by Lucia Franco
"Can I just start calling you hubby now?"
His mouth flickers with laughter. "Two months ago, you rejected the idea. Now you want to start calling me husband early?"
I give him a shrug. "Why not?"
James barks out a laugh. "I'm going to make you the happiest woman on earth, sweetheart."
"You already do."
I close the distance between us and wrap an arm around his shoulders, the need to feel him against me consumes me. Cupping my cheek softly, James leans in and captures my lips with his. I open for him and allow his tongue to stroke mine. My eyes close and I press my chest to his, kissing him back with the same slow intensity he's kissing me with.
There’s no rush to this kiss.
We kiss like we’re making sweet love to each other. Soft caresses mingle perfectly to the beat of our hearts.
Twenty-Four
My arms loosen from around James’s neck. Flattening my palms, I pull them down over his broad chest and catch the sparkle of my engagement ring.
"I know you keep saying you're going to make me the happiest woman on earth, but I need you to know I intend to do the same for you. Marriage was never a goal of mine, but now that I'm going to marry you, it scares me because of the love I already have for you, and how much more I want to give you."
"You know what would make me really happy?"
Laughter bubbles in my throat. I feel like I know where this is going.
"What's that, handsome?"
"You on your back naked with nothing but that ring on your finger, and me deep inside of you. Aubrey, I gotta get in you."
Warmth curls around my neck. I want that too.
"In front of the fire?"
"That's where I'm going to have you first as my soon-to-be wife." He pauses for a second. "I was thinking when we do get married, we keep it small and intimate. Just a thought."
"I want what you want. But can we please make love first? I'm dying here, baby."
"If I didn't love the way this dress looked on your body, I would've ripped it off you already." His fingers grasp the zipper and start a slow descent down my spine. James and his dresses. I smile to myself knowing he's about to see my new tattoo.
"You love every dress I wear."
He nods in agreement. "Because you look fucking incredible every time." He lets out a breath. "I can't wait to call you mine forever," he says, then kisses me again.
It must've slipped his mind that I've been his since day one.
The zipper reaches the bottom, and my dress falls in a whoosh at my feet, followed by my slip.
James's palm skims my bare body, creating a trail of warmth through me. He growls and I feel it in his chest. I went without panties or a bra, and he's pleased. As his hand skims up my waist, he stops when he reaches the Saniderm bandage that was placed over my tattoo. James breaks the kiss and pulls back. He turns my body to inspect what he touched. He bends down and moves in closer.
Startling blue eyes land on the delicate ribbon of feathers that decorate the length of my ribs and come up under my arm to cup around my breast. They were detailed with an extra fine needle and look so incredible. Almost real. I almost showed James the moment I got home but I wanted it to be a surprise tonight. Little did I know he had his own surprise planned too.
James angles my body to read the words entwined with the feathers: I love every moment with you.
"I got it for you," I say.
James is quiet. The pad of his index finger carefully moves over the letters I picked out with him in mind.
"When did you do this?"
"Remember when I said I had a gynecologist appointment today?" His eyes lift to mine and he nods. "I lied." His brows raise. "I wanted it to be a surprise for you. I hope you're not upset with me."
James stands to his full height and my heart beats a little faster. His penetrating gaze weakens every nerve in my body and the aura surrounding him gives me chills. With his shoulders pulled back and his chest slightly pronounced, he slips a hand around the small of my back and yanks me to him. His erection strains against my leg.
"Upset? No. I'm fucking turned on by it. You did that for me?" he asks, and I nod. "Does it hurt? Your skin is raised around the outline. You should probably take the plastic off soon."
"It's tender right now. I went to your girl. She said it's going to feel like third-degree burns for the next few days."
"Sweetheart," he says, his hand moving toward the back of my neck, "I want to take a closer look at it and clean it for you, but right now I need to be inside you." His fingers thread through my hair now. His voice is darker, creating a tendril of desire. "I didn't think it was possible for you to be any sexier, but that just put me over the edge." He swallows thickly and I see his Adam's apple bob. "I fucking love it."
