Page 56 of Mine To Honor (Southern Wedding)

“Yeah,” I mumble, “I’m going to get in the shower.”

“Okay,” he agrees, not moving aside when I walk toward the bathroom. He bends his head to look at me. “Don’t touch yourself,” he whispers before he kisses me softly.

“I know this is going to be shocking information for you.” I put my hands on my hips. “But I think I can control myself.”

“Are you telling me that if I put my hand in your pants right now—” His hand comes up and his thumb grazes over my covered nipple. “You aren’t going to be wet?” All I can do is look at him, because I’ve been wet all fucking day long. “Exactly.” He nips my lips and slaps my ass before he walks into the closet.

I take the fastest shower of my life before I slide on white lace booty shorts that really are cheeky panties, my ass cheeks hanging out of them, with a white barely there tank top. There really is nothing left to the imagination. When I walk back into the bedroom, the bed is empty and I look over at the doorway.

“Levi?” I walk out of the bedroom, watching him coming up from downstairs.

“Hey,” he says and I see it’s dark downstairs. “I was just closing up.” His eyes roam my outfit. “Do you know this past month I’ve cursed every single pair of booty shorts you have?” I smile at him as he walks toward me and I start to walk backward into the room. “They were the death of me.”

“Were they?” I ask when I feel the back of my knees touch the bed. His hands go to my hips. “I hate your basketball shorts,” I inform him.

“Why?” He smirks.

“Because they drove me crazy wondering if you were wearing anything under them,” I admit. The reason Levi and I are such amazing friends is because we never lie to each other.

“News flash.” He bends his head and kisses my lips, his tongue invading my mouth quickly before he finishes his sentence. “I wasn’t.” He picks me up and all I can do is gasp when he tosses me on the bed on my back. He crawls on the bed toward me and I’m really fucking happy there is a soft light from the bedside table on. He’s over me, his hands by the sides of my head, his knees in the middle of my open legs. “I’ve waited all day to do this,” he says to me and I’m thinking he’s going to kiss my lips, but not Levi. Nope. Instead of kissing me, which is what I’m expecting him to do, he takes one of his hands, putting it on the top of the tank top and pushing it down, my breast bare now. He bends his head, taking the nipple into his mouth and sucking it deep. My hips thrust up as he nips down on it before twirling his tongue around it.

“You know what I’ve been thinking about?” I ask, wrapping my legs around his thighs, shoving him to his back. He lies there with his hands beside his head. “I’ve been thinking of getting…” I pull down his shorts, his cock springs out and in the light it’s so much better than I thought it was last night. “Yes,” I cheer, putting my fingers around him. “Fuck, it’s so much better than I remembered,” I praise before I put my mouth over him. I take him in my mouth, stretching to take his girth in me. Feeling the veins under my tongue, his cock is so thick I really have to work it. I get on my hands and knees, jerking his cock while he watches me. He sits up, pushing the hair away from my face before his tongue slides into my mouth. He pulls me on top of him, my tits falling out of the flimsy tank top, my nipples grazing his cock as he kisses me. My hand is still working his cock as we kiss.

He sits up as my mouth falls back on his cock. “That’s my girl, take me.” His words push me forward. “Get me nice and hard,” he urges and all I can do is moan around his cock.

He pulls me up as I kneel in the middle of his legs. His head bends to take one nipple in his mouth while his fingers roll the other one. He works me over from one nipple to the next, and I am this close to coming just from him playing with my nipples. He must sense it because he stops, my nipple falling out of his mouth with a pop before he rips the tank top over my head.

“You’re wearing too many clothes.” He looks down at me wearing just the white panties. His hands wrap around my waist as he flips me to my back. His mouth falls on mine before he works down to my neck, the middle of my chest, over my stomach, and right above my belly button. His hands grab the panties on the side as I lift to help him slip them off me. My legs fall to the sides as he pushes one leg up and over his shoulder before his mouth falls right on my pussy.

“Fuck.” I grip the sheets beside me as I see stars. “Yes!”

“Did you touch yourself in the shower?” he asks as he slips two fingers into me.

“No,” I pant out as he moves his fingers.

“That’s my good girl.” He sucks my clit. “Fuck, Eva.” I look down at him as he watches my pussy take his fingers. “I need to get inside you.”

“Yes,” is all I can say. “Yes.” His fingers fall out of me as he reaches over me toward his bedside table, grabbing a condom from the drawer. “When did you put those in there?” I ask as he smirks. “I don’t want to know.”

He stands in front of me, handing me the condom. “You want my cock?” he asks as he holds it at the base and I just nod and lick my lips. “Then get it ready for you.”

I grab the condom from him, tearing the corner off with my teeth. “When was the last time you were tested?” I ask and his eyes change color right in front of me. “I’m on birth control,” I start to say, looking at the condom. “And I haven’t had sex in six months.”

“I’ve never been without,” he replies, his jaw tight. “You know my motto.”

I shake my head. “Don’t be a fool, cover your tool,” we both say at the same time.

“Is this a deal breaker?” I ask and his hand cups my cheek. He takes the condom from my hand and tosses it behind me.

“I got tested before we got married,” he shares with me, and that sentence makes my stomach quiver. “Now put me in you.”

“So bossy,” I retort, lying back down. “You’re lucky that you give good head.”

“Is that so?” He hovers over me. “How good of head do I give?”

“I’m not going to boost your ego,” I fire back, grabbing his cock in my hand.

“Well, you give it right back, baby.” He puts his forehead on mine. “Best I’ve ever fucking had.”

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