Page 44 of Harrison's Wedding

“Good fucking god, man! You sure know how to get a girl wet.”

“Hmmm, I’d better check if that’s true. You know, just to see if my skills are up to par.”

I slide my hand down her body to find her hip bone before I slip it between us and push it further down until my hand is cupping her pussy.

I’m completely satisfied when Heather groans and then says, “There are too many layers of fabric between your hand and me. I want to feel your skin against mine.”

“Oh, I’m getting there, angel.”

Heather grinds her hips against my hand, and I lift my head to lick and kiss her neck while using my other hand to pull her dress up over her hips. I can feel my cock twitch as more of my angel is exposed to my view.

I slip my fingers under the band of her underwear to find her wet slit. I swipe my fingers across her clit for about ten seconds, causing her to moan loudly. Then I push two fingers inside of her with ease.

“You’re so wet,” I murmur as she bucks her hips back and forth on my hand.

I know that she’s seeking an orgasm, and a part of me wants to torment her, to tease her until she’s begging me for it. I don’t, though, because the sight of her fucking herself using my fingers is wildly erotic. She pants heavily, and I reach into her bra to twist her nipple with my forefinger and thumb. She moans, and I pull my fingers out of her to rub them back and forth over her clit. It’s not long at all before she screams as her orgasm hits her. Her entire body shudders, and she collapses on me, panting for breath.

“God, you’re so beautiful when you come,” I say into her hair.

Her breath is hot against my neck, and I rub her back for a few seconds before I pull her up to kiss me. I explore her mouth with my tongue while I rub my hands over every inch of her body that I can reach. She’s the sexiest woman in the world, and I can’t believe that she’s mine.

Heather ends our kiss, climbs off me, and kneels on the floor next to my crotch. She licks her lips, and my cock twitches, because I know exactly what she wants to do. I unzip my jeans and pull them down, along with my boxers, to expose myself for her to access.

She immediately wraps her soft, wet lips around me, and I groan my satisfaction. Heather gives the best blow jobs. I think that part of it is because she clearly loves it so much, and seeing her take my entire length in her mouth as my cock makes its way down her throat is amazing.

She holds herself as far onto my cock as she can, with her nose touching my stomach for a few seconds before pulling back and gulping air and repeating the process. I’m breathing heavily, and in complete ecstasy as she continues to deep throat me. She pulls her head back and begins to lick the head of my cock while stroking me with her hand, then returns to taking me as deep as she can into her mouth.

I think I might blow, so I gasp, “Fuck me, angel. I need to be inside you.”

I groan as she removes me from her mouth slowly, running her tongue along the underside of my shaft as she does. Heather stands up and peels off her dress before throwing it aside. She unclips her bra and I watch her breasts drop as they’re released from their restraint. They’re full and heavy, and I can’t wait to play with them now that they’re free to access. She peels off her underwear and kicks it to the side before straddling me and easing herself onto me. We groan in unison as I slide deep inside her.

“I missed you, honey,” she murmurs.

I reach my hands up and place one on each of her full breasts. I stroke her nipples as she bounces up and down on me. She’s tight and wet, and burying myself deep inside her is glorious. I twist her nipple with my right hand, causing her to gasp softly before I use it to pull her head down to mine so that I can kiss her again. I keep my left hand on her breast, and as I kiss her, I twist that nipple firmly.

“Harrison!”

Heather breaks our kiss to scream my name loudly as her body shakes and her internal muscles squeeze my cock with incredible force. I watch her in all her glory, with arousal and desire flooding through me at the vision of her coming. When her body stops shuddering, I place my hands on her hips and bounce her up and down on top of me. I can feel my own orgasm approaching, and it’s not long before I come inside her.

“All my tension this week, I probably just needed a good fucking,” Heather says as she collapses on top of me.

It sucked being alone in Chicago while she was busy in New York, preparing for tomorrow. I wrap my arms around her and relish holding her close.

“Damn. I should’ve been here,” I tell her. “I would happily fuck you every day of the week. Just to help keep your stress levels down, of course. I’m nice like that.”

“Best fiancé I’ve ever had, that’s for sure!”

She grins at me before climbing carefully off me, snatching up her underwear, and putting it on quickly before heading to the bathroom. I lie where I am and watch her walk away from me in nothing but a thong, admiring the way her hair swishes back and forth with each step that she takes.

The shower turns on, and after a minute or so, I head to the bathroom to join her in the warm water. I kiss Heather and hold her in my arms under the hot spray. I’m so happy right now, and everything is right with the world because we’re together again.

I know how stressed she is about tomorrow, so I’m happy to stay here in the shower for a long time, just letting her destress as the water flows over us.

Eventually, we get out of the shower and get dressed before Heather asks, “What’s the plan now?”

“I thought we could go to Seb’s room, and we’ll decide what we want to do from there.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

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