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“I want us to get married.”
Her head turned toward me, her eyes blinked open. “Seriously?”
I sat up on our bed. Yeah, it was our bed now. I’d ordered a new mattress and had it delivered. She hadn’t said a word. Then she went out and bought four new sets of sheets, new pillows, a quilt, and a down comforter.
“I want us to have the whole fucking package,” I said. “I’ve always wanted it with you.”
She stilled.
I waited.
Gently, I nudged her hip with my knee. “You going to say something?”
“By ‘whole fucking package’ do you mean a limo, a photographer, color coordinated flowers, a buffet reception?”
“Fuck no.”
She let out a soft laugh.
“Babe, I’m still waiting for your answer.”
“I’ve always wanted it with you too.” She held my gaze. “Let’s do it in the old church in Meager.”
“A church?”
“It’s a blessing thing. Grace and Lock got married there and baptized their baby there too. Trust me on this.”
“Whatever you want, Sunshine.”
“That’s what I want. You know what else I want?”
“Name it.”
“Your mouth all over me. Again.”
“You’re such a horn dog.”
“Just like you.”
I brushed my lips over an eclipsing sun tattoo on her back, raising myself up over her prone body on the bed, swiping away her hair. “Where to begin?”
“Surprise me.” She wiggled her beautiful bare ass at me, her back muscles flexing. Her bare back. A woman’s naked back was a sensual secret revealed. Long smooth curves, strong plains, my vulnerable, powerful woman.
Every moment. Cherish every moment.
I bent my head and licked a trail down her spine, zigzagging my tongue over the thorny vine on her hips and lower back. Goosebumps rose on her skin, and she let out a soft moan. My teeth sank over a plump cheek, and she gasped. I kneaded her cheeks and jerked up her hips, opening her legs wider, licking up the tatted chain of small J’s up her thigh. Leaning over her, I pushed my thumb between her parted lips.
“Suck it.”
She took my thumb in her, squirming in my tight hold as my cock stroked up and down her wet heat. Taking my thumb from her mouth, I slid it inside her cunt, thrusting and rolling as I gripped her ass.
Her head twisted in the pillow, her fingers digging in the sheets. “Ah, fuck.”
I released her just as she was about to come. “Get up, grab the headboard,” I muttered.
Groaning, she raised herself up and did as I said, one knee down, her other foot planted on the mattress. I slid underneath her and grabbed hold of her ass and pulled her over me, rubbing her pussy back and forth over my hungry mouth.
She cried out. “That fucking beard of yours is like nothing else.”
I edged her. Three times. I knew all the signs her flesh gave. I knew.
“Finger…dammit!”
“Not letting you blow yet,” I said in between long licks. “Breathe, babe.” Her damp thighs finally relaxed.
Two more rounds later, a growl rising in my throat, I slapped an ass cheek, holding it firm and her eyes shot to mine, her moan filling the room. “Sixty-nine this bitch, and then you come all over me.”
She turned quickly, her hair flying, and I guided her legs. She swallowed my throbbing cock in her eager mouth.
“Fuck!” I gritted out. Raising my head, I pressed the pad of my tongue over her clit and suckled it, and she ground over me wildly, shuddering, coming on my face. I held onto her, thrusting my cock deep, my own explosion fierce.
Every. Moment.
I got myself new tats. A huge flaming blue “Z” inked on the base of my neck, meeting the “S” that had been inscribed at the top of my spine years ago. I added the letters for the rest of her name. Now the full “Serena” was on me, meeting the Z over the red flames of my club that flared over my back.
“Oh, Justin,” she breathed, a hand tracing up my spine.
“We deserve that upright Z, baby.”
She wrapped her arms around my waist, her face pressed into my back.
The wedding was on.
Lenore got a date set with the pastor of that church in Meager. We would wait a month for Beck’s tour and a couple other gigs he had in LA to be finished. Lenore immediately got to work on making her own dress. Her girlfriends threw her a bridal shower, a ladies night at the Tingle where her good friend Cassandra worked.
“You sure you don’t mind, honey?” She batted thick false eyelashes at me as she headed out the door on super high heels with an equally glammed up Tania who’d arrived to pick her up.
“Knock yourselves out,” I replied, giving her hand a kiss.
Butler, Boner, Drac, and Lock grumbled from the couches where we watched a not so exciting football game over too many pizzas. Four hours later, we picked up our women from the Tingle, and they were all sloshed. The minute I got her home, she pushed me into an armchair in the living room.
“Sit right there.” She started to dance to the music playing in her mind. She was inspired, peeling off her clothes one slinky piece at a time.
“Oh, you hot woman, look at you…” I slid a hand around a thigh.
“No, no, no.” She wagged a finger at me, licking her lips.
“No? What do have in mind, wild thing?”
She let out a throaty giggle. “You touch yourself. I wanna see.”
I did as requested. Her dance moves began to slow down as my hand sped up.
Wearing only a corset, her beautiful full tits tumbling out, she teetered back to the sofa opposite me, and in a firm, sure voice which only made my cock harder, she said, “Get over here. Now.”
I got over there, put my knees on the sofa and yanked her up against me, and she gasped loudly. Her back to my chest, my one hand cuffed her neck and my other held her arms, pinning them behind her. “This what you want, Sunshine? Huh?” I drove inside her. “This?”
She let out a series of harsh moans. “Yes, yes.”
I thrust hard and fast, holding her tight against me. “I’ll give it to you, baby. I’ll give it to you.”
And then she let out a long, rich laugh.
My favorite sound in the whole world.