Page 133 of The French Kiss

I wave at the wedding planner and ask, “Can we get out of here soon?”

“Oh, Mr. Corbin... uhm, we have about thirty more minutes until the send-off,” she answers.

“Make it fifteen, please.” Autumn must feel my eyes on her because she smiles at me from the dance floor. And like the flirty minx she can be, she gives me her back, drops down to put her hands on her knees, and does a little twerking dance with her round ass. “Actually, make it five.”

The wedding planner must work miracles because ten minutes later, Autumn and I are in the back of a limousine, heading for the hotel where we’re staying tonight before leaving for our honeymoon tomorrow.

I take her hand and lay a soft kiss on her knuckles. Looking up into her eyes, I confess, “I want you now. Here. But I refuse for the first time I have you as my wife to be in the back of a rented car. When we get to the hotel, though, I want you naked on the bed.”

Autumn’s eyes are alight. “And what if I want you naked on the bed so I can ride you into our forever, Mr. Corbin?”

“Then we’ll do that first.”

“Oh! Not fully naked, though. Rings on, necklaces on, and...” She smiles at me like she has a secret. One I’ll definitely enjoy. “I might have a surprise for you under my dress.”

I move to crawl under her dress right here in the car, and she laughs, pushing me away. “Wait, wait. You’ll see soon enough.”

I catch her smile with a kiss, wanting to taste her happiness. “I love you, my wife. My bride.”

“I love you too, husband.”

I go rock-hard in an instant and she knows it. “Ooh, I think you like that, don’t ya?”

I growl, kissing along her neck and praying the drive to the hotel is quick. Against the tender skin of her neck, I whisper, “I think you do too, wife.”

A shiver works through her body, and when I kiss over the pulse in her neck, I can feel it racing against my lips.

We continue kissing and whispering sweet promises to one another, all the way to the hotel room.

“Let me take this off,” Autumn tells me, pointing at her dress.

I grin wolfishly. “Need help?”

She shoves me toward the bed. “No, you’ll end up ripping it off, and it’s too special for that. You get naked and lie down while I get naked.”

She disappears into the bathroom, and I’ve half a mind to follow her, but in the end, I do as she orders, liking this game we play as much as when she gives me control. And she’s right, once I start undoing her dress, I will likely lose control and tear it from her, and I don’t want to start my wedding night with an upset bride.

Happy wife, happy life. That’s the advice I’ve been given most frequently. Seems easy enough because my only goal is to make Autumn happy.

I strip and lie on the bed. It’s fancy as hell, a golden four-poster canopy bed in the middle of a large, white, luxurious honeymoon suite. It’s part of Jacqueline’s wedding gift of ‘a honeymoon to remember’ for Autumn and me. But then the bathroom door opens and I don’t care if I’m in the most elegant room or the most primitive. All that matters is... Autumn.

She’s nude as she said, wearing only her ring and necklace, but there’s a thick band of lace high on her thigh. I want to trace it with my tongue and then rip it off with my teeth.

Autumn crosses the room toward me, and I grow even more erect, standing up proudly before her. She licks her lips as she crawls onto the bed, coming up to straddle me. She sits on me, pressing my cock to my abdomen instead of impaling herself on me. I can feel the heat of her juices coating the length of my shaft.

Gripping her hips, I move her up and down, teasing us both.

She leans forward, her hair falling around us in a curtain of red silk and her necklace dangling between us. Her kiss is slow, an unhurried exploration of my mouth as though we haven’t kissed hundreds of times before, and I return the teasing build, slowing the movement of her hips.

We’re passionate, panting and breathing in one another’s air as we kiss. It’s my favorite thing to do with Autumn, though hearing her cries of pleasure as she comes on me is a close second. Actually, that might be first. My cock jumps at the memory of how wild Autumn can be when she fully releases, and I need it. Now.

“Princesse, please.” It’s a beg, I’ll admit, but it’s growled with deep hunger.

She flips her hair over one shoulder, putting her weight onto one arm to take me in hand. Standing me upright, she aligns herself with me. “I love you, husband,” she says sweetly.

“I love you, wiiiiife.” I mean to return the sweet words, knowing it will get her off as much as it does me, but Autumn sinks her bliss down onto me, taking all thought and word formation skills from my brain.

Engulfing all of me in her warmth and wetness, she begins to move, sliding up and down my shaft at an unhurried pace.

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