“Nothing I can’t handle.”
“Good.”
“You know, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you,” I whisper.
“What?” Suds wraps her arms around my neck and draws our chests against each other.
I squeeze my arms around her waist and drink in her sweet, blossomy scent. “I want you in my bed, Suds.”
She melts into my embrace and a sweet sigh falls from her lips. “We’ve been practically in the same bed since, well, you know.”
Yeah, I know. Since he died.
“Not to sleep,” I say, my voice deeper this time.
“Oh,” she says quietly.
“Not quite the answer I was lookin’ for.”
She worries at her bottom lip, but her lust-filled gaze is telling me a yes.
“Is it poor form to leave before the bride and groom?” she says, and allows a smile to spread wide across her face.
And there it is. I’ve got her. Small fucking miracle.
I laugh softly and rest my forehead against hers. “Not in my book, but I think we have to hang in here for at least another couple of hours.”
“You keep rubbing that lizard against me and I won’t last a couple of minutes.”
Fuck me. I’ve a right mind to drag her arse out of here and drive into her until she’s a screaming hot mess. I won’t though, because I’m a selfish man. I don’t want it quick. I wanna be greedy. The first time we do it, it’s gonna mean something. I won’t cheapen it. Holding out until we can leave the celebrations is gonna be some fucking test of my manhood and willpower, but it’ll be worth it.
“I have a room here. That’ll save some time.”
She scrunches her brow. “You do?”
“Yup.” I paid for a room for one reason. You. My way of kicking my arse into action. There’s no way I’m spending the night in that room alone.
“But it’s only twenty minutes in a cab home.”
“I know this. I can do a fuckin’ lot in twenty minutes, Suds.”
“I bet you can.”
A couple brushes past us, followed by a hushed giggle. Billy and Vicky dance close, trapped in their own world as their eyes greedily eat each other up. Billy whispers something in her ear, causing her to sigh and fall farther into his arms. My prediction is that Billy will be dicking Jones’s baby sister tonight.
Guaranteed.
“Looks like we won’t be the only ones bumping uglies tonight,” I whisper to Suds, and jut my chin towards them.
“I’ll have you know there’s nothing ugly about my puss,” she says, her tone clipped. If it wasn’t for the challenge in the raise of her eyebrows, I’d be worried about her reaching for the nearest piece of silverware to carve me with.
“And I can’t wait for you to prove it, Suds.”
****
My fingers fumble with the buttons. Do you think I can do a simple thing like undo my shirt? Fuck no. Not when the woman of my wet dreams is stripping off layers like her skin is on fire.
I end up ripping the fabric open, causing buttons to skitter onto the bedside table and bounce on the floor. My shirt gets caught on my cufflinks, and it takes some fucking effort to get it off. When my hands are free, my belt isn’t too difficult to undo, thank fuck, and I’m down to my boxers in seconds, with my pants and shoes kicked across the room.
“You move fast,” Suds says, with a soft laugh.
Suds’s dress is pooled at her feet, and she’s standing there in a white strapless bra, a matching G-banger and those fuckin’ hot heels. Her hair is wild, her cheeks flushed pink, and her chest is expanding in time to her quick breaths. Holy testicles, I need to preserve this image.
“Stop. Wait.”
I’m stone-cold sober. There’ll be no haze surrounding tonight. I wanna remember every second. It doesn’t help that I’m as nervous as I was my first time. I don’t know what the hell is happening to me.
Her body freezes in place, and she swallows hard. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, it’s just … don’t rush.”
Suds gives me a wry smile and then presses the toe of her shoe onto the soft edge of the bed beside my knee. With her legs parted like that, I’ve got a prime view of her pussy. The sheer fabric provokes me as it blocks my view.
She leans over, teasing me with her knockout cleavage as she toys with the ankle strap.
“Leave ’em on,” I tell her, gripping her raised ankle beside me.
With my other hand I tug the G-string aside and bury my face between her legs, sucking long and hard on her clit. The salty taste of her on my tongue has my cock painfully hard.
Her nails graze over my temples, and she tugs at my hair. She opens her legs wider and thrusts her hips against my face.
“That mouth,” she chokes out.
The grunting noises that break from her lips have me wondering how loud she’ll be when I’m balls’ deep inside her. I appreciate a woman who isn’t afraid to be vocal about their pleasure, but this girl? I wanna hear every sweet sigh, whimper and scream.
I flick her clit with my tongue until she’s riding my face as if she’s seconds away from coming. With my hands either side of her hips, I lever my face away and glance up at her.
Her eyes are glazed over, and the one foot she has on solid ground is teetering on its high heel.
“Bra. Off,” I say, as I glide my hands over her smooth stomach up to her tits. With both hands, I pinch her nipples hard. She squeals and makes quick time undoing the strap and ripping the fabric from her.
Suds sits astride me and wrestles me into the mattress. Her hot mouth teases mine in a frenzy as she rolls her hips into my boxers.
With one hand I’m tugging the hair at the nape of her neck, and with the other I’m trying to get my fucking boxers off. As if sensing my frustration, her fingers scoop into the fabric either side of my hips. The boxers are yanked down my legs, freeing my swollen cock. She rids herself of the last stitch of her clothing, leaving me gasping for breath at the divine creature in front of me.
She sits across my lap, and rubs her wet pussy up and down my shaft. “Fuck,” I groan, driving my nails into the firm flesh of her arse.
I twist and roll her into the mattress. She battles to be on top, using her legs and arms for leverage, but I want her beneath me. I need to be in total control.
I pin her wrists above her head with one hand. “Just let me fuck you,” I growl through a chuckle and bite down on her ear, eliciting a yelp and then a breathy moan from her.
I reach for the condom I’d tossed on the bedside table earlier.
“Put this on,” I say, freeing her arms.
Her palm grazes down my shaft. Fuck me dead. She grips my cock tightly and pumps the shaft. I buck my hips. I want in.
“On this?” she asks, in a smart-arse tone.
“Don’t tease,” I grunt.
She sits up, wasting no time rolling it right to the base, and then lies back down, legs open wide.
“So fuckin’ pretty,” I hiss, trailing my fingers through her glistening pussy.
“I told you,” she whispers. “Nothing ugly about it.”
She wriggles her arse closer to me, and claws at my shoulders, pressing her tits against my chest.
With measured thrusts, I drive deeper inside her, sucking at her neck and the soft lobe of her ear. Having her tight pussy wrapped around me, her body holding on with pure want and need—it’s a revelation. This is what it’s like to have sex with someone you feel for.
“You know this isn’t just fucking, Suds. I … I didn’t mean—”
She silences me with her mouth in a kiss that’s more tender than anything I’ve ever had. “I know.” She sighs.
Our lips meld together as I lose myself with a woman like I never have before. Each thrust adds to the mass of emotions flowing through me.
Suds screams, and I let go of the hurt and all the shit barrelling around in my head. I pump into her faster and come hard as her pussy tightens around me.
A guttural cry rips from my throat. I slow the movement of my hips, each roll drawing out the pleasure of my orgasm. My heart is pounding out of control. Like I feel.