Page 101 of My Vows Are Sealed

“Stop it,” she cut me off, giving me another kiss. “It’s perfect. Just like you.”

I chuckled. “I’m nowhere close to perfect, baby. But I’ll do my best every day to be the perfect man for you.”

“You already are, Brendan,” she said softly. “You always have been.”

I stood up and pulled her with me, then crashed my lips back to hers, holding her as close as I could. Her arms tightened around me as she stood on her toes to reach me easier, and I pulled out one of the chairs from the crappy little card table that I used as a kitchen table and sat on it. She straddled my legs as her mouth found mine again, and her hands slipped inside the collar of my shirt. The moan that rose in my throat at the simple skin-on-skin contact wasn’t even voluntary. It was automatic. Even the smallest touch between us just held that much power.

I slid the shirt she was wearing up just enough to rest my hands on her waist, and she whimpered softly as she shimmied closer to me, rocking against my quickly stiffening length and making me groan. Like she wastryingto torture me, she did it again, this time pressing down more.

“Keep doing that and dinner’s going to get cold,” I whispered against her lips.

“We have a microwave,” she giggled.

Yeah, screw it. Dinner could wait.

Gripping her legs tightly, I stood up, and she giggled again as she wrapped them around my waist. I quickly carried her to the bedroom, setting her back on her feet before relieving her of her shirt. She started to slide mine up, and I did the work for her, tugging it off. But before I could get to her pants, she knelt in front of me, raising her eyes to meet mine.

“Can I?” she asked timidly.

I stifled a groan at the anticipation of how it would feel to have her mouth on me. She’d never done this before, but when I thought about it, I realized that I’d never really given her the chance to. I’d always been focused onherwhenever we made love, and just getting to be inside her was more than enough for me, so I’d never even stopped to think that she might actuallywantto turn the tables and put her focus on me.

“You never have to ask, baby,” I told her. “The answer’s always going to be yes.”

She gave me a small smile as she tugged my sweatpants and boxers down, then timidly wrapped her hand around me, slowly – and maybe a little hesitantly – stroking. My eyes slid closed as sparks of electricity started to radiate through me, and I sucked in a breath.

For a couple of minutes, she built up a slow and steady rhythm with her hand, like she was trying to psych herself up for this. Pressure started to build up way too quickly, and I felt a flutter of anticipation in my stomach. I knew she always loved it when I made love to her with my mouth, but this was a first for me. I had no idea what to expect. Would it feel the same as when I was inside her? Better? Just altogether different?

Why was I so nervous? We’d already made love, many times. But somehow, it felt like the first time all over again. Except that this time, I had no words of wisdom for her. Nothing to tell her to make it easier. And I could tell she needed that right now, because I could hear her shaky breaths as she softly caressed my shaft, and it might have been my imagination, but I could have sworn I felt her hand trembling a little as she worked too.

Just as I was about to remind her that I would never want her to do anything she wasn’t completely comfortable with, I felt the wet heat of her mouth sliding down my length, and it was all I could do to stop myself from coming right then and there. My eyes shot open, and I looked down and watched as she took as much of me as she could in her mouth.

“Jesus, Dar,” I hissed.

Her mouth slid further down, then came back up, and her tongue swirled over the head. I groaned quietly and threaded my fingers in her hair, and she let out a quiet moan as she slid back down again, sucking softly this time.

I felt every swipe of her tongue, every movement of her mouth, and the added pressure when she sucked harder down to the very fiber of my being. I’d always thought that there couldn’t be anything more intimate than making love to her, but in a way, I almost felt like I was closer to her right now than I’d ever been before. Maybe it was because, for the first time, there wasn’t a latex barrier separating us while I was connected to her, or maybe it was because this was so new and different. Whatever it was, this was a unique experience all its own, and if it was possible, it made me love her even more knowing that she wasn’t just willing to do this, but that she’d actuallyaskedif she could.

Tingling pressure started to build up inside me, and I knew it wasn’t going to be much longer before I exploded, but I couldn’t bring myself to finish like this. Not tonight. Tonight wasn’t about me. It was aboutus. So I gently grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up, greedily claiming her lips as I tugged at the waistband of her pants, sliding them and her panties down in one motion.

“Sorry I’m not very good at that,” she mumbled awkwardly, her eyes firmly focused on the floor.

Damn it. I’d never thought she would interpret my not wanting her to see me through to the end as a reflection on her skills. I put a finger under her chin tilted her face up so she’d look at me.

“Baby, if you’d kept that up for much longer, I would have finished in your mouth,” I told her. “And I couldn’t do that. Not tonight.”

She turned bright pink, and I chuckled as I kissed her. It was adorable how easy it was to make her blush. As I kicked my pants the rest of the way off, sat on the bed, and moved backward, she followed me and straddled my legs again while she brought her mouth back to mine. I desperately sought out her tongue, softly sucking it into my mouth, as I slid a hand between her legs, groaning when I felt how soaked she was. I slipped two fingers inside her, and she moaned as she rocked her hips in time with my hand. Reluctantly, I tore my mouth from hers and moved it to her neck, kissing and sucking above her pulse point.

“Oh, God,” she moaned.

God, I’d missed this. It had been way too long since we’d been able to make love without worrying about how much noise we were making. Really, we’d only been able to do that twice, because most of the times we’d ended up in these situations had been in her bedroom at Kate’s house. Her moans and whimpers were music to my ears, and I’d been robbed of hearing them ever since she’d moved in with her friend.

I pressed my thumb down on the small nub at her center, and she cried out for a moment, then buried her face in my shoulder, muffling her moans as I continued to pump my fingers in and out of her.

“Let me hear you, Dar,” I rasped. “It’s just us here.”

Instead of obeying, she kissed me so deeply I saw stars.

Okay, that was even better than hearing her moans. Because now Ifeltthem, just as much as I felt her hips start rocking faster as she chased her high. I added a third finger, and she whimpered as I started to pump a little harder. And less than a minute later, she trembled above me as she unraveled.

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