Page 85 of The Wrong Fiancée

"I love you." I kissed her lips as I removed her bra. I filled my hands with her breasts and relished her moan.

Yeah, just like that, I thought, acutely aware of the symbolism of usfinallygetting together again.

I lifted her up and gently laid her down on her bed. "Take those panties off."

She shimmied out of them. She was naked and fucking stunning. Her bedside light wasn't bright enough so I turned on the ceiling light. She blinked at the onslaught.

"I want to see you," I explained. "Now, spread your thighs, baby, so I can."

She licked her lips and did as I asked.

I groaned. She was wet. The dark curls on her pussy damp. I looked at her from head to toe. She was like an endless buffet spread in front of me. I didn't know where to start or what to savor first because I greedily wanted all of her.

"Dean, now," she moaned, her hips shifting.

"Oh, we're not rushing this, baby." My dick wasn't pleased to hear that. He wanted inside his woman,pronto.

I watched her arousal increase as I undressed, wanting to be skin-to-skin with her. I crawled up her body and lay against her, my cock nestled at the juncture of her thighs.

"Fuck, you feel good. Your skin is like fucking satin."

I bent my head and took a nipple in my mouth. She arched her back, my cock hard against her softness, her heat. I wanted to devour her, and I did, holding her lush breasts together as I suckled, nibbled, and bit—getting so fucking turned on by the sounds she made.

Finally, I wanted my prize, so I pressed a hand on her stomach and moved down her body.

"When is it my turn to taste you?" she demanded.

I smiled. "You made me wait so?—"

"I did not," she protested. "I've been asking to make love for days, and you've been turning me down."

"Oh, but you made me wait," I said firmly.

She smiled and nodded. She knew I wouldn't make love to her until she'd given me all of her. She finally had.

I was bisexual and had had sex with both men and women, though lately, I'd been attracted to women more than men. So, I'd been around the block and then some. But no one had ever compared to Elika—and I knew no one ever would.

I cupped her dripping pussy, and she whimpered. I dragged my fingertip through her swollen lips and around her clit, circling it, loving how she writhed.

"More, Dean."

I shimmied down her body and opened her.

My feast! When I planted my mouth on her slit, she screamed, and it was the best fucking sound in the world. My woman was coming alive because of me.

"Like that, baby, just like that." I licked her and raised my head to see her. She looked like a pagan goddess, her head thrown back, her body arched like a bow.

"Look at me," I growled. She was going to come soon and I wanted her eyes on me when it happened.

I pressed two fingers inside her and tapped her G-spot. I'd found it years ago and hadn't forgotten where it was. Her body strained, and I knew she was so fucking close.

Watching her watch me, I suckled her clit. She bucked, and I felt her walls squeeze my fingers.

"Birth control?" I asked, moving away from her. I had a condom in my wallet.

"I get an injection," she told me.

"I got tested after…." I didn't want to say my ex's name when we were together.

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