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Jennifer wriggles against me in my arms, cupping my groin with one hand."Then what are you waiting, Mr.Murgatroyd?Fuck me like a madman."

I groan again, then pounce on her.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Jennifer

The look on Fletcher's face matches the feral growls that spill from his lips, and they make me so damn horny.But when Fletcher reaches for the zipper of my dress, his fingers fumble with the delicate fabric.I can feel his restraint cracking, the careful control he's maintained all day finally giving way to raw need.

"You have no idea what you've done to me, Jennifer.Standing there in that wedding dress, looking like an angel.But the beast in me needs to fuck you right now."

"Oh yes, I want that too.My cream is already dribbling down my thighs."As I help him with his zipper, the whisper of fabric against skin is the only sound in our honeymoon suite.The dress pools at my feet, leaving me in nothing but my shoes.

Fletcher's eyes darken as he drinks me in."Christ, Jennifer.You're an angel with a dirty mind, and I love that."

With his hands, he maps every curve and hollow of my body, like he's memorizing me all over again.When his mouth follows the path his fingers traced, I arch beneath him.I can't help myself from moaning and even whimpering, especially when I glance down to see his dick fully erect with a drop of moisture poised on the head.Only Fletcher could reduce me to a puddle of molten lust.Every touch of his lips against my skin sets off a cascade of heated shivers.His hands are everywhere at once, reverent but hungry.

"I need you inside me," I gasp, tugging at his suit jacket."Too many clothes."

Fletcher grins wickedly, shrugging off his jacket before loosening his tie with tantalizing slowness.I reach for his buttons, impatient to have him inside me, but he catches my wrists."Let me take it slow, pet.I want to savor this moment."

"We have our whole lives for savoring.Make me scream now."

He unbuttons his shirt slowly, deliberately, one button at a time without ever breaking eye contact.It's the most erotic striptease I've ever witnessed, and I'm virtually quivering with need.When he finally stands before me in nothing but his boxer briefs, I can't speak because my chest is heaving.With my fingertips, I trace the hard planes of his chest and the defined muscles of his abdomen.The strength in his body never fails to thrill me.

"You're still wearing too much," Fletcher growls."Get rid of the shoes."

I reach for him, but he has other ideas.Fletcher drops to his knees before me, placing wet kisses along my stomach and coiling his tongue inside my navel.His delicate licks drive me half out of my mind.

"Steady, love," he purrs.

"Fletcher, please," I gasp."Oh God, please use your tongue on my clit and make me come."

He settles between my thighs."My pleasure, Mrs.Murgatroyd."

The first touch of his tongue against my most sensitive region makes me cry out.I push my hands into his hair, holding him to me.He's merciless in the best way, alternating between gentle flicks and firm strokes that have me trembling within seconds.

"Yes, Fletcher, don't stop."

He grips my thighs with both hands, anchoring me as I begin to unravel from the sheer ecstasy.Every nerve ending is on fire, every touch magnified by the intimacy of our wedding night.

"Come for me, love," he murmurs against my skin."Let me watch you melt for me."

"Yes, please, yes."I can see his dick has grown swollen and stiff, the head glistening with pre-cum, yet he still takes his time with me.But I can't stand the suspense anymore."Push me over the edge, Fletcher.Can't stand the delicious torment anymore.My heart's beating so fast I..."

"No worries, love."He waddles closer until his face lies directly over my groin.

I grip his shoulders as he positions himself perfectly.The anticipation is almost unbearable---every cell in my body crying out for release.When his tongue finally makes contact with my swollen clit, I arch and nearly fall backward onto the bed.His strong hands anchor me.

"Fletcher!"His name is torn from my throat."I'm about to---"

I can't speak anymore, can barely breathe.

My husband begins to scrape his tongue over my nub, devouring me as if my cream is the only sustenance he needs.I tangle my fingers in his dark hair, holding him against me as waves of pleasure build higher and higher.The man knows exactly how to drive me wild.The orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave, my body bowing forward as pleasure rockets through me so powerfully that I lose my breath.My fingers are knotted in his silky locks.

Fletcher doesn't stop until I'm gasping, ruined by the devastating climax.Only then does he rise, his lips glistening, eyes dark with satisfaction and his own voracious need.

"My turn," I breathe, waving for him to back away."Need more room for what I'm going to do to you.Been staring at your dick, and that bead of moisture on the head, since I first noticed it.Now I get to make you unravel---with my tongue."