Page 95 of How to Ruin a Wedding

“I’ve thought of you like this,” I say, my hand sliding down my chest. “So many times, right next door, stopping myself from coming into this room and filling myself with you.”

He sucks in a breath before unbuttoning his pants, and my gaze is trapped on the movement. His long, hard, artist’s hands remove his pants, his underwear, and I watch with rapt attention as his hardened cock pulses before me.

“Did you touch yourself when you thought of me?” he asks, squeezing his length.

My gaze goes hazy as I watch his fingers close in around himself. I nod as I follow the movement, see the veins all along his length.

“Show me,” he says, “how you touched yourself.”

My fingers move across my chest, until I cup my breast, squeeze it in my palm, then reach down to my center. It’s soaked from Anders already, and my fingers slip trying to find my most tender area to press down.

My mouth pops open at the pressure, the spot already too sensitive from what’s been done to it. I squirm against my fingers, pinching my nipple.

Like he can no longer handle being a spectator, Anders yanks me to the center of the bed, his knee spreading my thighs open, before his body presses against mine, his mouth enveloping my breast.

His teeth take a small bite of my nipple, and I let out a whimper. Anders answers with a slight rumble of a growl, a pulse of hardness where his length pushes against my thighs. His mouth presses hot kisses from my breast all along my collarbones.

When he reaches the space below my ears and I gasp, he spends extra time there, his tongue tracing small circles before he sucks the skinthere, his hand reaching down my stomach until his fingers rub into my center and I buck into him.

“It feels so good,” I manage to get out between whispers.

The praise makes him work harder. His mouth moves to the other side of my neck, giving it equal attention as I grind onto his fingers, faster and faster, wetter and wetter.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” Anders says, fingering me, his face hovering over me. “I want to watch you come over and over again.”

Another needy whimper escapes me as the heat builds and builds. I writhe against his hand, my heart hammering against my rib cage. It’s more pleasure than a human should feel; it’s torturous and overwhelming, and I need more of it, endlessly.

“Anders,” I plead. “I need you inside me. Now.”

“Anything you want, beautiful.”

I watch as he positions himself. He grabs his cock, then guides it between my folds, moving it up and down, drenching himself in me.

“I’m so wet,” I say, my words no longer able to reach a decibel above gasps. “I’ve never been this wet before.”

He grits his teeth as I arch myself up, letting myself feel every inch of his length.

“I’ll do this for you, always,” he says, the tip of him finally,finallypressing inside me. He takes it slow, maybe to not hurt me with his size, maybe to slow down what we’ve built up for so long.

A strangled cry escapes me, and Anders groans as my legs wrap around his waist, and I pull myself up until he is buried inside me. I tighten myself around his cock, and heat burns through my center, throughout my body.

His jaw is tense as he slides in and out of me, all of my slickness coating him, making soft, wet sounds as he takes me faster now.

“I’ve thought about this,” Anders says, “imagined the feel of you, imagining the way you’d look with me inside you.”

“And?” I pant. “Is it what you imagined?”

“Nowhere near.” He rocks into me. “Not at all as good as you feel, Lucinda.”

“I love the way you say my name.” I match his pace, slamming into him in desperate, fast knocks. “Like a prayer.”

“I’d gladly worship you.” He rhythmically pounds into me, enough to steal any ability to speak.

The sensation of Anders inside me is better than any touch thus far. I squeeze his cock as much as I can, relishing in the sounds of his almost pained groans.

He grips my waist, pulls me up until we’re sitting upright, and I’m able to fully ride him, my hands digging into his shoulders, using him to stabilize myself as I jump, pounding myself into him, filling myself with as much of Anders as physically possible.

His mouth travels from my mouth, my ear, my neck, sucking and kissing every available surface as we press into each other, our bodies equally desperate to rejoin each time we separate.