Page 98 of The Seven Month Itch
“Baby, we have wedding pictures to take.”
“Calm down, woman. We have ten minutes.”
Huh?
“Ten minutes for what?”
He walks in silence.
“Ten minutes for what, Terrence?”
We go through the partition we used for hair and makeup. He steadies me on my stilettos, closes the curtains, and locks the fabric in place. His eyes are black when he turns to face me.
“Terrence.” I put up a hand and take a few steps back to put some distance between us. “This is Miles and Emma’s special day. We’ll survive if wait a few hours until we’re alone.”
He takes slow, measured steps. “Sorry, princess. Can’t do that.” He undoes his tie and wraps it around his hand.
“Terrence.” I eye the tie and take another two steps back.
“Justice.” He takes two steps forward.
I’m out of options when my butt hits the vanity. There’s no negotiating with my husband when he’s this turned on.
He stops between my legs and places his hands on the counter to corner me. His tie finds a home around my mouth before I have a chance to plead with him.
“Now, before you try to talk me out of what I’m about to do, this is for you.” He knots the silk fabric at the back of my neck. “I love when you scream my name, but I think it’s in poor taste given the occasion.”
I whimper at the touch of his hands on my straps. Down, down they go. He unleashes a series of kisses from my neck to my breasts. I arch when he devours one nipple and takes the other.
“I don’t know how you expected me to behave.” He bunches up the fabric of my dress to expose both thighs and hisses.
I chuckle into my gag. I forgot to put on panties.Oops.
His eyes jump to meet mine; his voice strains with lust. “Jesus, princess.”
I lean back to lift my heels onto the counter and spread wide. The old Justice would head for the hills in embarrassment, but the new me knows better. I’m safe with Terrence and happen to like living on the wild side from time to time. I embrace my sexual appetite in my marriage and no longer shy away from it.
He lifts my legs to his shoulders and sinks down to sit on the ottoman. With the height difference, he has an uninterrupted view of his destination.
“I know better than to mess with your hair and makeup,” Terrence says on my inner thigh. His tongue drags up my leg and latches on to my clit. “I want my dessert now.”
And with that, he grips the back of my legs to pull me closer and feasts.
Bonus Epilogue
Terrence
Emma and Miles’s wedding reception lasts for six hours. Our kids will sleep like rocks tonight for our moms.
I arranged for Justice and I to have a special date night tonight. We don’t get many moments with the two of us like this, and I plan to take full advantage. My wife doesn’t know that I booked a room by the ocean for us. The girls are in “the Gigi suite” far, far away.
We walk to our rental car for the night. Justice wanted to know if we should change out of our wedding attire, but I said no. She looks too beautiful, and I need another taste of her in that dress.
I hold the door open and help her into the car for a drive down the Pacific Coast Highway.
“Terrence, where are we going?”
“Relax, you’ll see.” I take her hand and press my lips to her knuckles.
