Page 77 of First Comes Marriage

She shivered and adjusted her movements to a short, fast slide over his tip, his piercing dragging back and forth over herclit. He let her go on for a minute, cataloging every shiver and shake, the way her breasts moved with each shuddery breath, and, once again, when she seemed ready to burst, he stopped her, holding her still with his cock trapped against her clit. Pressure but no friction. She whimpered and tried, uselessly, to rock against him again.

Fuck, he loved her like this—needy and wild, not thinking, asking for what she wanted. Undone, all the layers of her proper façade messy and stripped away. Because of him.

“You ready for a taste?” he asked, his voice rough with emotion at the idea of being the one who got to see her like this, to feel her.

“Then can I come?”

He slid his hand over the curve of her hip and pushed her back down the length of his erection. “We’re just getting started.” She let out a little cry of indignation and his cock kicked against his clothed stomach. “Suck my cock, wildflower. Taste the mess you’ve made.”

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It should have been humiliating, keening against Sebastian like an animal in heat, practically begging him for an orgasm. But it wasn’t. It was the hottest thing she’d ever done, except maybe when she did as her husband asked and bent down to lick up the length of his erection, tasting her own pleasure coating his skin. He swore under his breath and dropped his head back as she took his tip into her mouth, playing with his piercing with her tongue.

Sabrina used her fists to squeeze the part of him she couldn’t take in her mouth, working him in slow teasing glides of her tongue and hands. His hand tangled in her hair, gripping the strands until her scalp tingled, but never guiding her movements. She flattened her tongue along the underside andpaid extra attention to the ridge of his crown, to the barbell through his tip, to the slit at the top leaking salty precum.

“Fuck, baby,” he cursed. She met his eyes as she hollowed her cheeks and continued to suck, the sensitive tips of her breasts brushing against the rough fabric of his dress pants as she moved over him. “Will you swallow me down, Sabrina? Can I come in this pretty mouth?”

She tried to squeeze her thighs together at the fresh onslaught of need buzzing between her legs, and she hummed her consent, unwilling to lose the taste of him. He cursed again and bucked up into her mouth slightly, and her eyes fell closed.

“Eyes on me.” She locked her gaze with his. “There she is,” he whispered, his hand moving from her hair to skate down her cheek, gently cupping her face even as her lips stretched around his cock.

And then he was coming, shooting jet after jet of his hot release down her throat. She swallowed it all and licked him clean when he was done, only letting his still-half-hard cock fall from between her lips when he pulled her up to kiss him. It was messy and urgent, the way he licked into her mouth and bit at her lips, his hands everywhere except where she needed him.

When at last he pulled away, he tucked himself back into his pants and did up his zipper and belt, an evil glint in his eye that she had come to love. “Let’s go.”

He couldn’t be serious. She hadn’t come yet.

He ignored her incredulity as he packed up their things, throwing them haphazardly into the bag they’d arrived with. All except her underwear. That he folded neatly and tucked away in an inside pocket of his jacket. She got to her feet with a huff and moved to right her clothing.

“Stop.” She froze and he moved her hand away from her exposed chest. “You cover up when I say you can.”

She sputtered in disbelief. “You expect me to drive home with my tits hanging out?”

“I do. I want any car that drives by us to see what a needy thing you are, and I think you want that too.”

She didn’t. She absolutely did not.

Except now that he’d said it, she sort of did, and the stinging in her nipples as they tightened seemed to agree with him. His eyes flicked to the puckered peaks, and he lifted one to his mouth, worrying it between his teeth. The bastard.

“Is this alright?” he asked softly, breaking the spell for a moment. He was so earnest, the care in his eyes clear, she knew he’d end this little game if she wanted him to. But she didn’t want him to.

“More than alright,” she said with a reassuring smile of her own.

His grin turned wolfish and he nipped at her breast once more before straightening up, adjusting his suit jacket.

“Get in the car, Sabrina.”

On shaking legs, she did as she was told. When he climbed into the car beside her and turned it on, her skin broke out in goosebumps. Anyone who drove by would see. It was fully dark out now, but if their headlights hit the car just right… She squirmed in her seat. Fuck, why was that so hot?

Maybe because she knew Baz would never let that happen. He’d never actually let anyone see her that exposed. He drove slowly down back roads on the way to his condo, and they never passed a single car. As he turned onto his street, she realized she’d trusted him to keep her safe, to protect her, even as he asked her to drive home completely exposed.

She trusted him implicitly with her body. To direct her, to make her feel good, to know how far to push her. Would it be so hard to trust him with her heart too?

She watched his face flicker in and out of view as they drove beneath the street lights, caught the quirk of his lip, the crinkle at the corner of his eyes. He reached across the console and set his hand on her thigh, squeezing reassuringly, and she realizedshe already did trust him with her heart, more than she’d ever trusted anyone.

She loved him.

She wasin lovewith Sebastian Graham.

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