Chapter 48 The Wedding #3
“Oh, right.” She bites her lip, lifting her heated gaze to mine. “It’s like that, is it?”
“Sure is.”
I step toward her, and our breath mingles in the hot, loaded air. For a few heartbeats, we just stare in longing, drinking one another in.
“Tate?” I whisper.
She licks her lips. “Sullivan?”
The trust in her eyes as she looks up through her lashes at me has my dick throbbing painfully against my zipper.
I stroke some strands of hair back from her eyes, groaning softly as I allow the back of my fingers to trace down the side of her face, over her neck where her pulse is fluttering beneath her silky skin, and to her collar bones.
“Am I fucking you or making love to you first?”
“I get to choose?” She bites her lip playfully, matching my low, raspy tone. I’m barely holding back from throwing her beneath me on the bed, tearing her panties out of the way, and burying myself to the hilt.
“If it makes you feel better, call it choice. But I’ll be doing both multiple times before the night is over. You can just decide how you want it first.”
Her eyes drop to the tented bulge in my pants and her lips curl up.
“You think you can do slow right now?” She wraps her palm around my shaft and squeezes.
“Fuck,” I hiss, gazing through hooded lids at her.
She strokes me through the material and pre-cum leaks so fast from my slit that a wet patch appears on the front of my pants.
“I can do slow,” I force out through gritted teeth.
With skilled hands, she slides down my zipper and pulls my heavy cock out. I let out a tortured groan as my balls hike up to my body, desperate to unload inside her.
“Are you sure?” she teases.
“Tate,” I warn. “I need you back on my cock, where you belong. So give me an answer I can work with.”
She tilts her face up to mine, her tongue darting out and swiping delicately at her plump lower lip.
“Fucking,” she whispers. “Fuck me first.”
I grab her face and crush my lips to hers, making her gasp in surprise. Maybe she expected me to throw her down and sink inside her straight away. And as much as my cock is begging me to do just that, I want to kiss her first.
I need to kiss her, because my brain is still processing the fact that she’s here.
And she’s staying.
She’s mine.
“You’re beautiful. So fucking sexy,” I pant roughly as I descend on her neck, assaulting it with kisses that I know might leave marks. She can wear them and show the world that she’s goddamn mine until I get a ring on her finger and call her my wife.
The thought makes the throbbing end of my cock leak all over her pale blue dress.
“I ruined your dress,” I grind out, baring my teeth to the swell of her cleavage as I bend to pull it into a biting kiss.
Tate shivers in my arms, her nipple tightening into a steeled peak beneath my exploring hand.
“It’s fine. I can clean it. I have new dryers from my landlord at my place, remember?”
Even though I know she’s teasing, the idea that it might still be her place when we return to New York, and that she might want to live apart sends a rush of white-hot rage-filled panic through me.
Her dress pays the price.
Her body is pulled toward mine, making her tits heave with a shocked gasp as I grab the neckline and tear the thin fabric right down the center.
“Now I really fucking ruined it.”
“Oh my God.” Her eyes are wide, but they quickly drop to a lust-filled haze. “I liked this one,” she says, her cheeks all flushed and pretty.
“I’ll buy you a thousand just like it.”
I rake my eyes down her body ruthlessly.
“You’re even more incredible than I remember,” I say in awe.
I drop a hand to my dick and squeeze it, unable to help myself as I lick my lower lip, eyes greedily ravaging her tits that are spilling out of her bra.
“Fuck yeah, Baby. You got even sexier.”
I gather up a slick load of pre-cum and let go of my dick. Using the tips of my fingers I paint her heaving cleavage until it’s shining with me.
“Do you like this bra too?” I bite my lip as I reach for it.
Before she can answer, I’ve forced my fingers through both thin lace cups and shredded them so her dusky pink nipples poke through.
“Sullivan,” she gasps through a shocked laugh.
“You know the panties are next, Tate. Fuck me, I need to see that pussy of yours. I’ll incinerate anything that’s in my way of being with you.”
She looks at me with a heady intensity.
We both know I’m not just talking about clothes and sex anymore.
Her eyes stay glued to mine as I lower my head and seal my mouth around one nipple. She sucks in a breath and sinks her hand into my hair, tugging it from the roots. I smile around her as I suck harder and lap at her with my tongue.
If I ever doubted that she’s missed me as much as I’ve missed her, then her needy whimpers blow any doubts from my mind.
“I need to make you come,” I groan, my attention on her breasts ramping up in intensity until I’m grazing them with my teeth and delivering little nips alongside open-mouthed, sucking kisses and licks. “Fuck, Tate. I need you coming on my face and my cock, Baby.”
