kissed her gently. “Baby, I knew you liked it. The way you reacted told me that. Don’t be embarrassed.”
I grabbed her and flipped her over. “Now you see God and hear angels sing.” I pulled her up on her knees, spreading them apart, and pressed down on her back until her ass was in the air and her chest was on the bed. “Fucking perfect. You better grab that pillow and hold on tight.”
Holding back one more minute, I pressed my face between her ass, licking from her clit to the dimple at the base of her tailbone. She made a strangled cry into the pillow; her body shivered in response. I could do that all night, but my dick was throbbing painfully and I had to be inside her.
On my knees behind her, I rubbed her pussy with my cock a few times, getting myself wet and making her squirm. “Please,” she said, pushing back against me.
I grabbed her hips and shoved inside her, balls deep. She inhaled sharply, fisting the sheets in her hands. I pressed my thumb between her cheeks and took her hard and fast, unrelenting, pounding her, and she loved it. Our bodies smacked together, the sound of her dripping wetnessbetween us audible as I pulled out and thrust back in. I fucked her up the bed to the headboard. She pressed her palms against it, bracing herself. Both of us grunted on the impact of every thrust. She reared back to meet me, eager for every one.
We wanted to climb into each other’s skin. Making love wasn’t enough. Fucking wasn’t enough. Whatever we were doing was what came next and it wasn’t enough. We needed more, the complete and utter taking of the other person. Making them lose control—making ourselves lose control. Hell-bent on oblivion through insane orgasm.
She reached back and grabbed my leg, moaning and panting. “Faster.” She was right there, so close to coming, I could taste it in the air.
I rocked in and out of her faster, deeper, harder. She made sounds I’d never heard her make. My core burned and shook. When she came, I would go off like a geyser inside her. I pushed my thumb deeper and she cried out. Her body jerked and quaked. I felt her hot gush around me as her contractions brought me to my own orgasm. She tried to put her knees together, but I held them apart and kept thrusting, my own release rushing to the tip of my cock like a fire hose.
All the air went out of my body. The room went black behind my eyes. Sound faded to silence. I think
I
heard angels singing. There was a bright light—either Heaven or lightning. I was inclined to think it was Heaven.
My body collapsed on top of her. Both of us lay thereunmoving, limp, panting, still quaking and moaning with the aftershocks.
“That was…” Her voice trailed off into the pillow.
I slid my hands under her, cupping her breasts, and kissed the back of her neck. “That was something there’s no name for. No words to do it justice.”
She sighed contentedly. After a few minutes, her breathing turned deeper and slower and I fell into sleep with her.
Eighteen
Rachael
M y mom, Aunt Jan, and Maddie stood at the bottom of the grand, curved staircase in the entryway of the hotel. I peeked down at them before descending in my grandmother’s wedding dress, which Mom had brought with them.
The vintage white gown fit perfectly. It had off-the-shoulder sleeves that hung to the elbows in gathers of lace and a rounded neckline beaded with a row of pearls. The back plunged in a V to the banded waist. The skirt hung much like the sleeves, in delicate folds of lace. The long train was also made of hand-sewn lace and beaded with a wrist loop underneath for carrying it off the ground at the reception.
I was in love with this dress and never wanted to take it off.
“Merrick’s not around, right?” I called down.
“He’s outside with MJ and Mr. Simcoe. Do you have it on?” Mom asked, craning her neck to see up to the landing where I stood. “Need help with the buttons?”
“I managed to get them all.” The small pearl
I grabbed her and flipped her over. “Now you see God and hear angels sing.” I pulled her up on her knees, spreading them apart, and pressed down on her back until her ass was in the air and her chest was on the bed. “Fucking perfect. You better grab that pillow and hold on tight.”
Holding back one more minute, I pressed my face between her ass, licking from her clit to the dimple at the base of her tailbone. She made a strangled cry into the pillow; her body shivered in response. I could do that all night, but my dick was throbbing painfully and I had to be inside her.
On my knees behind her, I rubbed her pussy with my cock a few times, getting myself wet and making her squirm. “Please,” she said, pushing back against me.
I grabbed her hips and shoved inside her, balls deep. She inhaled sharply, fisting the sheets in her hands. I pressed my thumb between her cheeks and took her hard and fast, unrelenting, pounding her, and she loved it. Our bodies smacked together, the sound of her dripping wetnessbetween us audible as I pulled out and thrust back in. I fucked her up the bed to the headboard. She pressed her palms against it, bracing herself. Both of us grunted on the impact of every thrust. She reared back to meet me, eager for every one.
We wanted to climb into each other’s skin. Making love wasn’t enough. Fucking wasn’t enough. Whatever we were doing was what came next and it wasn’t enough. We needed more, the complete and utter taking of the other person. Making them lose control—making ourselves lose control. Hell-bent on oblivion through insane orgasm.
She reached back and grabbed my leg, moaning and panting. “Faster.” She was right there, so close to coming, I could taste it in the air.
I rocked in and out of her faster, deeper, harder. She made sounds I’d never heard her make. My core burned and shook. When she came, I would go off like a geyser inside her. I pushed my thumb deeper and she cried out. Her body jerked and quaked. I felt her hot gush around me as her contractions brought me to my own orgasm. She tried to put her knees together, but I held them apart and kept thrusting, my own release rushing to the tip of my cock like a fire hose.
All the air went out of my body. The room went black behind my eyes. Sound faded to silence. I think
I
heard angels singing. There was a bright light—either Heaven or lightning. I was inclined to think it was Heaven.
My body collapsed on top of her. Both of us lay thereunmoving, limp, panting, still quaking and moaning with the aftershocks.
“That was…” Her voice trailed off into the pillow.
I slid my hands under her, cupping her breasts, and kissed the back of her neck. “That was something there’s no name for. No words to do it justice.”
She sighed contentedly. After a few minutes, her breathing turned deeper and slower and I fell into sleep with her.
Eighteen
Rachael
M y mom, Aunt Jan, and Maddie stood at the bottom of the grand, curved staircase in the entryway of the hotel. I peeked down at them before descending in my grandmother’s wedding dress, which Mom had brought with them.
The vintage white gown fit perfectly. It had off-the-shoulder sleeves that hung to the elbows in gathers of lace and a rounded neckline beaded with a row of pearls. The back plunged in a V to the banded waist. The skirt hung much like the sleeves, in delicate folds of lace. The long train was also made of hand-sewn lace and beaded with a wrist loop underneath for carrying it off the ground at the reception.
I was in love with this dress and never wanted to take it off.
“Merrick’s not around, right?” I called down.
“He’s outside with MJ and Mr. Simcoe. Do you have it on?” Mom asked, craning her neck to see up to the landing where I stood. “Need help with the buttons?”
“I managed to get them all.” The small pearl
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