Epilogue 1 #2
His actions contradict his words because in the next breath, he’s palming my waist and lifting me, sitting me on the counter.
My legs part for him as he steps between them and threads his fingers into the hairs at the back of my head, releasing a deep groan.
I bite my lip, convinced I made the right choice by having Addie take my hair down.
He pushes his face into my neck, inhaling deeply while pressing frantic kisses all over my skin. “I’m barely holding on here. All I want is to take you home and make love to you over and over . . .” He nips at my earlobe. “And over again.”
“Maddox,” I sigh, letting my head hang to give him full access to my neck. His prickly jaw scrapes at the sensitive skin, but I’ve grown to love the feeling. Plus, it’s not like it wasn’t already red. “We’re in your parents’ bathroom.”
“Can’t you be quiet, sweetheart? Besides, nobody uses this one.”
One of his hands travels from my waist to my thigh before sliding up over my garter and then cupping my pussy. I grip his suit jacket and let the immediate pleasure of his touch wash over me.
“Not enough time,” I gasp when he pushes my panties to the side and parts my wet flesh with one finger.
“You’re so wet, you filthy girl. I can just slide right in. Hmm?”
I buck up when he slips that finger inside of me and twirls his thumb over my clit. A broken cry breaches my lips before he’s taking my mouth in a hard kiss and pulling my bottom lip between his teeth, biting down on it.
“Unbuckle my belt for me. I’m not letting you out of here without knowing I’ve taken care of this wet, needy pussy,” he grunts, adding a second finger to the first and starting to slide them in and out of me.
The wet sound that follows fills the room, and I start to nod, too far gone to turn him down.
My fingers move quickly as I pull the leather from the heavy black buckle and all but rip the button of his slacks open. My throat bobs when I find his cock hard, straining against his briefs, tip peeking above the band and glistening with precum.
In one shove, I bring his pants to his thighs and wrap my hand around his erection, feeling the hard warmth of it in my palm. Stroking up, I swipe the glistening bead of cum from his tip with my thumb then and spread it along the shaft as I bring my hand back down.
He hisses out a breath, slamming a hand to the counter beside my thigh. “Put it inside of you, Braxton.”
I scoot to the edge of the counter and shake my head. “Not like this.”
His eyes widen slightly as he frowns. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I just want you to take me from behind. I want to watch in the mirror,” I admit, not the least bit embarrassed by my suggestion.
Maddox makes me confident. I love who I am with him and who I am when he can’t be beside me. I just love me, period.
Desire flashes in his eyes before I’m being set on my feet and spun around, the edge of the counter biting into my hips as he flips my dress up, exposing my ass. I rest my hands on the round edge of the sink and look over my shoulder at the man behind me, so completely in love with him.
“You’re a goddess. A goddamn vision. Now and always. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you,” he mutters, shaking his head while he stares at me, as if he can’t believe I’m here and that this is real life. Most of the time, I wonder the same thing.
I push back against him, feeling his cock press against the seam of my ass. My eyelids begin to drop as pleasure zips through me, the anticipation killing me.
“This is real, Maddox. Today is the start of our forever.”
He bends over the curve of my back and kisses my head, my neck, and then my back, starting at the top and slowly moving down along my spine. Each touch of his lips to my skin is a silent promise, and I swallow the ball of emotion that builds in my throat.
“I love you, Curly,” he whispers, cock teasing my entrance.
“I love you, Dox,” I cry as he enters me, filling me to the hilt with a single thrust.
A carnal noise escapes him, and I let my head fall forward, arms already shaking. His hands are everywhere as he starts to move inside of me, a rush of quick, desperate touches. He pulls at my nipples, and I bite down on my lip to keep from screaming at how good it feels.
Suddenly, his fingers are in my hair, and he’s gripping it, using it to pull my head back. Our eyes meet in the mirror, and the fire in my belly grows at the wild look in his. At the pure possession and obsession turning them a deep, dark shade of green, almost brown.
“You said you wanted to watch, Braxton. So, watch.”
I do, fighting back the impulse to let my eyes roll back into my head.
His jaw pulses with each thrust, and his cheeks are a similar shade of pink as mine, but he never looks away.
Not as I clench around him, trying to keep him deep as my orgasm comes barrelling toward me, and not when he buries his face in my throat and curses his pleasure against my skin, warmth filling me.
Only once he’s peppered adoring kisses all over the side of my face does he pull back and slip soft touches over my body. I hum low in my throat, letting him run a soft towel between my legs and press his lips to my butt cheek before he stands.
“Are you sated now, husband?” I ask teasingly, spinning around and giving him a lazy smile.
He grins wickedly. “And then some. Are you, wife?”
“Perfectly sated. Enough to last the rest of the reception, anyway.”
“My dirty girl.” He winks. “Are you ready to go back out, or do you want a few more minutes alone?”
I shake my head. “I’m ready. I still have to throw my bouquet. Any guesses on who will catch it?”
He lowers his head and kisses my forehead. “As long as it isn’t Adalyn, I don’t care who catches it.”
Giggling, I step into his body and press my cheek to his chest, not caring about leaving a foundation stain on the expensive shirt. And when he wraps his arms around my back and pulls me close, I know that he doesn’t care either.
I’ve learned that not much matters when we’re in each other’s arms, and for that, I feel like the luckiest woman in the world.
And when Adalyn makes Maddox’s nightmare come true by catching my bouquet an hour later in their parents’ backyard, I know that she’s one step closer to getting a chance to experience this type of all-consuming love too.