Page 58 of Just (Fake) Married
Everything she was thinking was right there. In her eyes. In the furrow of her brow. The way she bit that lip. Confusion, anxiousness, longing, desire.
She wanted me. She didn’t want to want me. But she wanted me.
“I gave you a shitty wedding,” I said to her. “Let me give you a good wedding night.”
“You had a shitty wedding, too,” she whispered.
“All the more reason to let me make this good for you.”
The wordsgood for youhung in the air. She was considering it, and I wondered if any man had really made it good for her. Had made it about her.
I ran my hand from her calf, to her knee, up her thigh, pushing the hem of her sweatshirt out of my way. Revealing those pretty pink panties and the damp spot that had only gotten bigger. I cupped her hip, my fingers pressing into the sweet give of her ass. My thumb hooked under the elastic over her hip bone. I glanced down, obsessed with the image of my fingers making dents in her pale flesh. I squeezed and she gasped, her body arching.
Yes. Yes. This. Exactly, this. It had been a ridiculously weird day and we could turn it all the way around right here. Right now.
Her knee bent and fell open, giving me space to slide up against her, between her legs. The press of my hips against her made her groan and arch again. I’d never hated jeans more than I hated the ones I was wearing. The ones that were between me and the wet heat between those sweet thighs.
I was not a man who got obsessed. I would say, truthfully, I liked sex. Who didn’t? But I viewed it as a bodily function. A stress relief. Like going for a long run.
But this moment, on this couch, with Harmony Calloway…it was changing the neural pathways in my brain.
I arched into her and she whimpered. A needy sound. A hungry sound.
Again, I pushed my hips into that place between her legs, making sure that the outline of my erection was pressed directly against her. Her hands grabbed my shoulders. Her eyes were wide.
Holy shit. We’d barely started, but she looked on the verge of coming.
I’d never dry-humped a woman to orgasm before, but I was suddenly all in. I was completely dressed, but this was still the hottest thing to happen to me. Ever.
“You like that,” I said.
It wasn’t a question, and she gasped, her mouth opening and closing. I arched into her again and her eyes rolled back in her head.
“You’re so fucking pretty like this.” I had no idea where these words were coming from. Maybe from the novel experience of having this gorgeous woman panting underneath me.
I curled my hands over the edge of the arm rest and dug my knee in, so when I rolled into her again, I hit in a higher spot. She cried out, her arms going wide, her eyes rolling back in her head again.
“You’re going to come like this, aren’t you? So fucking hot for this? So fucking ready.”
I abandoned the arm rest on the couch and shoved her sweatshirt up, revealing a tank top. I shoved that out of the way until it was just her full, gorgeous tits, shimmying every time I pressed myself against her. Her nipples were tight and I couldn’t stop myself, I leaned down and pulled one into my mouth. Tongued it, sucked it. Until she clutched at my head, holding me to her, her legs clamping around my hips and I felt it…the tremors all over her body.
“Holy…fuck,” she was breathing. “Oh my God. Oh my…”
The trembling eased into random shakes.
I let go of her nipple, looking up in her fuck drunk face. She blinked at me like she wasn’t sure what just happened. And, fair. We’d gone from talking to dry-humping each other on the couch in literally two minutes. My cock twitched behind my zipper and I couldn’t resist another thrust against her, not hard, I knew she had to be sensitive, and it set her off on a whole new orgasm.
“Oh my, Ethan,” she whispered. “Ethan, what…?”
I hummed in my throat, wondering if this was her first time having multiple orgasms. If I was the man lucky enough to have so many of her firsts. I had to feel it and I slid my hand betweenus, fingers easing down past the elastic of her underwear into the hot juicy center of her.
“Oh fuck, Harmony,” I groaned, putting my head down on her breasts for just a second. Just a moment to get myself together. “You’re so wet.”
“I don’t…” she shook her head. Her breath coming and going out of her body in hard gusts. “This doesn’t…”
“You want another one?” I whispered, stroking my fingers over her clit. She jumped, swallowed a scream in her throat.
“Please,” she gasped, pressing the thick part of her palms against her eyes. Almost like she was in agony. Almost. “Just…fuck…please.”
