I was foolish for not telling her sooner. I’d gone to her office that night to tell her, but then put it off because of what happened with Mr. Avery. And after that, I’d forgotten about it.
She took a deep, shaking breath. “I believe you.”
I could breathe again. My heart beating, but only for her.
“I want to see you so bad, baby.” I clutched her hand and kissed the back of it. “To look in your eyes and tell you how much I love you.”
“I know. I missed you.” Her voice still crackled with tears, but it was clearing up. “I knew you wouldn’t. I just knew it. But I wanted to be sure.”
“It’s okay. I should have told you about it when it happened. I intended to, but that was the day at your office…” I didn’t want to bring up that bad memory on our wedding day.
“I understand.” She squeezed my hand. “And I have something to confess, too.”
I tensed and tried to keep my voice calm, any number of dark ideas trying to crowd my frontal lobe. “What’s that?”
“Daisy took me to an all-male review last night. Strippers.” She sounded horrified.
I couldn’t subdue my chuckle. “It’s okay, babe. It was your bachelorette party and with Daisy, I expected nothing less.”
She sighed, a relieved sound that soothed me right along with her. “Thank god. I was so embarrassed.” She paused. “Wait, did you go to a strip club, too?”
I laughed again. “No. The boys offered but we stayed in and had a video game fest instead. Is that all right?”
“That’s… That’s actually perfect.” She giggled. “Dorks.”
I laced my fingers through hers. “You’re the only one for me, Jess. Forever. I need you to know that.”
“I do. I can’t wait to be your wife.”
I ran my hand up her arm, goose bumps breaking out along her bare skin. “So, now that we’ve made up, perhaps we can do something to seal the deal?”
“We can’t see each other before the wedding.” Her voice was chiding.
I grinned and dropped to my knees. “I don’t need to see you to eat your pussy.”
Jess
“Michael, you can’t,” I said, but he was already lifting up my skirt.
He ran his hands along my garters. “Oh, I like these. A lot.”
Pushing my thighs apart, he exhaled along my thighs.
I squirmed and tried to close my legs. The blindfold just made the sensations stronger, every touch amplified a thousand times.
He pushed harder. “Oh no, wildcat. I need a taste. Just a quick one. The real feast comes later tonight.”
His fingers inched up my thighs and then he fingered the edge of my white lace panties. “I bet these look amazing.” He pushed them aside.
“Michael,” I reached down to his hair.
“No.” He swatted my hand away. “Do you have any idea how much trouble I’d be in if you messed up my ‘do?”
I laughed but then his mouth was hot and wet against me and I gripped the sofa, digging my nails into the fabric.
“Oh my god.”
He made an mmm sound against me and licked from my entrance to my clit.
“Michael, please,” I gasped. “We’re in a church!”
My plea fell on deaf ears. He pressed harder against my thighs and fastened his mouth around my nub, lashing it with his tongue, the piercing touching me just right. My hips moved against him despite my efforts to resist. When he sank two fingers inside me, I was gone. I rubbed my pussy against his face, ignoring where I was, what I was wearing, the fact that I was getting married in under an hour. All I could think was how good his mouth felt on me, how amazing his fingers worked inside me.
I was fucking his face in the house of the Lord and nothing short of a lightning bolt or being dowsed with holy water would make me stop.
The pressure built inside me. He was holding nothing back, going after my clit and moving his fingers on my spot. My hips were wild against him, rubbing his face, his tongue. He groaned as I seized and made a strangled sound. I came in a rush, shattering and calling his name as he continued to tongue me beneath my wedding dress. When my body finally relaxed, he withdrew his fingers, kissed my pussy, then straightened my panties.
I could feel him standing and pushing down the stack of tulle that was my skirt.
“I don’t know if this looks right, and not just because I can’t see it.” He kept patting the dress.
“It’s fine. I’ll fix it. It’s—”
“Glad you lovebirds made up.” Daisy’s voice. How long had she been in here?
“I just walked in. Calm down. Though everyone in the church heard you moaning ‘Michael’ you dirty hussy.” Daisy laughed.