Page 25 of Always a Fake Bridesmaid
“I need to see you. It’s not fair that I’m naked and you’re not.”
“We can rectify that,” he said with a grin. Then he pulled off his shirt, and my mouth watered. My hands slid up his beautifully tattooed chest, and my nails scraped down his muscled flesh.
“How much ink do you have?”
“Just enough.”
“And I’m going to make sure I lick every inch too,” I promised.
Ewan wrapped my hair around his fist and pulled my head back. “Good.” And then he crushed my mouth to his, and I groaned into him. I pulled down his pants, and he helped me shove them completely off.
When his cock sprung free in front of my mouth, my eyes widened at the barbell piercing at the end.
“You’ve been hiding things,” I teased, lifting the base of his shaft.
He let out a groan, his hand in my hair tightening to the point of pain. But a good pain. “Are you going to be okay with my piercing in your mouth? I don’t want you to hurt yourself, or your teeth.”
I looked up at him then, pumping him once, twice. “Will you show me how to make it feel good?” I asked, panting.
He let his head fall back, a guttural groan ripping from his throat. “You are the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”
And then he kissed me again before showing me exactly how he wanted it. He put one hand over mine, shaking. He squeezed himself harder before he gently ran his fingers down my throat.
“That’s it, open for me. I’ll go slow. I promise.”
I licked the tip of his cock and then slowly swallowed him. I hummed along his length, and he shifted his hips slightly, going deeper. When I gagged, he pulled out, but I gripped his hips with my free hand, taking him even deeper. When I swallowed, letting him go past the back of my throat, he began whispering words I couldn’t even hear or understand.
When he pulled back, I licked up his shaft. We continued into the moment, testing our desires and strengths. I cupped his balls using one hand and then using my other, I gripped the base of his dick where my mouth couldn’t reach. My fingers couldn’t even touch around him, and I knew he would stretch me in the best ways possible soon.
I continued to go down on him, loving the noises he made. When he pulled out, I frowned up at him, my lips swollen, my breasts heavy.
“As much as I want to come down that pretty throat or on those gorgeous tits, I really need to fuck you now.”
I nodded eagerly as I leaned back. “Finally!”
We both laughed, and then he reached into the nightstand to pull out an entire box of condoms.
My eyes widened, and he just grinned. “I told you it’s going to be a long night.”
I helped him sheath himself, and both of us shook as we did so, the momentum and anticipation twining in a way that had never happened before in my life. And then he was hovering over me, settling between my thighs, and I reached up to push his hair back from his face.
He smiled down at me, and kissed me softly, a gentleness that we hadn’t had before, or at least not since that first time.
For some reason tears pricked my eyes, but I blinked them away as he looked down at me.
“Are you ready?” he asked, his voice strained.
“Yes, always.”
And then he smiled before plunging deep. The intrusion was almost too much, his cock thick and long. I let out a shocked gasp as he froze deep inside me, not even fully seated.
“Did I hurt you?”
My fingernails dug into his shoulders, but I shook my head. “No, it has been a really long time.”
We met gazes, and that’s when I knew he understood. He swallowed hard before pulling out gently, then inching deep inside me. I moved my hands to grip him around his hips and pulled him in deeper.
“Save gentle for later. I want you however you can have me now,” I panted.
