Page 113 of The Wedding Menu

“Don’t stop, Amelie,” he encourages me. “Use your fingers and imagine they’re mine. That I’m sucking your clit and fucking you with my hand.”

“Oh, God.” I do as he asked, letting the vibrator fall to the side. Tightening my hold on the phone, I begin thrusting two fingers inside me, my body squirming with every jolt of pleasure.

“That’s it. Just like that.”

“Ian?” I ask as I use my thumb to press my clit. I bet he’d be so much better at it.

“Yes, beautiful?”

“Are you doing it too?” I ask. Though I know the answer, I want to hear him say it.

“I almost came twice already.”

I chuckle, tilting my head as if I’m cuddling up to him instead of a stupid phone.

“Your laugh is as good as your moans, Amelie.”

“Tell me where you are, what you’re doing, what you’re wearing. Everything.”

He exhales, then clears his voice. “I’m sitting on my bed, and I’m wearing black joggers. No shirt because I’m always warm at night. I’m touching myself as slowly as I possibly can without stopping, because I don’t want to come before you do, and this is by far the most turned on I’ve ever been in my life.” He lets out a shaky breath. “But I’m always up for a challenge.”

“If I were there,” I whisper, and before I even get the words out, he breathes harder, “I would lick the tip of your cock.”

“Oh, fuck…”

“And I’d taste your precum.”

“I’d smear your gorgeous lips with it.”

“I—I would take all of you in my mouth,” I continue, though with the rhythm of my fingers inside me and my thumb over my clit, my voice comes out all shaky.

“I’d push it all the way to the back of your throat and hold you there until you needed to breathe.”

Pressure building in my stomach, I whimper. Ian’s breathing turns even more erratic, and once he moans again, I grab my vibrator and push it against my clit. “Ian, Ian…”

“Oh, not my name,” he mutters. “I can’t take it, Amelie.”

“I’m going to come. I’m gonna come so hard,” I pant as my mind empties and my stomach fills.

“Picture me fucking you, Amelie. Hard and fast, stretching you. God, Ineedto fuck you.”

“Yes, yes—I need you, Ian. I—” My eyes roll back, and my mouth opens, but no sound comes out. The pleasure is just so strong, it’s like my whole body freezes for the most intense couple of seconds.

“Squeeze me inside you, Amelie. Come all over me,” he gasps. “Let me hear you orgasm.”

Something snaps, and I let out a loud string of pleas and obscene noises, every single working cell in my body lighting me up from the inside.

“Yes, Amelie, holy fuck—”

We both moan, call each other’s names. It’s so earth-shattering, it almost hurts as the vibrations hit my clit again and again, but I don’t stop. I don’t want this orgasm, this moment, to ever stop.

“You’re mine, Amelie,” he growls. I picture his cum gushing out and over his hands as he strokes his erection for me. “Your pleasure is mine. Your orgasms are mine. You’reall… fucking… mine.”

My climax keeps rippling out; his too. Maybe it’s the booze, but it feels longer than normal. Surely, it’s a million timesbetterthan normal.

“You belong to me, Amelie. Only to me.”

I close my eyes, focusing on the tingling warmth coursing through me at his claim. At feeling wanted and precious and someone worth fighting for.