A delighted shiver dances down my spine, my head falling back against the seat as his touch grows bolder. Increasing the pressure, he glides his palm up my inner thigh.
I snag the knot in the middle of his bowtie, tugging it loose with a satisfied hum. “Well, I super appreciate you taking the time to…”
Simon’s fingers skirt the elastic of my panties, right where they meet my inner thigh.
“Demonstrate… all the benefits…” Liquid pools between my thighs, dampening the tiny triangle of fabric. Any moment he’s going to see how wet he’s made me, so I inhale a big breath and force the last bit out, “Of my new status.”
I undo the top few buttons of his blindingly white shirt, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of the strong, defined muscles beneath. My fingers traverse every inch of warm skin I can reach. I flatten my palm to the center of his chest and feel the rapid pounding of his heart.
It matches mine, and I can’t get enough of the way his muscles bunch and flex beneath my touch.
It’s why I drag my nails across his skin after each button I free. Lower and lower, getting more of him on more of me. From one side to the other, until I reach the waistband of his tuxedo pants.
“You’re playing a dangerous game, Mrs. Jones,” he warns, but there’s no real heat behind his words-just the unmistakable edge of desire.
My smile is victorious, my libido spurred on by each hitch in his breath. “I think I like being Mrs. Jones.” I take a beat and then nod, as if I truly had to ponder it. “Yes, I like being Mrs. Jones very much.”
“Good,” Simon murmurs, brushing his lips over mine. “Because I don’t plan on letting you forget it anytime soon.”
Thank God for the privacy screen. If anyone looked now, they’d get quite a show.
Seated side-by-side, but halfway on top of each other. Torsos flushed together, our legs in a tangle. He groans when I undo the button and lower the zipper, freeing his erection from the binding fabric of his tuxedo pants.
Simon shoves my skirt the last few inches up my thighs, feasting his eyes on my silky white thong. His pupils dilate. His throat thickly swallows. “It’s like unwrapping the best present ever. Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”
Before I can reply, he strokes me over the silky fabric.
My cry of pleasure echoes around us, every cell in my body crying out for more. He teases me with light circles before narrowing in on the spot that makes my hips buck. Dizzying fissions of electricity shiver up my core.
All the build-up and my emotions, they’re cresting within me.
My husband plunders my mouth with his tongue, while increasing the drag and speed of his fingers. “Be as loud as you want to, sweetheart. I promise nobody’s listening but me.”
Delicious friction builds and builds.
Giving in to the pleasure corkscrewing through me, I burst apart. I cry out Simon’s name as he sends me off through the starry skies, where the universe is made up of all pleasure and bliss.
Simon
Victoria is absolutely luminous.
Not a word I typically use, and certainly one I don’t think I could pull off saying aloud. It’s the one that comes to mind, however.
Watching her come apart is my new favorite hobby, one I plan on honing again and again.
Her cheeks are still flushed, lips swollen from our kisses. Her hair’s a little messier than before, and her veil is off-kilter.
Even more amazing, she’s mine. My wife.
As soon as she finishes coming down, those beautiful blue eyes turn to me. “See why I couldn’t wait?” she asks raspily, still laboring for her breaths.
Pride flows through me, my ego growing bigger by the second.
I did that.
The dim glow of the limousine’s cabin lights gives her white dress an incandescent effect. It billows around her like a cloud of tulle and lace.
When she looks at me that way, so much love and warmth, I feel it all the way down to my bones. Deeper still-down to my very soul. Nothing compares to being loved and looked after by her.
It blows me away that I get to spend the rest of my life waking up next to her. Touching her, kissing her, and giving her everything her heart desires.
“Simon? You’re staring,” she says, a giggle coming out as well.
I snag hold of her hand and bring it up to my lips for a kiss. “Can you blame me? I just married the most stunning woman in the world.”
Her lips twitch. I can see that she wants to argue but knows I won’t stand for it. I plan to spend our first year of marriage showing Victoria her worth. Until she sees herself the way I do-absolutely perfect. “I feel similarly about you. In fact, you best prepare yourself…”
Before I can ask how or for what, she surprises the hell out of me.
With a sudden push, my back hits the seat. She flings one of her legs over me, climbing onto my lap and straddling me with a mischievous gleam in her eye.
I let out a low whistle and grip both of her hips. “Holy hell, woman. Didn’t take you for the type to pounce.”
“That’s who you’ve turned me into,” she says, sinking further on my lap and eradicating every logical thought in my head. “A pouncer.”
I grit my teeth, my erection growing harder at the roll of her hips. It was such a relief to be free of my pants, but even the thin fabric of my boxer briefs feels like too much.
Victoria lifts herself onto her knees, and I cry out in desperation-surely she’s not leaving me this way.
She slides her hand into my boxer briefs and my eyes roll back in my head. I groan, unable to prevent the raw noise from ripping out of my throat. Black spots dance through my vision. She maneuvers me free, gripping my shaft in her hot little fist.
Just when I think I can’t take it anymore, she releases me. That’s all it takes for me to change my mind. “I can’t take it, baby. I need to be inside you, right now…”
Turns out, I needn’t have worried. She slides her sexy white satin thong aside, and then her slick center meets the head of my cock.
For a torturous, enraptured moment, we freeze like that.
“I’m on birth control, by the way,” she says. “Have been for a few months now.”
Never has anything sounded sweeter to my ears. “I was tested the day before we flew to Texas. We’re safe.”
Victoria lowers herself onto my steely length. We release uniform moans as she sinks all the way down, her knees and thighs straddling mine. White fabric billows around us, hungry noises puncture the air.
“You’re the best thing that ever happened to me,” I say, driving into her again and again. “I love you so fucking much.”
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.