of stories from her past, which is something I can’t do no matter how much I want to.
A few seconds tick by while we stare at each other.
“Ryan, I don’t want to reminisce with David. I want a reality—a future—with you,” she says, lifting her hand to trace her thumb down my cheek.
Joy radiates in my chest and pulses through my veins.
“What we have is all I want and need. It’s more than I could ever imagine love would be.” Liz slips the glass from my hand, sets it next to hers on the coffee table, and then climbs onto my lap. Her long legs straddle my hips, and she frames my face with her palms. “You make me deliriously happy every second of every day.”
She kisses my jaw and then proceeds to kiss the side of my mouth, my nose, and my cheeks reassuring me with her sweet lips that I’m the one she wants.
I gently swipe the hair from her shoulder before curling my fingers at the base of her neck. My thumb strokes her cheek as I suck on her lower lip. Then I kiss her softly and tenderly, my tongue caressing and stroking hers. She tastes as sweet as always, and I recognize the sugary champagne we sipped. We explore each other’s mouths for long minutes, before she pulls back. “Can I ask you something?”
“Always.”
“Do your molars hurt?”
“Excuse me?” I’m completely confused.
A giggle sounds before she responds, batting her eyelashes at me. “I mean you were clenching your teeth so hard this afternoon at the front desk, I bet they hurt.”
A smile works its way across my face.
“Are you making fun of my self-control, woman?”
“No,” she says working the top button of my shirt free. “I want to know where you’re hurt so I can kiss those places and make them better.” Her fingertips brush over my breastbone as she moves to the next button and then the next. “How about we forget this whole disaster all together and have some fun?”
The last button comes undone, and she spreads my shirt apart, and then slips it over my shoulders.
Fuck, Elizabeth is the only woman on this earth that drives me crazy with need and makes me feel like the luckiest man alive all in the same breath.
“What you want me to do?” I ask her.
She subtly thrusts her hips against mine, brushing against my already hard cock, driving me fucking insane with wanting her.
“To hear you say the only thing that got you through an earlier run-in with David were the images of taking me on the dining table hard and fast running through your mind and proceed with doing just that.”
Her hips roll again, bluntly this time, and her palm presses into the front of my pants. I bite back the groan that wants to escape when her fingers curl and grip my length.
My fiancé is neither shy nor sheltered when it comes to sex. She definitely has a naughty streak. And it’s hard to imagine she was a virgin when we met. But each time she offers herself to me, I see the vulnerability in her eyes, mixed with trepidation and love.
“Liz?”
“Yeah?”
“Every ounce of self-control I had is gone,” I warn her. “It’s my time to run the show.”
“Okay,” she breathes out, letting go of me.
“We’ll take it slow at first. Before I fuck you, I need to remind you of something. Stay still.”
Lately, we’ve been using sex as a way to get lost or forget our problems. I need to remind her that when it comes us, it’s always more. So much more.
I pull her sweater up and over her head. Our gazes remain unbroken as I reach behind her and undo the clasp on her bra.
“Your skin is so damn soft,” I murmur and feel a shiver skating down her shoulders as I push the straps down her arms with a deliberate slowness. The cups fall away from her breasts, baring her to my gaze. I lean back and take her in; my eyes roam over her narrow waist and perfectly curved hips; my mouth watering at the sight.
“Gorgeous.” I can’t help but voice my thoughts, before tossing the lingerie to the floor. “I love your tits. So
A few seconds tick by while we stare at each other.
“Ryan, I don’t want to reminisce with David. I want a reality—a future—with you,” she says, lifting her hand to trace her thumb down my cheek.
Joy radiates in my chest and pulses through my veins.
“What we have is all I want and need. It’s more than I could ever imagine love would be.” Liz slips the glass from my hand, sets it next to hers on the coffee table, and then climbs onto my lap. Her long legs straddle my hips, and she frames my face with her palms. “You make me deliriously happy every second of every day.”
She kisses my jaw and then proceeds to kiss the side of my mouth, my nose, and my cheeks reassuring me with her sweet lips that I’m the one she wants.
I gently swipe the hair from her shoulder before curling my fingers at the base of her neck. My thumb strokes her cheek as I suck on her lower lip. Then I kiss her softly and tenderly, my tongue caressing and stroking hers. She tastes as sweet as always, and I recognize the sugary champagne we sipped. We explore each other’s mouths for long minutes, before she pulls back. “Can I ask you something?”
“Always.”
“Do your molars hurt?”
“Excuse me?” I’m completely confused.
A giggle sounds before she responds, batting her eyelashes at me. “I mean you were clenching your teeth so hard this afternoon at the front desk, I bet they hurt.”
A smile works its way across my face.
“Are you making fun of my self-control, woman?”
“No,” she says working the top button of my shirt free. “I want to know where you’re hurt so I can kiss those places and make them better.” Her fingertips brush over my breastbone as she moves to the next button and then the next. “How about we forget this whole disaster all together and have some fun?”
The last button comes undone, and she spreads my shirt apart, and then slips it over my shoulders.
Fuck, Elizabeth is the only woman on this earth that drives me crazy with need and makes me feel like the luckiest man alive all in the same breath.
“What you want me to do?” I ask her.
She subtly thrusts her hips against mine, brushing against my already hard cock, driving me fucking insane with wanting her.
“To hear you say the only thing that got you through an earlier run-in with David were the images of taking me on the dining table hard and fast running through your mind and proceed with doing just that.”
Her hips roll again, bluntly this time, and her palm presses into the front of my pants. I bite back the groan that wants to escape when her fingers curl and grip my length.
My fiancé is neither shy nor sheltered when it comes to sex. She definitely has a naughty streak. And it’s hard to imagine she was a virgin when we met. But each time she offers herself to me, I see the vulnerability in her eyes, mixed with trepidation and love.
“Liz?”
“Yeah?”
“Every ounce of self-control I had is gone,” I warn her. “It’s my time to run the show.”
“Okay,” she breathes out, letting go of me.
“We’ll take it slow at first. Before I fuck you, I need to remind you of something. Stay still.”
Lately, we’ve been using sex as a way to get lost or forget our problems. I need to remind her that when it comes us, it’s always more. So much more.
I pull her sweater up and over her head. Our gazes remain unbroken as I reach behind her and undo the clasp on her bra.
“Your skin is so damn soft,” I murmur and feel a shiver skating down her shoulders as I push the straps down her arms with a deliberate slowness. The cups fall away from her breasts, baring her to my gaze. I lean back and take her in; my eyes roam over her narrow waist and perfectly curved hips; my mouth watering at the sight.
“Gorgeous.” I can’t help but voice my thoughts, before tossing the lingerie to the floor. “I love your tits. So
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