Page 59 of Just (Fake) Married
I couldn’t take it another second. I wished I could. I wished I could draw out her begging for me to make her come for hours. Maybe later. But I was raw with wanting her. Drunk on the surprise combustion between us. I needed to burn this off, and then we could settle into some serious shit. I would keep her naked and coming for hours. I’d make her beg until she wept.
But now, I just needed to see her come again.
I slid two fingers deep inside of her, stroked that sweet spongy spot on the other side of her clitoris, while my thumb worked the outside.
She threw her arms over her face and I leaned down to kiss her breasts, her pink nipples. I sucked and stroked and got so fucking hard in my own jeans, it was a real possibility I was going to come in my pants, like we were in a high school closet again.
All at once, she went rigid, every muscle quivering. Her pussy squeezing down on my fingers, her hips jack-knifing in a way that I worried my wrist might snap.
“Oh my God,” she whispered, and slowly let down her hands. “I don’t… I’m sorry.”
“What are you sorry for?” I asked her, slipping my hand free. My fingers were glistening, and I lifted them to my mouth, licking off what she’d left on my skin.
“What…” she breathed, her eyes on my mouth. My fingers.
“You’re sweet,” I said, smiling at her. I leaned down and kissed her, giving her a taste. She opened her mouth, let me in, moaned in her throat.
“No!” She said, all of a sudden, pushing at my chest. “No.”
My brain was not working, so it took me a second, but by the second no, I was up and off of her, my hands at my sides. My cock hard as a rock.
“Are you okay?” I asked her.
She yanked her shirt down and then her sweatshirt.
“I said no kissing.”
I looked at the couch, and back at her. “Still? Afterthat?”
“It’s my rule. No kissing.”
“But you can come all over my jeans?” I asked, pointing at the wet spot on the front of my pants.
“I don’t…that’s not…” she shook her head, like she was attempting to pull herself together. “We can talk about that, I guess. Later. Or not. We could forget it ever happened.”
“That’s not going to happen,” I laughed.
“Whatever.” She looked at the fire and then back at me. “We just can’t…kiss. It’s too, too intimate and we don’t want any wires to get crossed about what this is.”
“Seems like a shame,” I said. “Considering I gave you the C&C on our very first try.”
“I never should have told you what happened in that closet,” she said, rolling her eyes. “You’re going to be impossible.”
“Probably,” I said, but then took pity on her. “Go to bed. It’s been a long day.”
I wanted to carry her to my room. Wrap my arms around her and sleep for three days. But, she was right. It was clear tome that we obviously had explosive chemistry, but there was no room for chemistry in a fake marriage.
“Are you okay?” she asked, waving her hand vaguely in the direction of my erection. I almost laughed, but managed to keep it together.
“Yeah. I’m fine. Good night.”
She didn’t need to be asked twice. She snapped her fingers and the animals got to their feet and ran after her up the stairs.
I sat on the couch and watched the fire burn down to embers, making sure any temptation to knock on her bedroom door and finish what we started tonight was gone.
All things considered, though, as far as wedding nights went…that had been pretty fucking awesome.
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