Page 20 of Eternally London

“Well, I find your jealous side fucking hot.”

His lips find mine, and his tongue enters—greedy, wanting. It searches my mouth, twirling with my own. I press my pelvis against his, needing friction, release…anything.

Without removing his lips from mine, he unzips the back of my dress and guides the straps over my shoulders, allowing it to fall to the ground. His palm moves down my waist until he’s touching my hips. Pulling his lips from mine, his gaze darts down.

“You didn’t wear any panties?” he asks, his stare heavy with lust.

I bite my lip, shaking my head. “It’s a wedding. I knew I’d get horny,” I say simply.

Loïc firmly grasps my hips, leaning his forehead against mine. “Oh, fuck, London. You’re my living dream.”

He lifts me onto the counter, spreading my legs wide, as he crashes his mouth against mine again, kissing me hard. I moan into his mouth as his finger works around my opening, spreading my desire, teasing me. I press myself against his hand, and I can feel the smile on his lips. Finally, his finger enters me, rubbing deliciously against the front wall of my opening.

I throw my head back with a cry. “Oh God… Loïc,” I whimper.

His finger picks up speed as his hot mouth dances across one of my nipples, and I gasp. He gently bites down on my nipple, pulling it, as his finger works harder inside me.

I’m desperately fucking his finger in a frenzy of lust and desire as his mouth continues to tease my boobs—sucking, pulling, biting.

“I need,” I pant out. “I need…” I can barely breathe. I’m so worked up.

“What do you need, babe?” Loïc’s husky voice asks.

“I need you. God, fuck me, Loïc. Hard. So hard.”

“Fuuckk,” Loïc breathes out.

I can just make out the sound of his zipper before he thrusts inside me.

“Yes!” I cry out. “Harder. God, harder.”

Without breaking our connection, Loïc lifts me from the counter and pushes my back against the opposite wall. He circles his hips and pounds into me as my back shoves against the drywall. I squeeze my eyes shut as I dig my fingers into his shoulders.

The sensations are so good that they’re almost painful. Raw, aching ecstasy is what sex with Loïc is like every time. My toes curl, and heat builds.

“Oh, baby…I’m coming,” I moan.

“Fuck yes. Come for me,” Loïc growls.

My body trembles as a wave of pleasure explodes within me. My climax seizes me, and I gasp. Loïc bites my shoulder as he chases his own release, thrusting vigorously as his body tightens.

After a moment of pure insanity, Loïc pulls out of me and sets me down. We sink to the ground and plop down against the cold tiles, staring at the ceiling.

Loïc takes my hand in his. “I have the best wife in the world.”

“Hell yeah, you do. You remember that when the PTA moms come slinking around,” I kid.

Loïc turns to his side to face me. “Your jealousy is a turn-on, but you are kidding, right? You know I’ll never touch another woman for as long as I live. You don’t ever question that, do you?”

I put my palm against his cheek. “No,” I say truthfully, “I don’t.”

I’ve never questioned Loïc’s ability to remain faithful. Neither of us has been with anyone else since the first time we were together, even during the year we don’t speak of when we lived on opposite ends of the country. The thing about destiny is that it doesn’t have to make sense; it simply is. It’s real and true and unbreakable. There’s nothing that will ever pull Loïc and me apart. I believe this down to my core.

“Good.” He leans in and places a quick peck on the tip of my nose. “I love you, London Berkeley.”

“And I love you, Loïc Berkeley.” I squeeze his hand in mine before releasing my grasp. I stand up and begin cleaning up.

Loïc zips his pants up and straightens his shirt some. Then, with arms crossed, he leans against the wall and watches me finish getting dressed.

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