave a frustrated moan, struggling to undo my shirt buttons. I slowed. Then I took her hands in mine. Pregnant. Gentle.
Walking her backwards to the bed, I lay her down among the petals. Beth’s gaze captured mine, but she was under my control now. I stretched her arms above her head and gave her a slow, loving kiss that told her how this was going to go.
Then I rolled her over so I had her back.
“Top tiny buttons. Then the ribbon.” Her voice came muffled, her tone strained.
In the low light, I swept her hair to the side and laid a kiss on her bare shoulder. Then in the join of her neck. Another at the top of her spine.
Beth shivered and shifted on the bed, impatient.
I drew a line down the soft skin at the centre of her back until I met her dress, and I made quick work of the row of little pearl buttons. Underneath, I found a laced ribbon, just begging to be undone, to let the dress fall.
I continued kissing a path down, and I unlaced her, the dress giving way, exposing her beautiful skin, her tight waist. Beth pushed up on her elbows, and I dragged the whole thing down her body, discarding it to a chair.
Leaving her perfect backside on display, a white, lacy thong and her wedding heels her only clothes.
My mouth watered.
Beth widened her stance, her heels pointing out in provocative spikes.
Jesus.
I still wore my suit, the jacket the only item so far removed.
“Move up,” I said quietly, stripping off my waistcoat in quick measure.
Beth crawled forwards on her knees—a gorgeous sight.
The bed dipped where I knelt between her legs.
Before she dropped down again, I took a handful of her hip and held her up, urging her to stay on all fours.
Then I stroked my palm down her back, cupping her smooth ass cheek. Feeling her, showing her my intent.
“Look at you.” I pressed my lips to the very bottom of her spine, on the apex of the thong.
“Like the sight of your wife, all willing and wanton?” She arched her back, pushing her ass higher.
God, yes. My cock grew impossibly hard and thick.
Gripping her hips, I licked up her spine, kissed her shoulder, then gently bit the juncture of her neck.
“More,” she said, her voice unsteady.
I palmed her heavy breast, then ran my hands down her sides, admiring her and teasing myself by taking this slow.
The next kiss, I placed right at the core of her, forcing her thighs wider. Beth huffed. I bit the soaking lace, and she yelped.
So good. I loved seeing her like this but I needed better access.
Before I could turn her, Beth gave a frustrated laugh. “Please, this is torment. Fuck me. Pull my underwear aside. I need you inside me. We have a whole night to tease and play around, but right now, I need just this one thing from you.”
Urgency returned in a hot rush. There was no asking twice. In quick moves, I unzipped, releasing my cock. I gave myself a stroke at the same time I ran a finger under the thong.
Beth pushed against my hand, seeking any kind of relief. “Please, James.”
Need vibrated inside me. I pulled the material aside and rubbed my cock head over her slick core. Then I lined up and held my breath.
“Yes. Yes. Yes,” Beth chanted, her back bowed, the sight unforgettable.
The first, slow push was an exquisite torture. We made twin sounds of desperate need as my inches disappeared. The heat of her was home, the sensation of being inside her everything.
In slow, long strokes, I sank deep inside the woman I loved, wary about pushing too hard, not wanting to hurt her.
Then Beth gave a slow roll of her hips.
“Fuck,” I muttered, closing my eyes. I’d had any amount of ribbing from the two older McRaes on wedding night etiquette. I couldn’t lose it just because I’d been sex-starved for three weeks. I’d been sex-starved permanently before that.
She rolled her hips again, this time sliding back a few inches, before slamming back, fully seating me in her.
I opened my eyes and watched the place we were joined.
Then took over the job.
I gave a low groan and held her in place by the hips, pulled out then thrust forwards. Beth practically purred. So I did it again, harder. Still nothing like before. Nowhere near the ramming my horniness demanded.
“Let go,” Beth ordered. “I won’t break.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.”
It was the permission I needed. With both hands holding her ass in the air, I let loose on speed. Beth moaned low and long, supporting herself with one hand, palming her breast with the other, pinching her nipple.
“Oh God. Play with yourself.”
She reached between her legs, the tips of her fingers bumping against my thrusting cock as she touched herself. My heart raced, and I worked her, unable to stop and desperate for her to come.
I knew I couldn’t last. The vision of her was too erotic. My body was too wound up.
This would be the first of many, if Beth wanted it, and I was so turned on. Almost delirious by the sounds she made.
“Wait,” she gasped.
I froze, teetering on the edge. So close.
“I want to see you when I come and I want to kiss you.” She pulled off me and rolled over, her chest heaving and her bare breasts beyond delicious.
Her gaze took me in. “God, you look gorgeous like that. The suit and your big cock. A dream come true. Now strip.” She tore off her thong and kicked her shoes to the floor.
I made some sort of carnal sound of agreement, then dragged my shirt over my head, shredding buttons in the process. The rest of my clothes followed in quick succession, then I climbed back onto the bed, into the cradle of her hips.
In an easy movement, I slid back inside her, this time able to lay a kiss on her mouth.
“Do you want this?” I arched and took her nipple in my mouth, a thrill of lust shooting down to my balls, sucking on her hard. “Or this.” I moved back to her mouth and kissed her again, doing filthy things with my tongue. Giving her wet, open-mouthed kisses. Fucking her with easy long strokes.
“Just kiss me and make me come.”
Well, okay!
Beth stroked my tongue with hers and tucked her legs around my waist, hooking her ankles over my backside. We moved as one, grinding together our most sensitive parts, lost in blissful sensation.
Without speaking, we changed into a slower rhythm, no other sound than the catching of our breaths.
Beth’s internal muscles clamped down on me, and I knew she was close.
We kept up the kiss, our movements becoming shaky.
My balls tightened, and all my focus went to the feel of her around me, in my heart, and in every breath I sucked in.
The perfect, glorious joy of making love.
With a staggering gasp, Beth dropped her head back. She shattered, pulses throbbing through her and into me. My own orgasm hit me a millisecond later, taking me by surprise. It had built and built, and I’d ridden the crest for so long. Now I fell, a hoarse groan ripping out from me.
I spilled inside her, pleasure pounding. Then I dropped onto her, careful not to crush her but holding her tight.
For a long while, we lay together, stunned by the overwhelming bliss.
Beth took a long breath. Then she giggled, the movement shaking me. “You know, if I wasn’t already pregnant, that would’ve done it.”
We both descended into a fit of laughter. Elated. Relieved.
So, so happy.
Nothing could ruin this thing we’d found. We had one another, and that was enough.