Page 49 of Sweet Nothings

“Yes,” I whisper. “Like that.”

“And this?” He drags his tongue down the curve of my neck.

“Yes.”

“Tell me…” He kisses my neck. “Mrs. Harding.” He kisses behind my ear.

“Oh, God,” I moan. “What?”

He pinches my ear lobe between his teeth, careful not to bite down on the five-thousand-dollar earrings he insisted I buy with my dress.

“Did your pussy spend the rest of the night wishing it were touched by more than just my hand?”

My heart expands as I place my hand over his right one, guiding him lower. I pull his hand down along my stomach, over the bit of dress wrapped around my hips until we hit the top of the slit in my dress.

He allows me to take the lead until I bring both our hands between my thighs. I press his fingers against my hardened clit, cupping myself with his large palm, making sure he feels my wetness. I’m soaking for him, the memory of his hand on me in the greenhouse amplifying every sensation.

“What do you think, husband?” I ask, jerking my hips backward into his cock.

“Fuck.” He hisses. “I’m thinking we need to rectify this situation. Don’t you agree?”

“You shouldn’t…” I swallow, catching my breath as he works his fingers against my clit and his thumb over my nipple. “You shouldn’t ask questions you already know the answer to, Mr. Harding.”

FIFTEEN

I want to tear at the remaining bit of dress standing between me and my wife. My cock is begging to be free from the constraints of my black pants. It’s a fickle thing to both want to make something last but hurry to the finish line at the same time.

I try to remind myself that Laurel isn’t going anywhere. We live together now. She’s my wife, and if this is what she wants every night, fuck, even every single day, then that’s what I’ll do. I could touch Laurel like this forever and never tire of it.

The way her body reacts. The way her hips rock into me and her head rests on my chest. She feels safe and protected. Cared for. And something in the way I caught her staring at me across the courtyard earlier, after our moment in the greenhouse, tells me she isn’t used to being cared for.

For the first time since undoing her dress, I take a step away from Laurel. I let her breasts go, but not before giving her nipples a small pinch, causing her to yelp. I smirk, delighted in the sound coming from her throat.

I don’t say another word when my hands make it to her hair. I pull a thousand bobby pins and clips from her dark brown strands. Each one allows another curl to cascade down her back.

A moan escapes Laurel’s mouth.

“Now, I know I can be quite arrogant at times, Mrs. Harding.” I laugh. “But I don’t even thinkIcan give you an orgasm by simply touching your hair.”

She laughs, turning her head and looking up at me. Her indigo eyes widen under her long dark lashes, and I’m fucking done for. “Maybe not, but with the way you put your hands on me, you come pretty close.”

My heart pounds beneath muscle and bone. I’m certain if we stayed quiet, the both of us could hear it. When she says things like that, I think about pinching myself just to be sure I’ve heard her correctly.

“Turn around,” I order, my cock swelling.

She does as I say, and I drag my thumb down the length of her jaw before dropping to my knees in front of her.

I wrap my hands around the bunched silk fabric around her waist and pull it over her hips. With it pooled at her feet, she steps out.

Looking up at her, I nearly lose my breath. She’s completely naked. Peaked nipples, smooth tan skin. Her stomach is in line with my face, but I keep my focus on her eyes.

She steps forward, running her fingers through my hair. My dark brown strands aren’t as stiff as they were at the start of the wedding, most likely due to Laurel’s hands and the wind caused by the helicopter.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” I ask her. I need to know before continuing. “Being with you like this wasn’t part of our terms and conditions.”

“I know.” There’s a distant look in her eyes, as if she’s remembering the terms of our marriage, but it only lasts for a second before it’s gone. Gripping the ends, she looks down at me with fire in her eyes. “I want your mouth on me.”

She repeats the same words to me she said earlier. Wrapping both arms around her legs, I grab onto her ass, cupping each ofher full cheeks in my palms. She gasps as she stumbles forward. Her stomach lands against my mouth, and I plant a kiss below her belly button, then over her sweet pussy.

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