Sour

by Jennifer Woodhull

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  The limo ride back to our hotel is short and thank God for that. When we get back to the door of the suite, Noah pauses before he taps the keycard to the lock.

  “Your parents…where are they staying, again?” He cocks up an eyebrow.

  “Well, here, with us, of course!” I roll my eyes and put my hands on my hips.

  “Elle…,” his eyes narrow.

  “I’m just kidding! They’re a few floors down. So is Andy.” I grin, and he taps the tip of my nose with his index finger.

  “You are so going to pay for that.” He opens the lock, and turns his back to the door, propping it open slightly. “You ready, Mrs. Adler?”

  “So. Fucking. Ready.” I look at him with lust in my eyes and slide my arms around his neck. He leans forward, scooping me up into his arms, and carries me into our suite. Instead of setting me down inside the door, he carries me all the way to the bedroom, the one he had the first time we stayed here.

  In side he tosses me gently onto the bed where I bounce a little, and I can’t hold in a giggle. He tosses his jacket on a nearby chair and steps out of his shoes. I lean back on my elbows and watch him as he undoes his tie, removes his vest, and unbuttons the cuffs of his shirt, rolling his sleeves up to reveal his muscular forearms that have inspired so many lust-filled fantasies over the years.

  “And just what are you staring at?” He gives me the sexiest, dirtiest grin as he crosses the room.

  “You are just insanely hot. I mean, seriously. Your family won the genetic lottery, in spades.” I shake my head and grin.

  “I’m certainly glad you think so. I personally think it was me who won the lottery when I met you.” He lifts one foot and tugs at the heel of my five dollar sneaker, tossing it over his shoulder. He then tips my leg up higher, forcing me to lay back on the bed, and deposits a soft kiss, low on the back of my calf. Another follows, and another, until he is gliding his tongue gently across the back of my knee and…holy fuck. Who knew that this of all places was one of my erogenous hot spots? I writhe on the bed a little and let out a small whimper of pleasure.

  “Hmm, you like that, huh?” He grabs my other foot, tossing the sneaker, and gives it the same treatment. “You do like it. I’ll remember that.”

  He tugs on my hands and brings me to my feet. “Now this dress looks fucking spectacular on you, sweetheart.” He leans down to kiss my jaw, my neck, and my collarbone, then hooks the wide strap of the dress in his thick finger and pulls it down, kissing my shoulder. “But there is way, way too much fabric here for my liking.”

  He spins me around and tries to find the zipper to the skirt, growing frustrated and impatient. “Here,” I chuckle. “It’s actually just a tease, see?” I reach around and untie the bow, which unwraps the full skirt, crinolines and lace pooling on the floor at my feet.

  “Whoa.” He steps back a little, admiring the body con dress that was underneath all that frosting.

  “It’s made so you can take the goofy part off and still dance or hangout without having to worry about…,” when he steps behind me, unzipping the dress and presses his hard length into my lower back, my words just disintegrate.

  “It’s a good thing I didn’t know you had this on underneath. If I had known you were this accessible, I might’ve pulled you into the bathroom at the wedding chapel and fucked you right then and there,” he growls against my ear.

  “Yeah?” My words are breathless and desperate. “Well, you can fuck me now, Noah. In fact, I wish you would.”

  In one swift motion, my dress is on at the floor, and I’m back on the bed, my husband leaning over me with fire in his eyes.

  Chapter 39

  Noah

  I was already hard, but hearing Elle ask me to fuck her has turned me into a steel rod. I lean down and capture her mouth with mine, but it’s not enough. Nothing will be enough until I’m inside her. I thought I could go slow, take my time with her, but she doesn’t want that and neither do I.

  I pull down the lace of her strapless bra, freeing her creamy breast and capture her nipple in my mouth. I lick and nip and suck, hard, until she has her hands fisted in my hair and her hips are bucking up toward me. My eyes meet hers and I slide my hands down her body, hooking her panties with my thumbs and sliding them down the soft skin of her thighs. As my lips work their way down her belly, she reaches back and unhooks her bra, flinging it to the floor.

