Page 81 of My Best Friend's Mardi Gras Wedding

Holy shit.That was quite a thought.He loved oral sex.He loved giving as good as he got and helovedblow jobs.But yeah, he couldn’t imagine ever being with another woman like this.No one else would ever sound or feel or taste this good.

Dammit.He might just have to move to Iowa.

Hell, men had uprooted their lives and moved everything a thousand miles away for far less than the best pussy they’d ever eaten.And Tori was so much more than that.

That thought hit him as he slid two fingers into her very tight, but very hot and wet channel, sending her over the edge and into a hard orgasm.Her muscles clamped onto his fingers and she bucked her hips, calling his name loud enough that Josh was certain the people next door heard it if they were in their room.

He hoped they were in their room.

He kept his fingers and mouth right where they were, gently working her as she came down from the climax.Then he crawled up her body and took her mouth in a deep kiss, making sure she tasted just how fucking delicious she was on his tongue.

Finally he let her up for air.

Don’t propose.Don’t propose.Don’t propose.He repeated the words until he was sure he wasn’t going to say something crazy.

“Holy crap, can you move to Iowa and do that to me every single night?”she asked as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body against the length of his.

Okay, soshecould say the crazy stuff.For now.He chuckled, holding her close, willing his heart to stop jackhammering against his rib cage.“Well, dammit, I guess I’m not done.”

She looked up at him.“No?”Did she seem eager?

He laughed.“Well, you still remember where you’re from.”

She grinned.“Oh yeah.I guess I do.The state anyway.The town name is fuzzy.You’d better give me something more.”

“You asked for it.”He kissed her hungrily, then reached for his pants beside the bed and the condoms—hey, he was an optimist—in the pocket.He pushed himself up to kneeling and started to shed his boxers.

“Oh, let me.”Tori was suddenly sitting up and reaching for him.

She was so open about what she was feeling and wanting.He loved that.He loved when it was directed at and about him especially, but he loved that about her in general.It seemed the only time she tamped things down was when Andrew was there, reminding her to dial it back.

Fucking Andrew.

Tori pulled his boxers down and sighed happily as she took in the sight of his cock—his never-this-hard-before cock—for the first time, and Josh forgot about anything and anyone but her.

There was no, “Oh my God, you’re so big” or “You’re so hot”.Nothing seductive.She just reached out and took his cock in her hand, circling it and stroking up and down, watching herself touch him.

Josh felt his balls tighten and he had to grit his teeth against the sensations suddenly pounding through him.It was her touch, of course, but it was also the look on her face and her contented little exhalation.Like she was just so happy in this moment.

She wasn’t a virgin, maybe, but she was hardly experienced.She had flirted with him last year at Bourbon O, but she hadn’t been trying to seduce him.She’d just been having fun, teasing, enjoying.Which was what had seduced him, he realized.It was just how honest and open she was about how she was feeling and what she was thinking.She hadn’t liked the Hurricane.The gin fizz had been okay.She’d really liked the beer.It had all been there in her face and voice.And that was how he’d known how she felt abouthim.And why he’d wanted things to be different with her.

Right now, watching how turned on she was and how much she clearly just liked touching him and looking at him, was the hottest thing he’d ever seen.

Well, maybe second to that moment when she’d first spread her legs.

And when he’d first twirled her on the dance floor.

And when she’d lit up first seeing him on the dock in Autre.

Holy hell, he was falling in love with her.

Like someone had smacked him in the face, it was clear.

And he’d never wanted a woman more.

He handed her the condom without a word—because he was actually a little worried about what he might say—and she tore it open and rolled it on.Then he pushed her back, kneeling between her knees, scooped her butt up in his hands, and positioned himself.

She looked down and watched as he slid into her wet heat slowly, making lust surge through him as strong as all of the other softer emotions.

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