I felt my feet leave the ground as he lifted me, then lowered me onto the bed. He reached for his tie and loosened it. I sat up and helped him unbutton his shirt until it was open. He stared at me as I undid the buttons on his pants. I looked up at him, breathless and overwhelmed. I was so ready for him.
I had been since I saw him that first night.
The truth was, it felt like I’d been waiting for Lucky my entire life. And now he was mine. We belonged to each other.
He slid his fingers over my collarbones and under the edges of my dress in a smooth caress.
“Turn around.”
I knelt on the bed facing away from him and lifted my hair. The sound of the zipper coming undone did something to me. It really brought it home.
This was happening.
This was real.
I was really Lucky’s wife.
He ran his hands over my skin as my dress fell away. I leaned back against his chest as he undressed me, kissing my neck softly and pulling me back against his arousal.
I arched my back like a cat, wanting more of him. Wanting him inside me. We’d known each other barely longer than a month, but it felt like I’d been waiting for him forever.
I turned into his arms and we fell back onto the bed together. We stared into each other’s eyes. I brushed a lock of hair off his forehead.
“I’m sorry.”
“For what, Angel?”
“I’m sorry I made you wait so long.”
“I would have waited a lifetime for you.” He gave me a wicked smile. “But I’m real glad I didn’t have to.”
He kissed my shoulder and eased my bra strap over it. I slid his shirt off of one arm. He unclasped my bra. I pulled his shirt off the other arm. Bit by bit, we revealed each other’s bodies, pressing soft kisses to every inch of skin that was bared.
I think we both knew that this was a marathon, not a race. The urgency was still there, but this was more than just the clash of two bodies. This was a celebration. An exploration. A joining of two lives as well as two bodies. And neither one of us wanted it to be over too fast.
Once we were naked, things started to happen faster. Lucky kissed his way down my body. I tugged at him when he settled between my thighs.
“I don’t want to wait.”
He caught my hand and laced his fingers through mine.
“I’m big. I need to make sure you’re ready.” He gave me a hot stare and kissed my quivering inner thigh. “And I really like making you come.”
“Oh…”
I didn’t know what else to say to that. I lay my head back and closed my eyes as Lucky began tasting me. I sighed at the sensation. He always made me feel special. Valued. But there was something sacred in his touch tonight.
My hips rose off the bed to meet his tongue as he began to thrust it inside me. Again and again he drove his tongue inside me. My fingers laced through his hair as I gave in to the rhythm.
His fingers danced over my clit, brushing the sensitive nub again and again. Faster and faster. He applied a little bit more pressure as the tempo built.
I closed my eyes and called out his name.
Chapter 39
Lucky
“That’s it, Angel. Again. Come for me again.”
My shoulders were under her thighs as I urged my Angel to come for a third time. I was using two fingers to open her as I sucked her clit into my mouth and flicked my tongue against it. The time for teasing was over. I was going full throttle and it still wasn’t enough.
My Angel was still too tight on my fingers.
And then she came. This time was harder than the first two. I felt her flutter against me and open slightly. This was it. I had to try.
I didn’t think I could wait another second to be inside her.
If I was too big, I would stop. We’d find another way. But if there was any chance in hell I would fit, I had to try.
“Angel…”
She looked dazed as I positioned myself above her, guiding my cock to her slick and slippery pussy. I dragged the tip up and down her lips to get it wet. The feel of her was so intense, it almost hurt. She was soft and hot and welcoming.
I stared into her eyes as I slowly sank just inside her. I only got a few inches before she let out a whimper. I froze, staring down at her and using every bit of my willpower not to move.
“Am I hurting you?”
“No! I want”—my Angel drew in a shaky breath—“I want you to—”
“What is it, sweetheart? Tell me what you want me to do.”