Page 44 of Sweet Nothings

“I want you to taste yourself,” I command.

She starts to lower her hand between her legs, but I stop her, clicking my tongue in disapproval. “No, no, no. Not with your own hand. I want you to taste yourself on my fingers.”

She flicks her gaze up to mine, looking up at me through her mascara-coated eyelashes. She’s wearing more makeup than usual, but it isn’t enough to hide her natural beauty.

I’m still playing the flower along her pussy, knowing it’s only making her wetter for me. She rocks her hips, pushing herself deeper into the motions of the flower. I move my hand along the flower, holding it closer to the petals. My fingertips graze her bare skin, and I grin with delight.

“Is this because it’s our wedding day or are you always this bare, Mrs. Harding?” I ask, fighting the urge to rip my suit off and fuck her hard against the glass wall until she screams my name.

“Only when I’m around you.”

“Why is that?” I tease my finger between her slick folds. She’s drenched as she lifts her hips off the glass. My finger slides deeper, landing against her swollen clit.

“Because,” she breathes. “I was tired of having to change my panties after every time I was near you. You make me so fucking wet, Lennon.”

Her confession makes her cheeks turn red.

“Fuck,” I tell her, stroking her clit. “I think that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever fucking heard.” I slide my fingers from her clit, burying two of them inside her. The flower is still held in my hand but off to the side. I cup her pussy and pump both fingers in and out of her, pressing my thumb against her clit.

She moans, fisting the sleeves of my suit tighter. Her long, pink fingernails dig into my muscles.

“Rock your hips with me,” I order. “Is this what you imagine every time your pussy is wet after you see me?”

“No,” she whimpers, her eyes closed now.

“Open your eyes,” I instruct, wanting her to clarify her answer. She does as I say. “What do you mean, no?”

“I didn’t imagine this.” She moans, rolling her hips. “I imagine you fucking me.”

I’m wanting to free my cock and slide into her. My body remembers what it’s like to be buried inside her. It’s begging to relive that night. But I can’t stop watching her writhe against me. My single touch has Laurel forgetting how, at the very core, our marriage is business. She’s replaced it for pleasure. At least temporarily. Thrill courses through my veins with her confession. I love knowing I’m able to bring this side out of her.

Her body hums and vibrates as my strokes move faster and harder. I hook my fingers inside her, finding the spot that makes her thighs clench around me.

“I want you to fuck me, Lennon.”

“Not now. We have guests waiting on us.”

Her mouth falls open. I’m unsure whether it’s because she’s close to her orgasm or it’s from my answer, denying her what she desperately wants. It might be both.

“Besides,” I add. “When you come on my hand, I want to ensure your pussy spends the rest of the night wishing it had more than just my fingers inside it.”

“Lennon…” she gasps, her head slamming against the glass. Her shoulders tense, and she inhales a sharp breath.

“That’s right, Mrs. Harding.” I growl. “Come for me.”

She lifts her chin and squeezes her eyes shut, riding my hand a few more times before she quivers against it. Her thighs clench, and she screams my name.

I wait until her body has relaxed, and she’s opened her eyes before I slide my fingers out of her.

She’s catching her breath when I pull my hand out from between her legs. As promised, I lift my hand and hold itbetween us. I’m still holding onto the flower with my glistening fingers.

Without a word, she takes the flower from my hand and tucks it into the front pocket of my suit. She keeps her hand pressed against my chest. I smirk, swinging my eyes back to hers.

“Like I said,” I tell her. “I want you to taste yourself. Open your mouth.”

She breathes heavily and swallows before allowing her lips to part. Her mouth pops open as she waits for me.

I place both fingers against her tongue. She closes her mouth and sucks on them, her red-stained lips tightening around my fingers.

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