Page 50 of Stay With Me
“I don’t remember,” she says, her voice shaking, revealing her lie.
“Yes, you do. Don’t lie to me, goddess,” I growl in her ear and she laughs softly.
“You mean about you bending me over this counter and fucking me until I can’t stand?” She says, her voice light and innocent.
I kneel in front of her, sliding my hands under her dress and finding the bare skin of her calves with my fingertips. I continue my perusal, slowly dragging my fingers up her soft skin until I reach the apex of her thighs. I’m shocked to find absolutely nothing between my fingers and her slick folds. She planned that for me, and I groan in satisfaction.
“No panties, Kelsea? Thats a dangerous surprise, baby,” I tell her, pulling her skirt up and revealing every inch of her to me. I lean forward, breathing in the scent of her arousal, feeling the adrenaline rushing through my veins. Holding her skirt up with one hand, I use the other to spread her wide for me, my tongue darting out to taste her. Her knees buckle slightly and her arms shoot out to brace against the desk.
“Oh god, Ev. D-do that again,” she says, her hipsbucking forward. Her body always searches for mine, even when she doesn’t mean to.
I give her what she wants, diving in to devour her. The flat of my tongue swipes across her clit and she suppresses a scream. I lick and suck her delicate flesh, feasting on her like she’s the remedy for hunger and I’m fucking starving. Her sweet taste is like a lightning bolt straight through me, making me painfully hard. I cup my stiff erection, squeezing slightly to relieve the ache. Her fingers slide into my hair, gripping the strands tightly as her climax builds. I nip at her clit and she explodes, unintelligible sounds falling from her lips. I look up and see the most beautiful sight I’ve ever laid eyes on. The body of an angel laid out before me, lace wrapped around her shoulders and waist, her skirt obscenely pushed up past her hips, and her pussy still throbbing for me. Fuck, I love this woman.
“Now, Ev. I need you now,” she says, pulling me to my feet and kissing me roughly. I know she tastes herself on my lips. It’s a heady feeling that makes us both feel off balance.
She pulls my tie free, making quick work of the buttons on my dress shirt. Her fingers burn a path across my chest, down my abs, landing on my belt. She has it undone and my zipper down before I can even blink. My girl is in a rush, and I’m not gonna slow her down. I slide my shirt off my shoulders, wincing the slightest bit when the freshly inked skin on my left shoulder pullstight. Kelsea’s brows furrow in confusion. I didn’t tell her I stayed late at the shop last night so Eli could finish my surprise for her.
“What did you do?” She asks, and I turn to show her.
Her fingers barely brush against the lines of the swallow now permanently etched into my skin. It’s almost a mirror image of the one on my right shoulder, white flowers surrounding this one and the other surrounded by red.
“Swallows mate for life, did you know that?” I ask, looking back at her over my shoulder. She shakes her head and smiles, tears welling up in her eyes. “Well, now you do,” I say, turning back around and pulling her in for a searing kiss.
“I love you, Ev,” she says between kisses.
“I love you, too, baby. Now be a good little wife and let me fuck that perfect pussy,” I tell her, snagging her bottom lip between my teeth before I turn her around. I place my palm in the middle of her back, pushing her forward gently until her chest is flat against the counter. I knew this would be an enticing scene when she first said it, but I’m ready to come from just the sight of her bent over in front of me. The thought of sullying her beautiful wedding gown turns me on far more than it should as I pull my stiff cock from the confines of my pants. I slide my swollen head back and forth through her wetness, tormenting her even though we’re both already on the edge.
“Stop teasing me, Everett,” she says, her tone utterly desperate.
I wrap her wild hair around my fist and pull her up slightly, leaning over her until my lips brush the shell of her ear. “As you wish… Mrs. Blake,” I whisper, thrusting inside her fully in one stroke. We both groan, the feeling better than any time before. I knew the first time I took her as my wife would feel different, but this is better than I could have ever dreamed. I give her only a few moments to adjust before I begin to move. I thrust into her, each time deeper than the last, until the head on my cock is battering against her cervix. She’s gonna be sore tomorrow, but right now I don’t care. I can feel her inner muscles contracting, her release barreling down on her. I reach my free hand around and slide my fingers over her clit, pinching the bud between two fingers. She clamps down tightly around my cock, her climax surprising us both. The feeling of her squeezing me so fucking tightly pushes me over the edge. My balls draw up tightly as I release everything I’ve got into her. Clutching her tightly to me, I hold us both still until our breathing evens out and our hearts slow to a dull pounding.
“You mean to tell me,” she huffs out, bracing her elbow on the counter for support, “that’s what married sex is like?”
I laugh, taking a deep breath and blowing it out, “For us? Yeah.”
“I guess it’s not so bad,” she says, suppressinga laugh. I smack her lightly on the ass and she laughs loudly.
This, right here in this moment, this joy is our forever.
