White Wedding
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She blinked, opening her eyes, and looked into his.
“Babe, don’t ever scare me like that again. I can’t take it.” He placed his mouth over hers in what started out as a gentle kiss, one just to remind himself she was here, with him, and she was safe. It soon turned into something else, and the heat always simmering between them flared.
Chapter Seventeen
He rolled her onto her back and followed after her. His lips travelled from her mouth to her chin, sucking and licking on it. When she raised her neck, he moved from the center of her chin down her neck to the center of her chest.
“Mmm, so good. I am so addicted to your taste.”
He shifted one hand to cover her breast, filling his palm with her fullness while moving his mouth to cover the other mound, sucking until the nipple reached a sharp point. Then he alternated between pulling on it with his lips and blowing on it, enjoying the way her body arched, straining toward him. The sound of her sharp intakes of breath was music to his ears. Her hands rose and stroked his hair, trying to hold him to her. Too bad he had other plans.
He moved his mouth to cover the other nipple, giving it as much attention as he had the first one. Her body shifted under him, impatient, restless, in its attempt to guide him, but he continued to hold her down with his thigh. He grinned, knowing she needed his touch at the very center of her being. Not wanting to ever disappoint her, he gave her what she wanted.
Shanna thought she would die from this kind of fulfilment. His mouth on her had her core muscles clenching and her juices pooling between her legs. She needed his touch there, at her center. The heart of her femininity. She needed her man to acknowledge the woman she was and sate her as only he could. His hand left her breast to travel over her hip; he squeezed her there. Shifting his body off her, he freed her legs, finally allowing her to open wide for him. He traced the track of hair over her mound with his fingers, until he found her wet canal. Opening his palm, he covered her entirely and squeezed.
Her juices flowed into his cupped hand. Using the heel of his palm, he pressed at her opening while nipping at her breast. “Oh, God, Ross,” she moaned.
“I know, babe. I know.”
He inserted one long thick finger into her and then another. She felt her muscles clench around him, holding him tightly inside her, not willing to ever let go. He began to pump his fingers in and out of her, adding a third one. Her breath came in pants; she couldn’t get enough air into her lungs. And still he kept sucking at her tits. All she could do was grab his head to her breasts, and let her moans of pleasure fill the room.
He wouldn’t stay still, shifting his body until his mouth covered hers and he’d inserted himself into her sex. The sensation of him filling her had her orgasm pulsing around his fingers. He swallowed her scream in his mouth.
Ross had to remain motionless for a minute. Her inner muscles were still squeezing and pulsing around his fingers as she continued to climax. If he moved he was afraid he’d come, too. And he didn’t want to do that until all of him was encased in her warmth.
“Hmm. God, that was good,” she whispered.
“Ready for round two?” he asked, kissing her temple as he withdrew his fingers.
“I want to be on top.”
“Oh, yeah. Your wish, my command.”
Rolling onto his back, he placed his hands behind his head. She moved onto his body and teased him by first brushing her lips against his. Her mouth skimmed to his chin, and he angled his head back so she could trail open-mouthed wet kisses down his neck. She licked his collarbones before nipping at each nipple, then kissing them to take the sting away.
Her body over his, the head of his penis brushing against her as she moved, leaving a trail of moisture on her mound and stomach in its wake. Finally, she reached where he needed her most. Holding on to the base of his penis with one hand she used her tongue on it from the base, all the way up to the bead of moisture trying to escape from the slit at his tip.
“I don’t think so,” she said, before licking that, too. Then she opened her mouth and took him in. As she worked up and down his shaft, his hips flexed up and the rumble of his moan vibrated through his body.
His thighs trembled, and he had a hand fisted in her hair. He was close to losing control, and she must have wanted him over that ledge. She grabbed his balls and gently squeezed while using her lips to suck the very top of his head.
The ripple of pleasure coursing through his body was eroding his control. He took a deep breath, and inhaled the scent of their love-making, the flavor almost taking him over the ledge. He removed his fingers from her hair and sat up, moving her off him. Twisting around, he pulled her up, and had her under him before she could protest about spoiling her fun. Soon he’d give her something else to think about. His hips fit snuggly between her spread thighs. Holding his penis, he rubbed it along her wet clit, mixing both of their moisture to make sure she was well prepared for him. God, she felt good. He eased his way into her slick tunnel, an inch at a time, until he was nestled all the way in. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he bowed his body and rested his head on her chest, not wanting to move. Not yet, not yet.
