Chapter 8
MACK
It’s almost impossible to change for this wedding – partly because I know Layne is half naked on the other side of the bathroom door, but mainly because this massive erection is making things difficult.
Every time I’ve noticed another man looking at Layne this weekend, it’s made me prickle. Made me want to claim her as mine.
It's like I've been split in two. One is my logical, controlled, professional side, the one who has worked hard to grow this business, make connections, and keep things in line.
The other side is becoming obsessed with Layne. The way she smiles at me. The way her sharp eye catches things I never would have. The way she blushes faintly when I touch her, flirt, and treat her like my wife.
There's a frustrated huff from the bathroom. "Mack?" she calls out, cracking the door open. "I can't get this dress unzipped."
I awkwardly zip up my suit pants and rush over. "How can I help?"
She backs toward the door, looking over her shoulder at me shyly. "I got it partway down, but…"
I sweep her hair to the side, kissing the back of her shoulder blade.
The zipper definitely needs two hands and a firm jerk to get it over the rough spot.
I examine it closely, my warm breath drifting down her back.
"One of the teeth is bent. I've got some jewelry pliers that can straighten that out for the next time you wear it.”
She glances back, her clear blue eyes twinkling. "When will I ever wear something like this again? I don't go to fancy places.”
I continue unzipping, bending down to kiss along her spine. "Gorgeous, if you’ll let me, I will be taking you places. Anywhere you want." I hesitate. "Dinner. Dancing." My eyebrow lifts. “Bowling. I've heard that’s very romantic."
I slide the zipper down the rest of the way, and she holds the dress to her chest so it doesn't fall as she turns. "Are you actually saying…” she hesitates. "We're just focusing on this weekend, right?”
"Right.” My gaze skims along the top of her incredible cleavage. "And in case you come to your senses on Monday and decide you never want to speak to me again except for work-related matters, may I…" One bra strap has fallen off her shoulder from the awkward way she's holding the dress to her body.
I've seen lingerie models who didn't have half of this woman’s sex appeal. Maybe it's the fire in her eyes, or the way her curves seem to fit just perfectly in my hands. The soft blush of her lovely cheeks, or the way I can practically hear her heart pounding.
"In case this is my only chance to see you naked," I whisper, "may I help you get dressed?"
Layne laughs, following me out to the bed. "Don't you mean undressed?"
"That is step one of the getting dressed process, yes."
She smiles shyly. "What exactly are you suggesting?"
My hand slips into the back of her hair, tilting her mouth to mine for a soft, deep kiss.
Then my arm slides around her back, holding her close to my chest as I murmur into her hair, my voice husky.
"I'm going to peel that dress off, along with anything under it.
Then I'm going to lay you across the bed and lick your pussy until you come. "
A deep shiver runs through her as her chin tips up to mine. "How… How does that help me get dressed?"
"It might stop me fantasizing about you for long enough to let this guy go down."
I've been keeping my erection turned away. When I twist to her, Layne gasps. "Isn't that uncomfortable?"
"Don't worry about him. Just tell me… Would you be more relaxed this afternoon if I made you come now?”
Her chest heaves with every breath. "I've never… I mean, I don't know what to do."
My arms tighten, crushing her against my chest. "Baby, are you saying you’re a virgin?"
There's a long pause. Finally she whispers, "Yeah. I'm on the pill, but I've just never met anyone worth it, you know?"
"What about me. Am I worth it?" She's already nodding. "Layne, may I throw you naked onto this bed and bury my face in your pussy?"
Her luscious lips fall open, eyes wide. Then she nods even more emphatically. She inhales sharply as I take hold of her dress, pulling it to the floor firmly, and then unhook her bra, tossing the satin and lace away.
"Oh my God, you're gorgeous," I murmur, stepping back, holding her hand as I stare in disbelief. Her breasts are perfect. Full and perky, her deep rose nipples pebbled in anticipation. Her skin is porcelain smooth, with faint flushes of pink at her throat and cheeks.
“It’s weird,” she whispers.
"What is, baby?"
She follows me the two steps to the bed, then I lay her down across the light green blanket. "The way you look at me." Her eyes flutter shut. "And what it does to me when you call me baby."
"What does it do?"
My shirt hits the floor behind me, then I kneel at the edge of the bed, pulling her close, pulling her silky panties slowly down her thighs. "Does it make you wet, baby?”
"I… I think so."
"May I check?"
I press her knees apart, pulling two pillows under her head so she can watch me, then she giggles at my sharp inhale.
Her pussy is divinely pink and delicate, and as I slowly spread her open with my fingertips, I see her glistening arousal along her inner lips.
Thinking that I turn my girl on with just a few kisses and dirty words makes my cock pulse in anticipation.
But this moment isn’t about me. It’s about Layne.
My Layne. My girl.
I toss her leg over my shoulder, yanking her hips until she's right on the edge of the mattress. Her subtly sweet fragrance is like an exotic drug to me, thickening my blood and making it surge through my veins.
A meandering line of kisses along her inner thigh makes Layne quiver, her hands gripping my shoulders.
A trail of butterfly soft kisses all around her pussy makes her fingers thread into the back of my hair.
When I spread her open, dragging my tongue slowly across her opening and then circling her clit, she responds with a quiet but lustful moan.
“That's it, gorgeous," I mutter against her twitching, wet skin. "Hold onto me. Come on my mouth, baby."
I rub my face against her soft pussy, then dig in. She gasps as my tongue plunges deep, then her body quivers as my thumb flutters against her clit.
I'm so hard, it's like the pressure twisting through me is trying to drive me crazy.
Scooping an arm under her thigh, I grip her hip, holding her against me as I flutter my tongue against her sensitive nub. My fingers tease slowly, waiting until she moans before going any further. Just one finger shows me how tight she is. How wet. How wanting.
I slowly manage to work my finger deeper inside as she cradles the back of my head, urging me on.
I groan when she moans, her hot pussy tightening around me.
Her clit swells under my touch as I flatten my tongue, giving her more pressure.
Her knees are shaking, each breath a rasp as I feel a wave of tension flow through her.
I want to tell her how badly I need to taste her. Not just now, but every day. I'm already addicted. This is the woman I've been dreaming of. This is the woman I'm going to spend my life with.
"Oh!" she moans weakly, her head tossing on the pillows. "It's… It's almost too much…"
I ease back a little, still holding her tightly.
I manage to work a second finger in, not too deep but firmly.
Layne caresses the back of my head tenderly, making my soul surge.
This can't just be physical. She has to be falling for me as much as I'm falling for her…
right? This outrageous heat is going to take decades to explore properly.
Her thighs tremble around me and I feel her pussy clamp down around my fingers. Her head falls back as her breathy cries fill the room. Then I feel every single muscle in her body tense. Another sharp, broken cry, then every bit of tension releases, replaced by softness.
I lap up her juices, reveling in her subtle flavor. Then I kiss a path upward, cupping her breasts in my palms as I lick and suck her nipples.
By the time I'm lying beside her, kissing her soft lips, I'm sweating and almost trembling from the need to tear off my pants and thrust into her. "That was incredible," I exhale.
Layne blinks, then smiles. "That's just what I was going to say, too."
I kiss her forehead and sit up. "I should take a quick shower.” When I stand, her gaze lands on the awkwardly tented fabric at the front of my pants.
"Yeah," I chuckle. "I might take care of that while I’m in there."
As I turn toward the bathroom, Layne grabs my hand. "Can I help?”