Page 82 of The Bad Wedding Date

My lips found hers, and I watched as her eyes closed. I swallowed that sweet moan she made while caged in my arms. The feel of her wet skin against mine, the way her arse moved against my hard dick, and the feel of her breasts against my arms all combined to make this one hell of a sensory experience. I imagined spinning her around, pushing her against the tiles, pulling her swimsuit to the side and driving straight into her, my teeth nipping and biting at the skin of her neck.

But the first time I got to fuck Charlotte wasn’t going to be rushed.

I needed to see her.

I needed every inch of her body laid out before me so that I could devour it all and commit it to memory for life. This could be my only chance with her, and I intended to make it memorable for both of us.

My hand slipped into the edge of her swimsuit, gliding over the wet skin of her breast until my thumb found the hard as hell nipple waiting for me. I brushed over it, back and forth. A slow tease that instantly made her arch her back and push her breasts out.

“I want my hands all over you,” I said against her mouth.

“Mmmm.”

“Do you want that, too?”

“Yes,” she panted.

“Do you want me to show you how well I can really take care of you?”

“Yes,” she gasped as I pinched her nipple between my thumb and finger, dragging it out.

Spinning her around in my arms, I grabbed her by the waist and picked her up to place her on the edge of the pool before I stepped in between her legs and held her thighs apart. Our eyes met, and we held each other’s gaze as if neither of us could believe this was happening.

Sitting above me, she looked even more beautiful. Her wet skin glowed and was now covered in goosebumps, and I wanted to rub out every single one with my tongue until her body was on fire. Claim her with my slow strokes. Fuck her on the outside before I even thought about pushing inside her to find that sweet spot no other fucker had probably bothered to find. Her tight nipples stood out proudly, but it was her eyes that captivated me the most, filled with wild curiosity and timid apprehension.

She dragged her hands through the longer parts of my hair, tugging on the ends, making me close my eyes for just a moment to enjoy the feeling of her strength before she trailed her hands down both sides of my neck, over my shoulders, and down to my biceps.

I dropped a kiss to the inside of her thigh before I did the same on the other, moving my kisses down her legs and back up again before my mouth rested over the part of her swimsuit that covered her pussy. She fell back to rest on her elbows—a silent invitation that she was on board with this—and I wasted no time in dropping my mouth against the wet fabric between her legs, teasing her with the feel of my warm lips as I moved them over and around her mound, not using my hands, knowing how the frustration would drive her crazy.

It didn’t take long for her head to fall back and her eyes to close, leaving me to trail my finger up the inside of her thigh, bringing her skin bursting to life again. I slipped it under the material of her swimsuit before sweeping it through her wet, warm lips. That moan of hers fell free, and I pressed down carefully, watching her body react as I ran soothing circles over her clit in a slow tease.

I wanted to watch her come undone. To see every reaction when her body built up and slowed down, only for me to hit her sweet spots all over again and set her on fire. But she was irresistible to me, and I couldn’t wait to taste her any longer. As I pushed her swimsuit to the side, my mouth found that sensitive bundle of nerves, sucking and stroking her with my tongue as I pressed a finger inside of her already addictive heat. No matter how much I tried to tease her, it somehow felt like she was still the one in control, teasing me.

God, she felt good—tight, receptive, and hungry for whatever I was willing to offer.

Another finger pushed inside her, making Charlotte arch her back and tilt her arse back and forth in time with my movements until we’d built up a perfect rhythm that had her legs shaking and her head falling back even more.

“Oh, God,” she breathed.

“You taste so fucking good,” I breathed against her, my dick painfully hard.

“You feel amazing.”

My smile came to life against her, and I closed my eyes, enjoying the feel of her tightening and clenching around me as she grew wetter and wetter from my touch. Her thighs began to tremble, the heels of her feet finding my back and digging in to pull me closer. Her moans and cries of ‘God’ fell from her lips in sweet, sweet whispers and barely-there breaths, making me go harder and faster, only to slow down and lick her into a slow torture she couldn’t get out of.

When her trembles turned to shakes, and I couldn’t wait any longer, I hooked my fingers around inside her, searching for that sweet spot. The moment I hit it, a cry fell from Charlotte’s mouth, and she tightened around my fingers, coming in a rush that had me pulling my tongue back from her clit to offer her slow, tender licks over her sensitive bud before I pressed down and held myself there, riding out the orgasm until she fell limp beneath me.

“Fuck, Fraser,” she panted, barely able to control her breathing.

She was soaked in her own pleasure, and my head was filled with a fuzzy haze of needing to be inside her.

But not here…

Not for the first time.

Carefully, I pulled my fingers out and let her swimsuit fall back in place, caressing her before I hooked my hands under her arse cheeks and squeezed them in my palms. Out of breath, she pushed herself up to rest on her elbows, blinked at me, and parted her lips, her face dazed and those cheeks a rosy pink.

I tugged her closer to the edge of the pool until I could slowly guide her back into the water, where she wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck, still silent.

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