Page 22 of Husband to Go

“You look really nice today.” I feel like it sounds a little forced. I just want to compliment her, and to honestly tell her how beautiful she is.

Her brow furrows for a second, but then she smiles, melting a bit. She looks down at her outfit, softly touching the fabric on her shoulder.

“You really think so?” She always seems so surprised when I say something nice about her. But I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it. She has on a lovely floral print sundress that hugs her curves perfectly.

“I do.”

“Well, I dressed myself today, so maybe that’s why. Veronica picked out the disaster I wore to the engagement lunch,” she confesses ruefully. I laugh at her joke, and she giggles with me. It’s the first time I’m hearing her sweet tinkle, and it’s enjoyable.

“I’m glad you like my dress,” she says softly.

“I think I might like it better on the floor,” I admit.

Suddenly, all the oxygen in the room evaporates. She catches her breath, her eyes meeting mine. Her blush deepens, but this time, she doesn’t draw away. Instead, she reaches one small hand forward and places her fingers under my lapel, looking up at me.

This time,shekisses me. Her lips find mine, softly settling on my mouth. I breathe in, wrapping my arms around her body, as she melts into my embrace. She tilts her head back, breaking our kiss while looking at me with dreamy eyes.

“Did you –”

“I locked the door, sweetheart. We’re fine.”

She smiles tremulously.

“You’re damned if you do, and damned if you don’t, isn’t that right?” she asks in a soft voice.

I gaze into those caramel eyes.

“Sweetheart, I don’t mind being damned if it’s with you. I mean it baby. Now, lift up your dress and let me see your sweetness.”

She inhales quickly but then her hands travel down to her thighs, bunching up her dress in her hands. Slowly, she pulls the fabric up, revealing inch after inch of creamy thigh. Oh god, she’s delectable and I want to cover that tantalizing flesh with kisses. But then she stops before revealing her beautiful mound.

“Tanner –,” she begins.

I run one finger gently down her cheek.

“What is it, sweetheart?”

She visibly relaxes and lets out a deep breath.

My fingers skim from her cheek down her body until I reach the tops of her legs. I use my hand to massage her thighs before moving to the hem of her panties. They’re drenched and I let out a low growl of satisfaction.

“Are you always this wet when you’re around me?” Kylie’s face reddens, and she inhales, meeting my eyes. But I like it, and I rub my hand over the wet cloth, stimulating her button. Her hands move to my shoulders, holding on tight.

“Oh Tanner,” she sighs. I rest my forehead on hers, our noses almost touching.

“Open up your legs, sweetheart. Let me touch you.”

Her thighs part a bit, and I slip my hand in from the top, passing over her soft lips before gently stroking her bud. She gasps and clings to my shoulders, knees trembling. But that’s not all I have in store for her. Gently, I ease a finger into her pussy as her pupils dilate and her breathing changes.

“Oh Tanner,” is her delighted cry. I know what I’m doing. I push my finger in deeper, and stroke against her g-spot, tantalizing the sweet girl. I swirl two fingers around inside her, feeling her walls pulsate around them.

Her nails dig so hard into my suit jacket, that I can actually feel them on my back. But this isn’t how I want her to come. With a slow sucking sound, I pull my fingers from her wet twat and then kneel in front of that heaving, curvy form before peeling her panties down. Oh shit. She’s so gorgeous, pink and tight, and my mouth waters. Kylie stares down at me.

“What are you doing?”

“I haven’t had a chance to taste you properly,” is my hungry growl. Ever since seeing her, I’ve wanted to do everything imaginable to her body. “You might want to hold on to something,” I tell her. One of her hands goes to the doorknob, forming a tight grip on it. Meanwhile, I take one of her knees and push it upwards so that her steaming folds are revealed in all their glory.

“Oh my god, what are you doing?” she squeals, looking down at me.