Page 71 of Follow Your Bliss

“It had to be youuuuu!” He ended the song with another dip.

I laughed and grasped his erection. “I’m ready for that big finish.”

He pulled me with him to the rug with hungry eyes and laid me down beneath him. Fluffy softness at my back and his smooth, hard body in my arms. I spread my legs wide to welcome him and kissed him with my whole heart.

One muscular arm planted on the floor beside my head, and the other pulled my thigh tight against his waist. I slipped my hand between us and grasped him, sliding his tip around my clit in circles as he moaned into our kisses. I positioned him at my entrance, and he didn’t wait. One deep thrust, and we were moving together. His deep, dark eyes fluttered, searching mine as he ground into me.

I’d never get tired of looking into his eyes. This was what he had meant. This connection. Sex had never been this deep for me. I’d never been touched so emotionally while being fucked so thoroughly. He laid down devastating thrusts while he kissed me so gently, ground so hard and deep while he gazed adoringly into my eyes and pressed his forehead to mine. Best. Sex. Ever.

I was lost in him. In his scent and his warmth. In the reverent way he touched me and his fervent kisses at my breasts. My hands explored his hard body with caresses, my mouth with kisses and soft bites at his lips and neck. Pulling against his ass to bring him deeper into me.

His slow, soft, breathy grunts at my ear drove me wild. “I love being inside you,” he breathed. “Say my name, Rose,” he pleaded. “Say my name.”

“Jason,” I whimpered against his ear. “Oh, Jason…I love how you fuck me.”

His eyes gazed deeply into mine. “I know how my girlfriend likes to come.” He swirled his tongue inside my mouth. “I wish I could slide my tongue around your clit while I fuck you.” And then his fingers slipped between us and did just that.

He overwhelmed me with desire, filled my cup to the brim and overflowed it, my orgasm radiating in strong, languid waves. He throbbed deep inside me with a moan in my mouth. And he didn’t pull out when it was done. I held him tight with all my limbs, running my hands across his broad shoulders. I’d never be tired of kissing him. He laid in my arms, his heart pounding against my breasts.

Jason

Flipping through my camera at all the photos I took of Rose today made me even more sure that my girlfriend was the most beautiful woman alive.

This one of her on the porch of a tattoo parlor was one of my favorites. In a pink bridesmaid gown, Rose was radiant sitting on the railing, her tattoo on display against the sign with a carousel horse on it. The series at City Park was amazing—on the carousel, in the Besthoff Sculpture Garden, on the steps of the museum.

I straightened my tie, ready to pose as her groom for a last set of photos inside the church. Adjusting the lighting one last time, I perfectly illuminated the velvet chaise lounge against the brick wall with the basic lighting I used for my furniture.

Only one bouquet of the few she made last night hadn’t wilted over the course of the day’s photo sessions. I pulled it from its bucket of water and dried its stems off so it wouldn’t drip on her dress.

“Okay, I’m ready,” she announced.

I turned at her words and the clicking of her heels on my wood floor. Holy shit.

A lace gown nearly the color of her skin hugged her every curve. From the deep V that exposed the center of her breasts to the outline of each leg as she walked toward me, she seemed naked but was fully clothed in sparkling, clinging laces. The stunning contrast of her dark hair, deep red lips, and dark blue eyes against the creaminess of her skin and gown and veil made my breath catch in my chest.

Whatever she saw on my face made her blush and smile. “Does it look alright?” Her gaze raked me down and up again. “Damn, you’re hot in that suit.”

I blinked and shook my head. “It looks…wow. You’re almost too beautiful to be real.”

Her blush deepened as she waved me off and looked down. “Oh, you sweet talker. Where do you want me?”

My heart thudded.Walking down the aisle toward me in front of our friends and family.

Oh wow. Was that what I wanted? I was like a character in a movie whose ears were ringing after a bomb went off.

“Um, here. On the chaise.”

I barely heard her comment on the set-up or her thanks when I handed her the bouquet. I chuckled along with her joke about making sure her nipples weren’t showing. But my eyes kept returning to the fake wedding ring set we bought her yesterday. It sparkled on her left hand in the low light, rubbing a spot in my chest I’d forgotten was raw. The month before I confirmed Kasey was cheating on me, I’d been shopping for a ring for her. Like a fucking dope.

Rose settled herself on the chaise and smiled at me before arranging her train.

That spot in my chest wasn’t as raw as it used to be. Kasey didn’t matter anymore, and it was time I stopped letting her take joy away from me and my life with Rose.

My life with Rose.Goosebumps—I had literal goosebumps thinking about it.

I took photos of Rose reclining on the chaise and standing in the late afternoon light coming through the stained glass.

In the golden hour, I brought her into the courtyard, took photos of her by the fountain, under the brick arches dripping with white crepe myrtle flowers. And as the sun sank, I brought her back into the church.

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