Page 121 of The Wedding Menu

“Fuck, yes,” he murmurs. His lips take mine, and he rolls us around until I’m on top of him. He sits up on the edge of the bed, mouth pressing on my neck and my chest reverently, like he’s softly marking important spots on a treasure map. “I’ll fuck you all night long, Amelie. I’ll watch you take it from every angle and learn all the things that drive you crazy.”

I whine as I rub myself against him, the friction creating a wet patch on his briefs. I can’t even care. I crave him. At this very moment, I’d watch the world fall apart to feel him inside me. “Please, take them off.”

He pulls his briefs down, my eyes catching a glimpse of his erection before he distracts me with a kiss, and the warm skin of his shaft presses against my core. “Let me grab the condoms,” he says, pulling me up gently.

“No, I’m on the pill,” I tell him. “And I’ve been tested afterhim.” He nods. “What about you?”

“All clear on my side.” He leans back a little, his eyes studying mine. “Are you sure you want to—”

“Yes.”

“Okay.” He softly blows a breath against my neck. “Lift your hips for me, beautiful,” he whispers then, his lips only barely open. As I hold myself on his shoulders, the tip of his cock lines up against me, a soft sigh leaving me on contact. I clench around nothing, and as I push myself down, he stretches me deliciously with his erection. “Slow down: we’re not in a rush.”

“Speak for yourself,” I say, my voice unsteady.

He smiles triumphantly as he grips my hips and holds me inplace. “I speak for you, too, tonight, Amelie.” Then he lowers me, his jaw clenching as he groans. “Tonight, you do as I say. You’ll savor every inch of my cock, every slow push, every filthy word I whisper in your ear. For as long as we both can take it.”

I clamp around him as he fills me some more.

“Show me you understand,” he says, letting go of my hips.

I fight every single one of my instincts telling me to hang on for dear life and shove myself down and toward pleasure, and instead gently lower myself a few inches.

“That’s it.” A breath trembles out of his lips as his eyelids flutter. “Good—more than good. Perfect. You’re my perfect girl.”

“I am,” I whine as my head desperately bobs up and down.

“Yes, you are.” He kisses me, his arm looped around my back as he lets me descend onto him a little more, then a little more until I’m sitting on his legs. He’s crammed into me so deep, we might be fused as one now. “God, I knew you were made for me.”

Stealing kisses, I move up and down, drenching him with my recent orgasms. He feels so fucking wonderful, there’s quickly a familiar twist in my stomach. Looking into his eyes is the best part yet, because he loves it just as much as I do. His bottom lip disappears under his teeth, his jaw flexing as if he’s struggling to patiently savor it just as much as I am.

His hands cup my ass, pushing and pulling along with my movements just as his face falls against the crook of my neck. He mumbles words against my skin, but I grasp only my name before he spreads loving kisses against my shoulder.

“I don’t think one time will be enough,” he says once he lifts his head again.

Whining, I nod. He won’t find any argument here, because if I could, I’d stick to this very position, this very moment in time, forever. “More than once. All night long.”

“More than one night,” he whispers.

His eyes melt into mine as I squeeze him inside, his body flinching as he shoves me all the way down. It hits differently, maybe because I know I made him lose control, maybe because of what he said. It might not mean anything, of course. Yet it feels like it means something. It feels like it means everything, and everything is what I want.

His hands move to my forehead, gently pushing some hair away. Tightening my arms around his neck, I trace the shape of his jaw with my tongue, his skin pleasantly salty. I look down between us, at our bodies writhing together in a dance that builds up my pleasure slowly and surely. It’s like climbing up step by step and getting higher by the second, not knowing when the release will hit.

“You’re a fucking goddess, Amelie.” His eyes burn deeply into mine—they’re famished, the center of all his need, then his hot and warm mouth wraps around my nipple as his cheeks hollow out and he sucks.

“Ian!” I can feel it getting closer, the orgasm building up in my stomach with every new pump of his cock. “Ian, I—”

His hand slips between us, his finger rubbing my clit. “Come, beautiful Amelie. All over me. Don’t hold back.”

I don’t think I could if I wanted to as my eyes cross and my stomach clenches. His fingers skillfully work me up, rubbing in a circular motion that’s just the right speed, his thrusts maintaining the same delicious pace. When his lips find mine, I drown my moans against his mouth until it hits. Then, as everything melts down, I can’t kiss him back anymore. Only arch my back and curl my toes and desperately call his name.

“Holy—” His breath hitches, his fingers digging into my hips. “I’m—I need to—can’t—”

When I give him a crazed nod, his hands push me down and up, his hold so strong, he’s probably bruised the skin of my hips. His eyes roll back as he moans, and it’s the most delicious noise. Especially when he repeats my name, and I feel his orgasm release, hot and dense inside me, one gorgeous spill followed by another.

“So.Fucking. Perfect,” he mumbles as his shoulders relax with the last of his stuttering thrusts. He kisses my cheek, my nose, the side of my head. Through it all, his eyes remain closed, his hands traveling up my spine and to the back of my hair, holding me in place. “Perfect and mine.”

“Yes,” I softly say as I rest my forehead against his.