Page 141 of Beautifully Reckless

“Kiss me, Angel. I want to taste myself on your tongue.”

Her eyes flare, my words doing something to her as she lurches forward, wrapping her arms around my neck to kiss me.

And I do fucking taste myself on her tongue. She makes sure of it as she sweeps hers into my mouth, moaning and shifting closer to me.

I haven’t had the opportunity to fully explore her body yet.

Back at theWestern, she was always covered in my hoodie, hiding herself. Hiding her bump. Only once did she let me feel her tits, the fabric of my hoodie a barrier, yet still, I felt her nipple pebble underneath.

I’ve tasted her fingers after she masturbated for me, and just last night I tasted her pussy for real.

Tongue to clit.

Tongue sliding deep inside her cunt.

Fuck, even my fingers felt her heat wrapped around them.

But through it all, I’ve never seen her completely naked. I’ve never been able to explore the delicate skin of her entire body with my lips and tongue. And fuck I want to. I want to taste every fucking inch of her.

When we were at the Western, I now know she wasn’t just avoiding my touch because she was triggered by the idea, but she was trying to keep her pregnancy a secret.

Since the cat is out of the bag, I’m hoping like fuck she’ll let me explore her now. Maybe she’ll be a little hesitant the first time, but there’s no fucking time like the present.

Gliding the tips of my fingers over her collarbone, I concentrate on any signs of her stiffening or faltering as we kiss, to tell me if she’s not alright.

By the time I find her nipple, hard and straining against the ivory satin, we both moan into each other’s mouths, her hands sliding to my shoulders before her nails dig into my flesh.

“Do you know how long I’ve fucking ached to touch these, Angel?” I rasp against her lips, pinching the hard peak before she arches into my touch. “Fuck. You like that?”

“Yes,” she whimpers against my lips, so I release it and blindly search for the strap of her dress, easing it off her shoulder slowly, waiting for her to stop me if she needs to.

When she doesn’t, I break our kiss completely, easing back to watch her lids flutter open.

“How do I get this dress off you?” I growl, and her lips kick up, like she’s trying not to laugh.

“It has a side zipper.” She gestures to her left, so I lift her arm to find it, unhooking the eye clip before easing the zip down.

For someone who was trembling only minutes ago, she’s now noticeably more relaxed, her trust in me growing as I part the fabric, revealing a hint of her side.

Fuck, I want to see all of her.

With the zip down, I slide the other strap off her shoulder, watching the rise and fall of her chest as her nervous excitement controls her.

“Colour?” I ask, and she blinks a few times before shaking her head.

“What?”

“Colour? Are you still green, Angel?”

“Oh… yes. Green. So green.”

I fucking love that she’ssogreen.

Fuck.

She’s my fucking wife now. For real. And yeah I know she’ll likely divorce my arse once this is all over but fuck, I’m going to enjoy every second of her until then.

With a hunger that almost scares me, I peel the front of her dress down, so achingly slow, revealing more of her cleavage. The plump swell of her tits has my mouth fucking watering, and the second Isee the rosy colour of her nipples appear, I have to hold myself back from diving right fucking in.

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