  “Wait!” She stops me.

  Is she fucking kidding me right now? I’m about to half to buy these rented slacks because my erection is going to split them open, and she wants me to wait.

  “Take this off of me?” She touches the necklace I’ve seen her mom wear, and I carefully undo the clasp and place it safely on the nightstand before returning to claim my prize.

  That’s what she is. She’s the greatest gift, the best thing any man could ever in his lifetime hope to have, and she’s finally mine.

  When I return to her, I reach for the tiara, thinking she wants to put it away for safekeeping too and the last thing I want is any more interruptions. I reach up to take it, and she grabs my wrist.

  “The tiara stays. It’s my special day and I’m a fucking princess.” She grins, mischievously and I smirk as I lean down, capturing her lips in a deep kiss while my hand finds her slick center. Damn if she isn’t already so wet for me.

  My fingers slide inside of her, and I kneel before her on the floor, my face positioned perfectly to taste her. “Whatever her highness wants,” I crook my fingers inside of her as my thumb circles her swollen flesh. “Her highness shall have. So, what does her highness want?”

  Her blue eyes are wide, her cheeks pink, her breasts heaving up and down with every hungry, ragged breath.

  “Tell me what you want, sweetheart.” I deposit a kiss low on her belly, then one high on her thigh. I’m teasing her, but she seems to be enjoying it based on how sick she already is for me.

  She leans back up on her elbows again to look down at me as I hover, just inches from her sex. She smells so fucking sweet. I need her to give me a word, a nod…something because I am a crazed man right now, I want so desperately to tasted her.

  Her eyes turn darker, fiery, and she rakes her bottom lip against her teeth. “Everything. I want everything.”

  I smirk as I approach her, and when my mouth lands on her, she keeps her eyes locked on me, and it’s the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever seen, her watching me devour her.

  It doesn’t take long for her to slide her feet up to my shoulders, and grasp at the top of my hair with her fingers. After she begins to quake, I purse my lips and suck, gently at first, then harder as she begins to call out my name. As she comes down from the crest, I ease off the sensitive skin, kissing the soft warm skin of her legs.

  Suddenly, she sits up, capturing my lips with hers. “I need you please to be more naked.” She barely pulls her lips from mine to say it, and it makes me smile into our kiss.

  I feel her fingers fumbling for the buttons of my shirt, and mine do the same with my pants. We’re kissing and laughing, a tangle of arms and clothes as I peel out of what’s left of my suit. When I pull down my pants and shorts, freeing my aching cock, her hand goes to my shaft immediately. Her eyes are wide, and a little wild as she sits on the edge of the bed, beautifully naked, stroking me up and down.

  “God every minute that has passed since the last time you touched me has been a minute too long.” I stroke her cheek with the backs of my fingers, and I’m not sure what I love more; the way she’s touching me, or the way she’s looking up at me, eyes so full of adoration.

  What I do know is that I can’t wait another minute to make her mine completely. I lean forward, and she must know what I’m thinking, because she releases me and scoots back on the bed. When I hover over her, I rain kisses down on her cheeks, her jaw, and her neck. “So, sweetheart. Should I get a condom, or are you ready start working on a family already?” I wriggle my eyebrows playfully a
nd a big, full laugh rolls through her.

  “I think we’ve got plenty of time for that, but don’t worry. I’m on the pill, and I’m totally healthy.”

  “Me, too.”

  “That’s good, because I don’t really want anything between us.” She hooks her leg around my hips, and I lean forward, sliding my tip against her center. “So, can we please have sex now? I think I’ve waited long enough.”

  “You’ve waited long enough?” I roll my eyes. “It’s a good thing I’m so in love with you.”

  “Hey, Noah?”