James captures my lips with his and plunges his tongue into my mouth. There's a bite to his kiss, a bit of aggression that cranks up the sexual tension between us. My hands move frantically over his chest. It doesn't take long for me to undo the rest of his buttons and remove his shirt, then I'm unbuckling his belt and pulling down his zipper. His kiss deepens as my fingers move over his cock. I purposely trace the length of his shaft to feel him. He's ridiculously hard and my need only intensifies for him.
Suit pants and boxers fall near my dress, then my hand wraps around his erection. My fingers glide softly over the crown of his head a few times. James knows I love to feel how swollen and thick he gets. It's fucking sexy to know his dick stands tall and hard because of me, because of us. There's something about making him feel good that rocks me. I want to take him in my mouth and send him past the clouds so he's out of his mind for me.
I purr into his mouth and feel my heartbeat quicken. Just touching him like this accelerates the desire coursing through me for him. Needy fingers thread my lose curls as James angles his kiss deeper over mine. His need increases and within seconds, he scoops me up into his arms and takes a few steps to the makeshift bed he had made up in front of the fire.
James cradles me gently over the flannel blankets then shifts his body before mine. He's careful not to touch my tattoo. My legs spread wide for him and I raise my arms above my head, my heels dragging down the blankets as he takes in my exposed body. My large breasts lift, and my rosy pink nipples harden from the way he's looking at me, like he's about to slowly devour me until I can't move.
Fuck. Yes.
Grabbing my knees, James roughly glides his palms over my smooth inner thighs to the crease near my hips. Between the pressure building inside of me and the heat of the moment, I don't know how he's able to hold off. I want to jump on top of him and ride him into next week with him pulling my hair to the finish line.
My hips undulate in a sensual flow. I'm not shy in the least and want him to look. His thumbs pull back my pussy lips as he slowly opens me. I watch as his teeth bite into his bottom lip and his eyes lower to slits. I'd give anything to know what's on his mind.
Not wanting to wait another minute, I reach for him.
Cupping his palm to his mouth, James spits in his hand then rubs it over the tip of his shaft. My lips part and my knees fall wider at the simple act that makes my pulse skyrocket. My gaze travels the black ink up the length of his body as he strokes himself a few times, then leans over and positions himself at my entrance.
Looking into my eyes, James places the tip between my swollen folds then closes the distance with his mouth and slides in until he can't get any deeper, kissing me at the same time.
I already know neither of us are in control tonight.
Tonight, we're one.
Tonight, we allow the passion and love we have for each other to take the reins.
Our groans echo around the crackling warmth of the fire. We both hold still, feeling the click between us lock in place. Even our kiss is clutched still.
I feel it.
James feels it.
Trembling above me, James separates his lips from mine and looks down at me. He laces
his fingers with my left hand and presses his palm to mine.
"You're it for me, sweetheart. I hope you know that."
"You just put a huge rock on my finger. I better be."
The happiness in my eyes matches the contentment on my lips. When a spouse treats their other half like a king, they get the same treatment in return. I'm a firm believer in you get what you give. It's not just about me if I'm in a committed relationship, it's about both of us. Even after the scandalous life I've lived, I have no qualms about my past, and he doesn't either. Finding a partner who accepts their flaws and sins and lets them loose is what causes the emotion to bloom. In the end we're all after the same thing—we want someone to want us the way we are. James and I love each other just the way we are.
I lock my ankles around his back and beam up at him. The sexy grin that tugs at the corner of his lips sends my heart into overdrive. We’re going to have a great life together.
Pulling his hips back slightly, James's kiss is demanding as he surges back inside me. Warmth explodes through my blood. My skin is tingling from my neck to the tips of my toes in sheer pleasure. We break apart and both moan in unison, holding on to each other for a second longer so we can catch our breaths. My trembling limbs are tangled with James's, and the hammering against my chest beats into his. The masculine scent that oozes off him drives a dark need through me. We're lost to each other for the better, and there's no place else I'd rather be but here with him wrapped in my arms.
