Page 88 of Hat Trick Holidate

My knuckles graze her soft skin as I gently pull the toggle down her back. She removes her arms from the lacy sleeves, and as it falls, I gather it and lay her wedding gown on the chair beside us.

“Lean against the table.” It comes out rough and deep.

She puts her hands on the table slightly behind her. All I can do is appreciate the woman before me, carrying our baby. I inch closer and spread her legs and move into the space between them. “All of this is mine.” My hands skim over her shoulders, over the lace bra, over her baby bump and down to the matching underwear. Really they are a piece of fabric. She has on white thigh-highs, and I’ve never been thirstier than I am now.

Two fingers slip between her skin and the lace and she lets out a sigh of relief.

“I’m what you need, Rusti.” I lazily circle her clit. Every time the callous from my finger hits a certain spot, she mutters ‘yes’ with her mouth parted. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve seen so of course, I want more. Need more.

Her back arches, lifting her hips and I do what any man would do—drop to my knees. Lick, and suck my girl into oblivion. Until she comes on my tongue.

"Emmaline, a.k.a., Rusti, are you ready to officially startour life together?”

Her body relaxes and she opens her eyes. “Are you ready to be married to the most beautiful woman on the planet?” she asks, beaming with that post orgasm glow.

“I am. And you are.”

She sees herself differently now. Jolie and I have managed to teach her that she is beautiful in every way—in the bed, as a mom and a friend.

Our mouths tangle in an emotional kiss and she responds with a soft moan. With every touch, I feel our connection intensifying, growing deeper and more intimate. And as our lips part, I look into her eyes, there is nothing more beautiful, more sacred, than the love we share. As I hold her close, I know that she is my everything, my home, and my heart.

“Thank you for coming into my world and making sense of it." And as I press a soft kiss to her forehead, “There is no doubt in my mind that you are meant to be my forever. Now let’s get you dressed so I can marry the woman of my dreams.”

“Me?”

“Yes you. Are you being bad?”

She wiggles back into her wedding gown, slides it over our baby bump, turns for me to zip it up. After I do, she says with a smirk on her face and a flutter of her eyelashes, “We’ll see.”

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