Declan & Renee
After sending a text to Declan to remind him what time the ceremony started, Renee applied her makeup. She never spent a lot of time on makeup, but for the wedding, knowing she’d have to smile for a gazillion pictures, she put in a little extra effort.
Still not a lot of makeup though. She didn’t need it rubbing off on Declan’s borrowed suit. The thought brought images of being in his arms, dancing. And more. Suppressing a shudder, she stepped into the dress, glad Mariah had kept it simple.
The navy blue dress had a sweetheart neckline and little off-the-shoulder straps. It flared a little at the waist and swirled around her knees. It was the cutest bridesmaid dress she could remember ever seeing. That included the ones her friends had worn at her wedding.
The door opened as she put in her earrings. She stepped out of the bathroom. “Hey. Did you find something fun to do?”
He stood staring at her. His eyes went a little dark. “Just wandered around a while.”
“We have less than an hour to get to the ceremony, so you should probably start getting ready.”
He stepped closer. “It only takes me a few minutes to change my clothes.”
Wrapping an arm around her hip, he tugged her close. He nuzzled her neck and then kissed her. “You smell so fucking good.”
She tensed and tried to step back. “We cannot do this. I’m dressed and you need to get ready.”
“You said I had an hour.”
“Less than an hour.”
He kissed her neck. “Ten minutes to get to the hotel. Ten minutes to change. That gives me at least twenty minutes to make you come.”
“No!” She gripped his shoulders. “I’m ready. I don’t have time to change and if you mess up my hair, Mariah will kill you.”
He shifted to look into her eyes. “So, as long as I stick to the schedule, and I don’t mess up your hair or dress, I can do what I want?”
“I didn’t say that.”
His hand skated up her thigh. “But you want to.”
“We don’t have time.”
“We do. Let me prove it.”
“We can’t be late.”
“I promise you will be on time, looking hotter than the bride.” He stroked her through her panties.
Her eyes fluttered closed. This man was going to be the death of her. She didn’t respond. There was nothing to say. Whenever he touched her, she melted and couldn’t think straight. He had her hot and ready and she was already breathing heavy.
“Come here and sit down.” He led her to the chair by the window.
“I can’t wrinkle this dress.”
“Sweetheart, if I make you come while you’re standing, you’ll fall over and mess yourself up. Trust me.”
As she lowered to the seat, he lifted her dress so it flowed behind her and over the arms of the chair.
“Now lift up a second so I can take off your underwear.”
She did as she was told.
He tsked at her. “Already wet. You might want to get a fresh pair.” He inhaled deeply before tossing them aside.
She closed her legs and pressed her thighs together.
“Uh-uh. That’s for me.” He slid her dress a little higher, careful not to wrinkle it, and disappeared between her legs.
He didn’t toy around but dove right in, sucking and licking.
One arm scooped behind her ass and scooted her forward.
Without missing a beat, he thrust fingers inside her and began pumping to the rhythm his tongue kept.
She tried not to move, afraid of messing up her hair and the dress, but he felt so fucking good.
She slapped a hand on top of his head and held him as she shifted to keep his mouth where she wanted it. He suddenly switched his movements rapidly alternating between flicking her clit and sucking hard on it.
“Oh, god. Don’t stop. Please.”
He chuckled and she felt the puff of air against her wet skin as an added sensation.
She no longer cared if the dress was wrinkled.
She thrust her hips up and rode the fuck out of his face until she was shuddering and shaking, sparks of light flashing behind her eyelids, and unable to speak coherently.
When he was done, every muscle in her body was loose. He’d been right. There was no way she’d still be upright if she’d been standing when he did that.
He popped out from under her skirt and looked at the bedside clock. “By my count, I still have about ten minutes.”
“Oh god. I can’t do more of that. I won’t be able to walk down the aisle.”
“Don’t worry. It’s my turn. Stand up.”
Even though she wasn’t sure her legs would hold her, she did what he asked.
He spun her to face the mirror over the desk in the corner.
Skimming his fingers across her collarbones, he whispered against her neck, “You’re so beautiful I can’t control myself.
Every time I look at you, I want you again. ”
Her eyes drifted closed as he spoke.
“Bend over and hold onto the desk. I need to be inside you, but if I lay you down, everyone will know I fucked you right before the wedding.”
She leaned forward, keeping her eyes on his as he dropped his jeans and kicked them to the side. He lifted her skirt and flipped it over her back. With both hands, he grasped her ass cheeks. “Oh, fuck,” he said reverently.
As he massaged her cheeks, her eyes fluttered closed again. Everything he did felt so good, but it was almost overwhelming. Almost.
His hands left her body and she heard him tear the condom wrapper. She reopened her eyes and watched him in the mirror as he entered her. With a grin, she said, “Better hurry. We’re on a schedule. I’d hate to cut you off before you finish.”
He smacked her ass as he thrust deeper. A rotation of his hips had her eyes rolling back in her head. How did he know how to get to her every time?
He began pumping into her and after a few strokes, he lost his restraint. He pounded into her, flesh slapping. Every time they connected, she came a little closer to the brink and it was like he knew it. He reached around and pinched her already sensitive clit.
It sent them both over again.
When she reopened her eyes, she caught him staring at her in the mirror. The look was filled with something other than lust, but she didn’t know what to think. Her mind was foggy from sex.
He pulled out and said, “Don’t move.”
“Wha—”
“Stay.” He pointed a finger at her.
“I’m not a dog.”
Returned a second later with a washcloth. “I promised you would not only be on time but that you wouldn’t be a mess.”
He gently cleaned her up.
The action was so kind and thoughtful, that Renee didn’t know what to do with the swell of emotion bubbling up in her.
“Okay.” He tossed the washcloth into the bathroom. “Now go get some fresh underwear while I get dressed.”
“Yes, sir.”
“You don’t want to start, or we’ll never make it out of this room.”
She shivered a little but stepped away from him. True to his word, he was ready in less than ten minutes. She freshened her makeup and they were out the door with five minutes to spare. They walked to the hall holding hands like a real couple.
Renee chose not to think about the ramifications of that. Right now, she was too happy to care.