My lips suction around the skin just below his beard and I tug it into my mouth. James's cock twitches inside my pussy in satisfaction. He hits just the right angle and I spasm around him. My tongue twirls over his pulse before my teeth gently scrape down his throat.
James’s sexy groan gets louder the harder I pull on his neck. I find it incredibly attractive. "Leave a mark. I want you to,” he says, his voice strangled with ecstasy.
Chills dance over my arms at the thought. I kind of want to leave a mark on his cock with my mouth, but that will have to wait.
There’s no more talking now. Not from the grunt that just reverberated from his chest into mine. My thighs tighten around his waist and my free hand plays with the back of his head, twirling my fingers through his hair. He drives into me and I pull on his hair, giving him a little tension. James’s hips rear back, and I lift mine for him to plunge back in deeper. I gasp as heat coats my skin and my fingers squeeze his. James's body slams into mine with an ache so deep that my pussy shudders in defeat. I lift one leg higher up his back, and he reaches down and grabs my ass cheeks so his drive is richer for us. His fingers dig into my skin, causing a delicate heat to border the place he's gripping me.
"Oh, James," I say breathlessly. The feel of my clit being slapped while he's pummeling into me carries me to a higher level. "I'm close, baby."
My legs fall open and James takes that as his cue to pick up his pace. This is a man who knows what he wants and how to give to get it. This kind of passion brewing between us is a once-in-a-lifetime type of passion that I'll hold onto forever.
Twenty-Five
Heart racing, my skin is damp from how hard my pulse is thumping. I'm on the verge of orgasming, but I need James to come with me at the same time. My back bows and my nipples press into his chest. A slow purr slips from my lips.
James dives toward my lips but teases me by hovering just centimeters away. "Ready to fly with me?"
My eyes shift back and forth between his. Be still my heart. "Always."
"Then kiss me."
I do without hesitation.
With my left hand still joined with his, the need is closer and my breathing is growing deeper. James pumps his hips into mine and my body shudders in response. I moan into his mouth and feel the orgasm crawl up my legs. We're so close to the edge I can hardly take it. James shifts his legs so one knee is higher, allowing him to drive in deeper, then he places his large palm halfway over my throat as he cups my jaw. His lovemaking is raw, his kiss is unforgiving. James makes love to my mouth the way he does to my body, giving me everything he has to offer so I know I'm his in every conceivable way.
My mind is solely focused on the way my pussy feels suctioned around his cock, the way he's applying pressure to my clit. It's so incredible that it makes me wild for him. Our chests rise and fall into the other’s, we're both struggling to hold on. With another three plunges, our kiss becomes a desperate pant. Euphoria layers over us until we're flying together into the most beautiful sunset. Our hands stay joined the entire time as James spills into me. Fingers squeezed together, his hips undulate nice and slow with a good, hard drive.
James hums under his breath in utter delight. I love making my man feel good.
"James." I pant, then release a loud exhale. "How do you manage to make love better every time?"
He chuckles, and when he does, semen slips from my tender pussy. How does he manage to find humor in such a serious comment?
I let out a long sigh. "Dead serious, James."
His nose grazes mine, and I feel his lips pull upward against mine. "Takes two, sweetheart. You make me want to beat the last time just based on the way you fall apart in my arms."
My eyes are heavy as I stare up at him when the idea I had earlier pops into my head. "It's my turn, lover," I say.
How to make a man fall to his knees? Give him the best blowie of his life.
I manage to roll him onto his back and pull him out of me. There's a soft plop between us, and then his cum is dripping out of me onto the blanket.
"What are you doing, Aubrey?" he asks, peering at me on propped elbows.
"I'm going to make you fall apart now."