She moans with wanton need as I pick her up and place her onto my bed.
I hold her eyes as I remove my pants and underwear, until I’m standing at the foot of the bed, naked with my dick in my hand.
I give it a much-needed stroke.
“Look at you, Baby,” I tsk. “Lying there with your pretty dress all ruined and your tits out like you’re aching to be fucked.”
“Oh God,” she whimpers, arching up in the air and presenting her perfect nipples to me for sucking on again as I kneel on the bed between her thighs.
“That what you want? To be fucked?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Please, Sullivan,” she pants. “Take away the emptiness I’ve felt without you.”
Her words make my throat thicken instantly, and our eyes lock.
“I’ll never let you go again, Baby. I swear.” My voice comes out hoarse and tortured.
But it’s what she needs to hear.
It’s what we both need.
Her eyes soften, love and lust glazing them as any last hints of doubt that could have been lingering there drift away.
She wriggles on the bed beneath me as I drink her in. Content to just look at her and bask in the glory of being able to call her mine again.
“Show me,” she whispers.
I snap out of my haze as the soaked fabric of her panties rubs against the crown of my dick.
Looking down between our bodies I tut like I’m disappointed.
“What’s this?”
“What?” She wriggles more as I sit back on my heels and watch the way she’s desperately trying to rub herself against my rock-hard dick.
“This?” I repeat, dragging one knuckle down the center of the blue lace that’s darkened into a wet strip. “All this”—I lick my lips slowly—“wetness. It’s leaking out of your greedy little cunt.”
She shudders as I drag my knuckle back up, circling over her clit.
“Now I know why you asked for fucking first,” I say as I cinch the soaked fabric of her panties between my thumb and forefinger and pull it up toward her clit so that the swollen lips of her pussy spill out either side of it.
The resulting look is filthy and fucking fabulous.
She gasps as I lean down and suck one side past my lips.
“It’s because…” I move to suck the other side, loving the gasp that comes from her pretty little mouth. “You know you’ll not be able to take my cock slowly. Your wet little cunt’s too greedy. It wants to be stuffed full of it, coming on it as I fuck you hard and fast, doesn’t it?”
Tate whimpers.
“Doesn’t it?” I nip her clit through the tightened fabric.
“Yes!” she cries, her thighs trembling around my ears. “Yes.”
“You need to come for me, Baby?” I choke out, emotion building in my chest as I circle her clit with the tip of my nose, breathing her in, but purposefully making myself wait before I allow myself a full taste of her.
I need to savor it. Burn it into my memory.
I almost lost her.
“Yes,” she whimpers. “Make me come, Sullivan.”
I screw my eyes up, a guttural sound like that of an animal in pain rushing past my lips as I yank her panties to the side and press my open mouth to her.
Her taste explodes on my tongue, filling my senses, overtaking my head, becoming the only thing I can focus on as I sink into her, devouring her with rough, desperate sucks, licks, and kisses.
“Baby,” I utter, diving even deeper into her until her wetness is coating my tongue and gliding down my throat. “Don’t ever leave me,” I beg. “Don’t ever fucking leave me.”
Her hands work their way into my hair, holding on for dear life as I bring her to the edge.
“Sullivan…”
She’s trembling and writhing beneath me, her voice filled with a dizzying lust and wanton heat.
“You taste so good.”
She whimpers, her thighs shaking either side of my head as I eat her out with increased determination.
“Oh God,” she whimpers.
I sink even deeper, lapping up every quiver of her pussy and swallowing down all the slick arousal that’s dripping out of her.
“Come on my face, Baby. There’s a good girl now.”
She tenses, and her grip tightens on my hair making my dick surge with a wave of pre-cum, that drips onto the sheets.
The incredible sound she makes the moment she lets go is one I’ll replay over and over in my head for the rest of my life.
“Sullivan! Oh my… Sullivan!”
She screams. My girl fucking screams my name as she squirts a jet of warm cum into my mouth.
I drink it down with a smack of my lips before sinking back into her, hungry for more.
“Jesus Christ, yes, Baby. That’s what I’m talking about.”
She whimpers and pants and wriggles, not knowing what to do with herself. I clamp my forearm over her hips, pushing her into the mattress as I work her back up with my tongue again.
“Sullivan!”
Her orgasm rolls into another delicious wet scream of my name.
If the band wasn’t playing so loud then there’s no doubt the whole wedding party would hear her.
I’m going for a third when she pulls my hair so hard I wince.
“Need you,” she pants, “inside me.”
I kiss her trembling skin, loving the way she sucks in a breath as my lips graze her puffy, silky little clit.