Page 26 of Save Me

Andie’s mouth was open. “You got a ring too?”

“If you don’t like it we can get a different one later. I would give you my mother’s ring, but it’s not very nice.”

“This is unreal,” she said. “I need to sit down.”

He led her to the bed, kissing and caressing her lightly until she took him up on the offer of a shower. After she was done there was a knock at the door.

The dress and ring were delivered in forty-three minutes, which had to be some sort of record. It was, however, long enough for Andie to change her mind about marrying him three times—not including the time spent in the shower. He had to use every weapon at his disposal to change it back but she crumbled the instant he held up the beautiful gown they had delivered. It was a simple sheath of the finest satin, with a skirt that fell to the floor in a cascade of shimmering light.

Less than an hour later, they were married by an excellent Elvis impersonator—Andie wanted a traditional Vegas wedding. She giggled the whole way down the aisle, but grew serious when he promised to devote his life to making her happy.

“Everything that I am, everything that I ever will be, is for you,” Eric vowed. “I love you.”

Andie’s smile lit up the room. “I never stopped loving you and I never will. God knows I tried.”

He laughed and pressed his forehead to hers, more grateful than he could say for the second chance he’d been given.

The rest of the ceremony was a blur. In fact, nothing was clear until they got back to the hotel, bursting into the room only to find it transformed.

There were flowers everywhere. Ornate arrangements rested on every surface, and a mix of rainbow petals littered the bed. Next to it was a bucket of champagne, a plate of chocolate-covered strawberries, and two champagne flutes.

“Oh my God, did you order this when I wasn’t looking?” Andie asked.

“No,” he said, barely noticing the décor as he went for the zipper of her gown. “It must be a gift from the hotel.”

Nibbling the soft skin of her neck, he peeled down the silky fabric, aided by a shimmy of her hips. Too impatient to remove anything else, he picked her up and they landed on the bed.

Andie’s hands helped tug off his clothes and soon both of them were naked, crushing the delicate flower petals underneath them.

Eric scooped up handfuls of the satiny confetti. He piled them on her body, unsure which was softer—the petals or her skin. Andie sighed and picked up more, rubbing them against his bare chest and pulling him close, trapping the fragrant petals between their bodies.

Time blurred as he explored the length of his new bride’s body. He kissed every inch clear of petals, and shifting the ones in his way when a particularly delicious spot was covered.

His hands moved a little roughly at first. It had been too long and he wanted her too badly. She didn’t complain, but he made an effort to check himself before he marked her creamy skin.

Touching Andie was like coming home. He knew her body almost as well as he knew his own. His hands remembered every line, every curve, and dimple. His tongue explored the hollow at the base of her neck, working his way down until he was licking the indentation of her hips before shifting to the side to delve deeper still.

Writhing underneath him, Andie’s whimpers turned to moans as he licked the hot flesh between her legs. Stroking and probing, he let his memory and instinct guide him. He pushed her harder and faster until she was straining, her hips pumping as she gave herself over to the pleasure.

He ate her with abandon, teasing her with his hands and mouth until she shattered, crying out and squeezing his head between her legs. Using his strength, he pushed himself up, stroking the sensitive skin on her inner thighs with his torso before positioning himself at the entrance of her pussy.

“I love you,” he said, taking himself in hand and teasing her, running his hard cock over her clit.

“Please, Eric,” she whispered, breathing hard and tugging on his shoulders to bring him closer.

Holding her hips, he entered her, forcing himself to go slowly, to savor the sensation. Pushing past her little opening, he slid inside, her hot clinging sheath enveloping him tighter than any glove.

A broken ragged sound escaped his chest. He bent to kiss her lips as he slid home, rocking into her, trying to cover all of her body with his. She rose to meet his body but he pinned her down until she couldn’t move. Instead she clung to him, accepting his thrusts with a series of little gasps, her whole body tensing as her orgasm washed over her.

Andie’s climax triggered his own. He held on a few more precious seconds, closing his eyes to savor each ripple and spasm, but he couldn’t stop or delay any longer. He rocked into her hard, grinding his hips as his cock jerked, spilling his seed into her waiting womb.

Eric collapsed, holding onto Andie’s hand until he recovered enough to shift to the side. “Don’t move,” she said reaching out for him.

He smiled and slipped his arms around her, pressing his face into her hair. “I didn’t want to crush you. That was literally the best thing I have ever felt in my entire life. And not just because I’ve been celibate for so long.”

Andie giggled before her mouth turned down and she frowned. “I’m sorry I can’t say the same. I should have waited for you–for this.”

Eric shook his head. “I didn’t ask you to. I didn’t have the right and you shouldn’t feel bad there was someone else. We were apart a long time. And it’s better that you got a chance to experience something of the world before we got married.”

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