His head falls back between his shoulders and he lets out a guttural moan as I lick myself off him so I only taste him. The veins spinning toward his neck are jutting in strain.
I palm his heavy balls and run my fingers through our combined release dripping down his sack, then I move up toward his shaft to grasp his thickness. James likes a tight fist and that's exactly what I give him. I hallow out my cheeks and pull him as hard and as deep as I can to the back of my throat. His knees come up, but I quickly shove them down. One time he almost put me in a headlock with his damn thighs while I was sucking him off.
My tongue smooths over each rigid crease and the thick fold around the tip of his cock, then traces a straining vein as I lick him clean. I don't prefer to taste myself, but I find it highly erotic when I do it for James.
I drag my teeth gently up his shaft and wrap my tongue around the width. He thrusts into the warmth of my mouth like he can't hold on any longer and releases a deep moan.
"That fucking mouth of yours," he says through gritted teeth, which only encourages me to suck him harder.
He's drowning in pleasure and I suddenly feel deprived of him. There's an urge clinging to me to climb up his beautiful body and ride him. I attempt to rub my thighs together to apply any ounce of pressure I can to my aching clit. My growing desire makes me work his cock like it's my job.
"Aubrey, sweetheart, give me that pussy."
Ignoring James, I focus on the mushroom tip and slurp the crown loudly knowing he likes to hear me suck his dick. James rewards me with a groan deep in his lungs. He threads his fingers through my hair and gives me a good tug until my mouth pops off him and he's dripping down my chin.
"Climb over here and give me that pussy, now."
Shaking my head, I know I only have so much time left before he overpowers me. I begin sucking the tip like I'm sucking down a thick milkshake that's slightly frozen, working his cock with my tongue to pull him to the top.
I glance up and see his head thrown back. James is a sight to see at this angle with his hands fisting the blankets beneath him. I taste his pleasure and know he's close. I drink him deeper and feel his erection twitch in my hand.
"Oh, fuck… Aubrey… Stop it… Jesus fucking Christ!"
He's about to come any second. I open my mouth and lower myself, taking all of him in l
ike I'm going to drink him dry. I swallow, creating a tighter space. Just as he's about to reach his pinnacle of bliss, James changes it up before I can stop him and turns, placing my body parallel to his.
I let out a soft sigh as he latches onto my pussy with his mouth, and I feel myself leak on his face. Unfazed, James rubs his beard on my sensitive skin while holding my hips firmly in his hands like he's on a mission. He slaps my ass then places his lips on my pussy like he's sucking the juice of a peach. I let out a gasp as his tongue vibrates over my clit.
"Oh, oh, oh." I whimper, digging my nails into his leg trying to fight my orgasm. My toes curl in ecstasy.
"You're so fucking hot from his angle," he says more to himself.
My inner thighs are shaking and I'm on the verge of release. My hips move on their own while I drink him down faster, greedier, to the point that I know he's going to combust any second.
And that's exactly what he does.
James pulls up his knee and drives his heel into the floor. A sexy as hell growl erupts from his lungs as he comes, shooting into my mouth with zero shame. I close my eyes and focus on the way he's torturing me. My hips rear back while his lips seal a tight suction. He holds me in place and that only makes my skin tingle more when stars explode inside of me. I climax into his mouth as pleasure takes over both of us.
My body rolls to the side and my knee pulls up, flopping open. I'm bare to James, my spent pussy next to his face. It doesn't bother me though. I'm staring up at the rustic wood beam ceiling in a hazy daze trying to catch my breath.
"You're so pink right now," James says. "It's raw." His finger reaches out to softly touch the inside of my folds. "Does this hurt?"
"No. It feels like a feather is touching me." I swallow, my mouth parched.
"What about now?" he asks, with two fingers deep in my pussy now. I clench around him and shake my head, unable to form words.
I'm too weak to move but James has other plans. He plays with my sex, tracing the lines and inside my folds with his finger.