  I lightly brush my lips to hers. “Yeah, sweetheart?”

  “Thank you.”

  “For what, exactly?”

  “For being patient. For not giving up on me. For saying yes.”

  “I kept hoping you’d see what we have…how special it is.” I press my lips to hers, sliding my tongue against the seam of her lips, and she lets out the sweetest little sound. “I need you, sweetheart. Are you ready for me?”

  She nods, slowly, her eyes filled with heat. I press forward, slowly, letting her adjust even though all I want to do is slam into her deep and hard. She is so exquisite, this perfect woman in my arms. Her channel is tight and hot and every inch I sink into her is excruciating pleasure.

  When I’m fully seated, I pause to make sure she’s ready for more. “Are you okay, Elle?”

  “God, yes.” She wraps her fingers around my neck, pulling me closer. “Can you move for me?”

  She doesn’t have to ask me twice.

  I move, slowly at first, deliberately, enjoying how perfect she feels, how tightly she fits me. As I tip my hips forward, she rocks to meet me, and when I can’t hold back anymore, I stroke harder, faster, until she starts to rise.

  “God, Noah. That feels…so full…so deep. It’s so perfect. How can it be so perfect?”

  “Because it’s right.”

  She begins to squeeze, and I can’t hold back. “You with me, Elle?”

  “Yes…Noah.” My name on her lips is as she comes is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard, and with it, she pulls me along with her. I move, hard and fast, pumping until I’m shuddering with release.

  When we’re both panting, smiling, satisfied, I lay beside her and pull her close. I can feel her legs continue to shudder as she leans back against me, enjoying the waning pleasure.

  “My husband is just crazy good in bed,” she says with a giggle.

  “Mm, well, my wife is a perfect fit.” I kiss her neck and her shoulder as we lay there, her back against my chest. “I hope you’re going to be ready for more, soon, because I’m not even close to done with you tonight.” She looks at me over her shoulder, then turns to face me.

  “What did you have in mind?” She crooks her leg around my hip, rubbing against me and damn if it isn’t getting me hard again already.

  “Well the general idea is watching you come over and over. It’s addictive, Elle. I will never, ever get tired of seeing your gorgeous face when pleasure obliterates your self-control.” I raise my brow and smirk. “So, any special requests?”

  She pushes on my shoulder and rolls with me until she’s hovering above me. She leans back, her hands planted on my chest, and looks down at me. She looks so self-possessed, confident and so damn beautiful.

  She takes what she wants, then, sliding forward and back, owning her pleasure and mine and it’s so fucking sexy on her.

  After we’re spent, I lay with her in my arms.

  She’s small, and soft, and warm, my wife, as I hold her in my arms. No matter what happens, from here on out, I never have to worry again about losing her. I don’t have to worry that she won’t love me back, because she does.

  How do I know?

  She’s my best friend. I know everything about her.

  Epilogue

  Elle

  Noah winks over his shoulder as he unlocks the front door, then turns, squaring to face me.

  “You ready?” He cocks one eyebrow impossibly high as he gives me that devilish grin I love so damn much.

  “That would be a big, fat, emphatic yes!” I set my bag on top of the suitcase that sits on the front porch. Our front porch.

  He shoves his keys in his pocket and reaches for me as I slide my arms around his neck. It requires almost zero effort for him to scoop me up into his arms and carry him through the door.

  “Well, Mrs. Adler, this is it.” His eyes meet mine as he leans forward, crushing his lips to mine. “Welcome home, sweetheart.”

  He gently puts me down and I take his hand as I look around at our living room. “I’m so glad I talked you into this sofa instead of the gray one.” I turn and wink and he pinches playfully at my side.

  “You always could talk me into just about anything, but you know that.”

  “Let’s grab the bags, then I want to see everything.” I smile, and his grin turns dirty.

