Page 95 of Personal Foul
“It really did drag on forever. I think there were still people drinking when we left.” She looks back over her shoulder at me as she slips out of her shoes.
“Open bars will do that to people.” I smile and run my fingers down her spine where her skin is exposed by the open back of her reception dress.
“Your uncle was hilarious though. I think I’ll like seeing him at the holidays.” She smirks.
“He’s one of my favorites. You know what else is my favorite? This fucking dress. You look fucking gorgeous, Princess.” I slide an arm around her and kiss up the side of her throat as she runs her fingers down my side.
“Princess?” She holds up her wedding ring for me to see, and fuck if I don’t love seeing that reminder. “I think I got upgraded to queen today, don’t you?”
“Princess, queen… I’ll fucking call you goddess as long as you let me worship between your thighs every day.” I spin her around and take her mouth with mine. She goes soft for me, letting me have her tongue and pressing closer to me, her hands wandering down to my belt.
“You can have me whenever you want me,” she whispers.
I still her hands as she starts to go for the zipper on my pants. “Oh no, you don’t get my cock yet. First, you’re gonna pull that dress up. Take those panties off and sit up on the bed.”
Her eyes flash to mine, a little smile forming and disappearing as she does what I ask.
“Right here on the edge and spread your thighs for me.” I press her knees apart as I kneel down until I get the view I want. “Look how fucking wet you are. You been pressing these thighs together all day wishing for this haven’t you.”
It’s a statement. Not a question. I know she has. I’ve been getting looks from her all day. Little whispered confessions about how much she wants me. How much she couldn’t wait to leave the reception and have me inside her. I’d been taunting her too. Telling her while she ate her cake how much I couldn’t wait to see if tonight’s version was better than the first.
“East, as much as I want you… it’s late and we have that early brunch with our friends, and then our flight. We could just have a quickie in the shower. We have our whole honeymoon ahead…” She looks at me thoughtfully as her fingers run through my hair.
“Always so fucking practical.” I kiss the inside of her thigh. “But I need to taste my wife, Wren. If you need persuading, I’m happy to do that too.”
I lean forward to slide my tongue over her, but her fingers catch my chin, and she tilts my face up to meet her eyes.
“Compromise? Turn the water on in the shower, and you have until it gets hot to get me ready for you. Because I’ve been thinking about you fucking me in there all day too.” She nods toward the bathroom.
This is why I married this woman, and one of the many reasons she has me wrapped around her little finger. I give her a small smirk and make a quick detour to turn on the water before I’m back on my knees in front of her again, kissing my way up her thigh.
I part her with my fingers and slide my tongue over her clit, teasing and sucking it in intervals until she’s nearly edging off the bed. Soft little moans coming out of her while her fingers run over my shoulder, up my neck and through my hair as she spreads wider for me.
“Fuck, East… you’re going to make me come before we ever make it to the shower.”
“And?” I pause to ask.
“I want the first time I come as Mrs. Westfield to be with you inside me. The whole wife fantasy, you know. Please?” Her words come out in little bursts and stutters between gasps as I work my tongue over her.
“Fuck…” The word rips out of me like a growl because I like the sound of that too much even if I do want her coming on my tongue. “Get up and get that dress off then. Or I’ll rip it off, and I like you in it too much. You’re gonna have to wear it on the honeymoon for me again. Let me fuck you in it.”
She shakes her head as she gives me a sly little grin, working the buttons at the back of the dress as she asks me to get the two she can’t reach. I strip down with her as she works out of it and the rest of her lingerie underneath, and a few moments later we’re in the shower.
“Remember when you let me in the shower with you that first night?” I ask as she bends for me, bracing herself against the tile as I slide inside her tight little cunt.
“Yes,” she answers as her fingers slide over the tile, pressing against it as I start to move.
“You gonna finally admit the little soap routine was for my benefit?”
She lets out a tiny laugh in between the gasps and moans I’m working out of her as I take her deeper.
“The soap routine was just me taking a shower—the bending over in front of you—thatwas for your benefit.”
“I fucking knew it.”
She looks back at me, a smirk on her face. “You get your shot to seduce Easton Westfield, you take it. And look how well it worked out for me.”
I feel the familiar warmth spread through my chest as I shake my head at her, grinning as I slide my hand over her hip. That I get this fierce woman—the only one that has the ability to crack my icy fucking heart and make it beat—is still a novelty every single time I’m reminded of it.
“Fuck, Princess. I love you so much. You’re so fucking perfect.”
“I love you too, East. You and your mouth are the best thing ever.”
“Good. Now you better come for me, Mrs. Westfield.”
A laugh tumbles out of her before it’s cut off by a soft moan, and it’s the best sound I’ve ever heard in my life.
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