Chapter 48 The Wedding #4
Tugging her panties down, I bring them to my nose. Her pupils blow wide as I jerk myself off at the same time as I take a deep inhale.
“I’m going to need to keep these.”
“Are you?” she breathes, her eyes sparkling.
“Fuck yeah.”
I drop my hand and scrunch it around the base of my cock, the other cupping my balls. I grunt as I jerk myself off again, this time with her panties wrapped around my shaft.
She watches me with flushed cheeks as I put on an obscene show, allowing my pre-cum to run down the sides of my length and sink into the fabric alongside her own arousal.
“It’s been a long time, Baby. Maybe I should come first before I fuck you. Paint those juicy tits of yours instead. Otherwise you’ll have me leaking out of you for days.”
“I want that.”
Tate holds my eyes, a dirty glint in hers.
I press my lips together in a tortured grunt.
“Fuck, Baby, you’re killing me.”
She smiles and I almost blow on the spot. “Come here.”
I discard the panties aside and do as my girl wants.
Settling between her legs, she widens her thighs on instinct, inviting the pulsing head of my dick to slide through her wetness.
“You sure?” I rasp, hovering on my arms above her, our faces only a few inches apart.
I don’t know why I’m asking. I’ve just devoured her like a starving man.
But this?
This feels like the final part of the puzzle. Like once we do this, that’s it. She really is back. She really is mine.
Forever.
“I’m more than sure,” she breathes, stroking my cheek.
“So am I.”
I hold her eyes as I push forward and finally thrust inside her after months of being apart.
“Tate,” I choke, my voice betraying me as I bottom out inside her tight wet heat.
Her breath puffs against my lips and she takes my face between her hands.
“I love you, Sullivan Beaufort,” she says, her body rippling around me, relishing every inch of me being back inside her, where I belong.
“I love you too, Tate Miller,” I say thickly. “I love you so, so much.”
I press a kiss to her lips, and she smiles against my mouth.
“What is it, Baby?” I rasp as I pull almost all the way out before sinking back inside her with a shudder.
Every muscle in my body is taut, dangling on a pinnacle of losing all control.
“I thought the making love came after?” she says, kissing me again.
This time I smile against her mouth and bring our foreheads together.
“My girl wants to be fucked, does she?”
Her responding gasp as I pull back and thrust inside her with a little more force tells me all I need to know.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” I say, pressing a final light kiss to her lips before straightening up on my arms and widening my knees so she’s spread out beneath me.
She’s stretched, pink, and glistening, my cock stuffed inside her and making her so full that her swollen little clit has pushed free of its hood.
“Now there’s a sight,” I admire with pursed lips as I begin pumping my hips, watching the way her pussy stretches around me like it’s only just managing to take me all.
“So good,” Tate whines.
I keep a punishing rhythm as I drink her in, sliding my eyes up her body to where her tits are bouncing up and down her chest.
Fuck, she’s right back where she belongs.
I’m going to love this woman for the rest of my life.
The realization hits me in the chest like an arrow to my heart and I let out a groan as my cock swells inside her.
“Tate. Fuck, Baby.”
She widens her legs, gazing up at me.
“Harder. I need you to fuck me harder. Make me forget what it was like during those months where I didn’t feel you inside me.”
I pound her into the mattress, loving the way she throws her head back with ecstasy. Loving the way she cries out my name and her body clamps down on me like it never wants to let go.
She wants me to make her forget.
But I want to remember.
I need to remember what it was like without her. How I almost lost her. So I know I’ll never be so fucking stupid ever again as long as I live.
“Sullivan,” she moans my name, and a familiar tightness hugs my slicked-up cock.
“You going to come, Baby?”
“Uh-huh,” she manages to utter through a panted whine.
“Good girl. Let it out,” I coo, jerking my chin forward and pushing a little deeper so my pubic bone rubs her exposed clit.
She comes with a cry, her lashes fluttering as she struggles to hold my gaze.
“Good girl,” I choke. “Your cunt’s milking me, Baby. Jesus Christ.”
I can’t hold it any longer, as she spasms around me, I let go.
I come so hard my eyes water, and my hearing muffles.
“Tate,” I grunt. “Oh fuuuuckkkk….”
The only thing I can focus on as I unload months’ worth of pent-up sexual longing is her eyes.
Beautiful, trusting blue eyes that sparkle up at me like I’m her goddamn man.
I am her goddamn man.
“I love you.” I kiss her roughly, sliding one hand to her neck and holding her in place as I thrust, making our mixed cum spill out over our thighs. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
We’re a sweaty, slick mess of hammering hearts and heaving chests as I slowly fuck the last pulses of my orgasm out inside her. Her body flutters around me with the aftershocks of hers.
I drop my forehead to hers and a serene smile paints itself over her face as we finally catch our breath.
“I didn’t even congratulate your father and Halliday yet. Or say hello to any of the other guests. I’m so rude.”
“Don’t worry, he knows you got here safely on a private jet.” I smirk.
“What? How?”
She waits for clarification, but I kiss her instead. She’ll figure out my father’s the one who owns a private jet with a sterling silver interior soon. He bought it for Halliday as a present so her parents could visit from England.
I’d usually hate anyone interfering with my personal life.
My father knows that.
Yet, he did it anyway.
And I need to thank him until my voice gives out.
Tate returned to me. Us. After the tour. And now.
She came back to me and Molly where I desperately wanted her to be, and where my father could see she belonged.
“Besides, you’re not a guest,” I inform her.
“Oh God. I wasn’t even invited. I’m a wedding crasher!” She squeaks and it’s adorable.
I chuckle and her eyes narrow playfully.
“It’s not funny. There are members of your family here that I haven’t met before, and now they’ll have a bad impression of me.”
I kiss her neck, savoring the scent of her that surrounds me.
“You’re not a wedding crasher, Tate. You’re one of us.”
“What?”
“Family,” I state. “You’re family now. You don’t just get me and Molly; you have to take us all. But there’s no going back.” I flex my dick inside her making her body clench around me. “We’ve consummated your return. You’re mine now.”
She chews her lip, her eyes sparkling.
“Hmm, I like the sound of that. I always wanted a bigger family. And lots of babies.”
I groan and kiss her.
She winks at me and I’m a fucking goner for her all over again.
“Beauforts stick together,” she muses.
“We do, Baby.”
I’m already growing hard inside her again at her mention of babies. The idea of Tate with a baby bump, growing a little brother or sister for Molly is like a shot of adrenaline to my dick.
“But if any of my family think they’re getting even a second of your time tonight, then they’re mistaken.”
I kiss her again.
“Because now…” I start pumping my hips, sliding in and out of her, nice and slow and deep. “Now I’m about to make love to the woman I’m crazy about.”
Her eyes mist.
“I love you, Tate,” I breathe.
“I love you too, she whispers, pulling me into a tender kiss that has my heart swelling.
Our hands entwine, fingers wrapped together as we move in harmony.
Like a perfect song.
One I’ll be playing on repeat.
Always.