  “Oh, I plan to show you everything, alright.” This is a naughty Noah look. It’s a dirty, sexy, look like he wants to devour me from head to toe, and over the past three days since we got married, it has become one of my absolute, hands-down favorites.

  We grab our suitcases from the front porch, and together, we walk through our home.

  As we get to the back yard, which is fenced, and plenty big enough for a dog and a kid…or two or three of each, if we prefer, I feel a wave emotion wash over me. Standing on the small deck, I turn, putting my palms on his chest, and look up at this sweet, handsome, wonderful man that I have somehow been lucky enough to fall in love with.

  “I can’t believe you found this place for us. Noah, it’s just so…”

  “Perfect? Yeah, I know. Perfect house for my perfect wife.” He winks and I smile.

  Those kinds of compliments are hard enough to get used to, but when they’re coming from a guy like Noah, they feel almost surreal. We had a long talk one night in Vegas. We talked about why I left—why I was so scared. We also talked about how much going to Sydney, being on my own and trying scary things, had helped me. We promised to keep the lines of communication open—to always tell each other how we feel so we stay as close as we are now.

  “I see those wheels turning, Elle. I know, you’re not really perfect, but you are perfect for me and that’s all that matters.” He bounces the pad of his index finger off the tip of my nose. “Now, once we get your things moved in, it will be a lot more like home, don’t you think? I haven’t really hung any pictures or anything except those of us in the hallway.”

  His eyes narrow, and I see it’s his wheels that are turning now.

  “What did you just remember?”

  He laughs. “Well, since you asked, I just remembered there’s a brand new piece of furniture I forgot to show you.”

  Noah takes my hand in his, brushing a kiss across the backs of my fingers as we step inside. He leads me down the hallway to the bedroom and when we step inside, he makes a sweeping motion with his arm over the bed.

  “Ta-da!” He wriggles his eyebrows.

  “It’s…a bed. Yay?”

  “It’s a brand-new bed, smartass. It’s a platform bed, so it’s lower to the ground and has fantastic support. It also has a very springy new mattress.”

  “Rea-lly? Hmm…,” I cross my arms and bounce my index finger off my lip as I circle the gigantic California king which I instantly recognize is the only thing that will fit his deliciously massive frame. “Well, only one way to test it.”

  I step out of my shoes, grin up at Noah, and leap onto the bed. When I hit the mattress, I bounce unsatisfyingly little, and frown.

  “You’re missing the point, Elle. Watch this.” He slides out of his loafers and launches himself onto the mattress next to me.

  “See? Hardly any bounce. Of course, I didn’t know it when I bought it, but if you’re going to be working on another time zone, and I have to get out of bed to get ready for work, I won’t disturb you.” He grins, so proud of himself at his choice, and
I have to agree, it was a great one.

  I turn onto my side and face him. “But you’ll still kiss me before you leave for work.”

  “Nothing could stop me.” He brushes the backs of his fingers to my cheek and kisses me so softly that it melts me from the inside out.

  “Thanks for saying yes,” I tell him as I stroke his jaw with my palm.

  “Thanks for asking.” He starts to lean in to kiss me, then pauses. “But you know, if you’d have just said yes in the first place…”

  I roll my eyes. “I’ve apologized for that a million times. I told you, I was afraid we couldn’t have this and that.”

  He grins at the reference. “You may not be the master of your domain, but you did end up getting this, that, and the other.”

  “I did.” I grab the collar of his shirt as I roll onto my back, pulling him on top of me. “Now, help me break our bed in? I don’t want to have to take matters into my own hands.” I give him a mischievous grin.

  “I would enjoy watching you do that. In fact, it’s going on my wish list.” He grins and playfully bites my neck. “But I’ll never make you take care of yourself. I’ll always be here for you, no matter what you need.” His expression turns more serious. “You know that, right? I love you so much, Elle. I didn’t know it was possible to love somebody so much.”

  “I know. Me, too. And we’re both going to get all the goodness, from each other, forever.”

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