Page 24 of Mic Drop (Passionate Beats #3)

“That’s a good thing.” His eyes dart toward the ocean.

“Hey,” I cup his cheek and force his gaze back to mine. “Many guys in your position would have given up on their schooling. But not you. You got your GED. That’s a big accomplishment.”

“Thanks. Darren was the driver behind that, remember?”

I do recall. “He was a good man.” I kiss my husband again. “I’ll forever be grateful he brought us together.” I rub my boobs against his torso.

Green eyes dart downward, then Bennett rolls us so I’m on top and his hands are at my waist. “You know what I’m forever grateful for?” His fingers loop around the blue garter on my upper thigh that Kara insisted I wear. Good call.

“What?”

“That my sexy wife is about to do a striptease for me.” His hands go behind his head and an expectant expression crosses his face.

My eyebrows raise. “Really?”

“Uh, huh.” He nods .

I shrug. Why the hell not? We’re married. Everything we do from now on is legal. I extend my leg and play with the garter. “Like this?”

“It’s a start.”

Pulling the garter downward, I tease it around my knee then bring it back up to my thigh. “Think the blue matches the sky?” I glance upward.

“Before the sun set, sure. I prefer my blue in the heavens and not on my wife’s leg, though.” He tugs the garter all the way down my leg until it pools at my ankle. “Oops.”

Giggling, I kick the material off my body. “Which comes next?”

Bennett doesn’t answer, simply lifts his hips and tosses his black boxer briefs onto the end of the bed. “Answer your question?”

I sit up and stare at my husband’s body.

Take in every muscle and dark hair. His pulsing erection, which grows under my scrutiny.

Vein protruding, begging for my attention.

I lean over and oblige. With his cock in my mouth, I suck hard, causing his eyes to roll back in his head.

My tongue swipes the bit of pre-cum that seeps out, and I enjoy the salty tang.

“Damn.” His hands pull my hair, not in a suck me posture, but more of a come up here one. I want him to lose control, though. Be at my mercy. So I redouble my efforts, deep-throating him, thrilled when his hips dance.

This time, instead of pulling me away, he tugs me closer to his hardness. My hand slips downward, and I give his balls a soft graze.

His hips bounce off the bed. “Oh my God, Jenna.”

Like the rest of my life, whatever control I thought I had, he convinces me otherwise.

In a smooth move, he pulls away from me and strips off my panties, then directs my back onto the bed.

“You and me,” he huffs. “We’re coming together for the first time ever as husband and wife.

I want us to remember this moment forever.

When I’m away on tour. When you’re dealing with clinic shit.

When good and bad things happen. Remember now. This is what matters. Forever. ”

His words. My heart flutters. All I can do is mutely shake my head. And open my legs to accept my husband into my body.

He doesn’t rush straight into me, like I thought he would do considering how worked up I made him. Well, me too.

No. He prods at my entrance, swiveling his hips to coat himself in my juices. I clamp my thighs around his body, trying to guide him into me, but he remains still.

On trembling arms, he stares into my eyes. “I love you.”

“Oh, Bennett. I love you forever.”

In this instant he slides into my body with a slow, deliberate movement. Once he’s fully seated, he smooths the hair away from my cheeks. “So beautiful. Thank you for taking the chance.”

His play on the title of the song he sang to me—with UC—elicits a strangled cry. I force my hips backward, then surge around him. His restraint breaks.

Bennett’s hand urges my leg up, which he cups underneath my knee as if it were a microphone stand. Using his newfound leverage, he pumps in a hard beat into me, making me see stars on the horizon that have nothing at all to do with the darkening skies.

A minute later, the orgasm that’s been building all day crashes over me, and I clench around him, screaming his name. For his part, he continues to bury himself deep into me. When I return to the land of the living, he’s moving his hips, biding his time.

I lift up on my elbow and kiss his sweaty brow. “Your turn.”

“Oh no,” he replies. “Ours.”

He picks up the pace between us once more, grunting his pleasure when I lock my ankles around his hips. His hands drag mine over my head. Sweat drips between us, but neither one of us minds. This union means everything.

Like I knew it would, another orgasm shimmers on the horizon. This time, I want to take him with me to oblivion. I reach around and grab his hard ass, dragging him deeper still.

“Come for me, Sweetheart.”

With his order, I fly free, touching the face of the moon emerging from tonight’s sunset.

My body clamps around his, and his Adam’s apple bulges when he strains with his final thrust, then freezes above me.

A second later, he roars his completion so everyone within a mile of the beach can hear.

I don’t care. This man is my everything. And I’m his.

He collapses onto my spent body, gasping for air. Soon, he flips to his side, his hand covering his forehead.

“Oh shit,” he murmurs. “Condom.”