He wanted this to last, the sensation of being buried in her. The pleasure was so intense, but it was always like this with her. It was one of the reasons why he loved her.
He loved her.
Instinct took over as it always did, and he began to move. Slowly at first, savoring her like a fine wine. His need was to fill her completely, enter her entirely. He wanted her to take all of him. To be so much a part of her she could never get rid of him. Lifting his chest off her, he shifted her legs from around his waist to over his shoulders.
“Look at me. Open your eyes and look at the way we’re joined. Heat to heat. I want you to picture us like this always. Me inside of you. Even when we’re not together, know we are always joined. I am always going to be a part of you and you are always a part of me.”
She reached for his arms and spread even wider for him. He groaned and pulled out until only the very tip of his head remained enclosed in her, teasing them both. Then he surged into her again, and again. Until his body took over his movements and he was merely along for the ride. He moved fast, hard and deep within her, and he couldn’t stop, only move. His balls were so tight and full they wanted to burst. But not yet. It was too good. So good. And all she did was chant his name and scream more as she climaxed, coating him in her juices as her muscles tightened around him.
Both of their bodies were coated in sweat, their breathing coming in heavy pants. Letting himself go completely, he gave her what she wanted. All of him. The roaring fire began in his heart, burned its way through his abdomen, into his groin, and erupted out of his shaft into her waiting canal. Her name became a roar as he climaxed his life essence into her. His hips flexed, his body continued to pump into her, even after there was nothing left to give. Her female power still held him captive, refusing to let him leave her. The tremors still running through her squeezed him, killing him. And he couldn’t care less.
At last, she stilled. He released his hold on her thighs and her legs dropped to the sides. His body fell forward, blanketing her. As much as he didn’t want to, and his muscles protested at even the thought of movement, he couldn’t stay where he was. He would crush her.
With a groan, he leaned to the side, allowing gravity to take his weight off her. When he moved, his penis slipped out of her but lay nestled against her hip. He rested on his side; both his arm and leg remained over her.
His eyes were closed, so he felt her head turn against his chest rather than saw it. She had drained him. He didn’t even have the strength to lift an eyelid. He could feel her gaze on him though, burning him. God, he still wanted her.
“How could it be this way with us?” Her voice was soft, husky. Like a woman well-loved. “I don’t understand it. Every time we’re together is better than the last. And that’s saying a lot.”
“Marry me,” he said,
smiling.
“What?”
He found the strength to open his eyes and stare into his beloved’s. “You heard me. Marry me.”
“Ross, you can’t be serious. We haven’t known each other for very long. I left one groom at the altar already. What’s to say I won’t do the same to you?”
He traced the side of her face with his finger. “The reason you ran out of the church the first time was because you knew the wrong groom waited for you.”
“What…what are you saying, Ross? I need to hear it.”
“I love you. You love me.”
“Arrogant, much?”
“How about a white wedding? Say, in two weeks.”
“What!”
“I’ll be damned if I wait five years before we get married.”
“Only because I love you.” She kissed his chest. “A month.”
“Done! But only if we drive down to San Diego this weekend so I can finally meet your parents, and after we fly to Florida to visit mine.”
She grinned. “Done!”
A small crowd of uninvited guests paused on the sidewalk to watch. Hand in hand, the bride dressed in white with her groom in a black tux came running out of the open doors of the church. They couldn’t avoid the gauntlet of well-wishes lined up on the steps and the sidewalk. Quickly, they made it down the steps and into the open door of their white limousine. However, not before being showered with white rose petals, several of which landed in the groom’s hair and the bride’s veil.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Ursula Sinclair is the pseudonym for LaVerne Thompson, a multi-published, award winning bestselling author, an avid reader and writer of contemporary, fantasy, and sci-fi romance featuring interracial relationships where race is not a factor. Ursula is LaVerne's alter ego who likes to push the envelope of relationships just a little more.
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