Page 22 of Hot Mess Wedding

I watch him peel that denim off his thick thighs. When he steps out of them, I reach out to grab the waistband of his boxers, but he stills my hand.

“We’re not in a hurry, lil’ darlin’.”

He might not be in a hurry, but I’ve been waiting a long time for this moment. I feel so empty and I’m practically buzzing with arousal.

He puts a knee on the bed. “I’m going to peel off those panties and introduce myself to Lola. Take that bra off for me first. Goddamn, I love your curves. All that pale, freckled skin.”

His words dissolve any residual self-consciousness I was feeling about my body. I unhook my bra and toss it across the room. My heavy breasts hang lower than I’d like, but they’re full and tipped with rosy nipples.

“I want to memorize every inch of your decorated skin,” I tell him. “You’re so beautiful.”

He leans down and kisses me, his tongue playing against mine. The reality of the situation hits me and I giggle around his kiss.

He pulls back. “What is so funny? I hope it’s not my kissing skills.”

“No, I’m just having a bit of a freak out that I’m about to have sex with the hottest man I’ve ever met.”

“Hottest man, huh?” he asks.

“True story.”

“Well, I happen to think you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He kisses me again, then his mouth moves down my throat to my bare breasts.

He sucks on one nipple until it’s so hard I’m pretty sure I could etch our initials in the window. Then he sucks on the other nipple.

The lower half of my body seems to have a mind of its own as I’m writhing and bucking trying to get some friction. Finally, he moves down my belly and settles between my thighs. He pulls my panties down until they dangle on one of my ankles.

Then he groans. “Hello, Lola. It’s very nice to meet you.”

I giggle because I can’t help myself. He’s practically laying with his face in my kumquat and he’s talking to it.

“I know it’s ridiculous that I named her.”

His brown eyes look up at me. “I love it. She’s beautiful.” He pets his hand down my mound. “Aren’t you Lola? You gonna let me make you feel good, like a pretty pussy deserves?”

“Oh wow.”

“Is all this wet for me?” he asks. He’s gently swipes through my slick folds.

My heart gives a flip-flop letting me know that it’s not just Lola who is crazy about this man. The rest of me thinks he’s pretty amazing too.

“Eyes on me, sugar baby,” he says. Then his thumb is sucked into his mouth as he licks off my dew. His eyes close as if he’s just tasted a real delicacy. “So delicious. I want you to saturate my beard so I can always smell you. I want you to mark me.”

Why are his filthy words so sexy? Also, I vaguely knew that some men dirty talk in real life, but I’ve never experienced it. I’ve written it. I, unfortunately, know that my brothers are evidently gifted in the art, but I try not to think about that. Problems with being so close to my sisters-in-law.

He lowers his body onto his stomach, shifting his broad shoulders between my thighs. He pulls up one of my feet and props it on his shoulder so my core is spread wide for him.

I want to tell him he doesn’t need to be down there. That that is unnecessary. But the truth is, I want his mouth on me. I want him to do all the naughty things I’ve written about, but never experienced. In truth, I’d convinced myself that the only men truly eager to eat out a woman are fictional.

He spreads open my labia.

“Lola is soaked,” he says.

“I’m pretty sure I’ve never been this wet,” I admit.

“That’s right, because this is all for me. Only me.”

He says all the right things. Acts as if this crazy accidental marriage of ours is going to last. I might be a little naive, but I’m no fool. This is a hook-up and only that. Which is okay. I’ll take Ian any way I can have him.

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