Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 15867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 79(@200wpm)___ 63(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 79(@200wpm)___ 63(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
Gently, I lift her chin so she has to look at me. She's wearing some kind of makeup that makes her eyes even bigger and darker, and they look impossibly wide right now. "I wouldn't worry about that. My father adores you."
"He's only met me once."
"Trust me," I tell her, letting my thumb drift gently over her cheekbone. "You make one hell of a first impression."
Maria's hands have come up to rest on my chest, fingers spread, and I wonder if she can feel my pulse kicking into overdrive even through the tuxedo. "What do you mean?"
"Do you really want to know?"
She nods.
"My first impression of you was how damn bad I wanted to do this."
Her face is still tilted up to mine, and it makes it all too easy to slant my mouth over hers, uncaring about her lipstick or how goddamn awful my timing is. Maria gives a small yelp of surprise, but she melts into me immediately, that invisible bond between us surging forward until neither of us can resist. Her hands grab fistfuls of my suit jacket while one of mine goes to the back of her neck, careful not to mess up her hair, no matter how much I want to pull it down and feel the curls running through my fingers.
My other hand goes down to her gorgeous round ass as I haul her against me, making her moan against my lips. It's been torture having her so close over the past few days and not being able to touch her. I knew from the jump that wanting her so badly was going to be a problem, but I'm a stupid man sometimes.
I nip at Maria's bottom lip, dragging another whimper from her throat as I grind her hips against mine. She can probably feel how hard I am for her right now, and the thought of that makes my cock throb. I go back to my earlier fantasy of fucking her in this silky little dress, but one glance at the clock on the wall has that idea quickly dying.
Maybe I can have half of that fantasy, though. Maybe there's a way I can see this dress up around her hips without us being late to our own damn wedding.
The kiss has grown frantic, and I suck at a tender spot behind her ear while she gasps and quivers in my grasp. Maria is so sensitive and receptive that it's making it hard to control myself. I know she'll take everything I can give her, and I'm starving to see pleasure overtaking her face.
I back us up until Maria's knees bump against the wooden vanity, and before she can register what's happening, I've hauled her up onto it, her legs spread where I stand between them. It's been the longest our lips haven't been connected since I first kissed her, and now she's looking at me with a dazed expression on her face.
"Xavier..." Her voice is breathless. "We can't do this now. We have to get ready."
"We'll make it," I assure her, leaning in to press my lips at the swell of her cleavage. "Trust me, baby. You're going to feel so good, and I promise we won't be late."
She lets out a long breath, and I can hear the moment she gives in, her whole body relaxing under my hands as she spreads her thighs a little more. Just like I'd been thinking about since the second I walked into the room, I push her dress up her thighs, careful not to damage the delicate fabric, but almost frantic to see all of her legs and thighs bare for me. She lifts herself up just enough, and finally the skirt is bunched around her waist, and I can be body to body with her once more.
I barely have time to take in the fact that she's wearing white lace panties before her legs are snaking around my hips and pulling me close. My cock grinds against her core, and I groan at the friction, gripping her ass to maintain the connection.
"God, I've been thinking about this," I admit, rocking against her, my lips at her ear. "About getting to touch you."
Maria makes a strangled noise, her hands gripping my shoulders as if they're the only thing tethering her to the earth. I ravage her mouth, my tongue gliding against hers, my fingers creeping up over the elastic band of her panties as I start to work them down.
"What," she pants between hot kisses, "what are we even doing?"
"I'm gonna take the edge off," I tell her, coaxing her to lift her ass up. "I'm gonna make you come, Maria, so I'm the only thing on your mind for this wedding."
She nods as I slide the lace down her legs, and then I'm back between her thighs, pushing them apart so I can look my fill. Her pussy is swollen and wet, her clit begging to be touched. Begging to be licked.