We got married in a church because I knew it would make my parents happy. It was a small ceremony, and we threw a huge party afterwards at the same place Ethan and Fiona held their engagement party. Nick says it's where he fell in love with me, and that celebrating our marriage there would bring us full circle.
How could I argue with that?
Nick's thrusts become faster, and he goes deeper, and I want to come, I want to come so badly, I can't help but moan. "Don't you dare," he whispers in my ear. "Not until I say."
I hold back, and I can feel how close he is, but even as he comes, calling out my name, he says nothing to me.
My punishment.
Don't worry, what comes around goes around with us-always.
When he sags into me, he bites my shoulder, and then he places one hand on my belly. I'm six weeks pregnant, and although we should wait to tell everyone, we're too excited not to tell them today.
I moan again, the pain of the impending pleasure almost too much to bear.
Giving in to me, his hand goes to my clit. "You were a very good girl for waiting. Do you want to come?"
"Yes, sir, yes I do."
He groans with excitement whenever I say sir. And I know when I do, I always get my way.
As predicted, he makes his move. His hand slides up from my belly to my breast and he pinches my nipple. "Who owns this body?"
"You," I purr.
With satisfaction, he inserts a finger inside me while his thumb circles me with just the right amount of pressure. "Who do you come for?" he asks.
"You," I moan.
"Who always makes you feel good?"
"You," I cry, moaning and twisting.
"There you go, baby, now come for me."
And come I do, calling out his name over and over. I like to play games before sex, he likes to play them during sex. It couldn't be more perfect.
Having worked himself back up, he whirls me around and crashes his lips to mine, sliding his tongue in to taste me.
When he pulls away, he inserts the tip of his cock only slightly into my pussy. For several long seconds, he plays, pushing in and out, going a bit deeper with each thrust.
I look down, enjoying the sight of his cock sliding from my pussy, wet and slick.
"You like that?" he whispers, thrusting hard and deep.
"Yes," I breathe, running my hands down his hard abs.
"You're so tight. So snug."
I moan softly, and he pauses, withdrawing and then pushing forward in slow fucking motions. "Tell me what you like," he says, looking down now too, watching the sliding motion of his cock in and out of my pussy.
I lean against the counter to get a better view. "Your cock inside me."
He pushes in harder. "Where inside you?" he grounds out.
My body is spiraling as he continues to work me. "In my pussy, in my mouth, and in my ass."
I can't help it, I'm a dirty, dirty girl.
Harder, deeper, he moves. His hips smack against mine and I cry out, my pussy convulsing around him.
"Oh, fuck, Tess, that's it," he groans.
My cry nearly splinters the room, as this time we both come together.
He closes his eyes, and then sags against me. "You undo me, Tess, " he murmurs.
I sag against him. "You undo me, too," I murmur back.
And once we've regained our strength, we head upstairs to shower and get ready for the party we're throwing. We might live in a constant state of being undone, but for now it is time to do ourselves up, if only for a little while.
Later that night, once the fireworks have gone off and all the hotdogs and hamburgers have been eaten, I stand on the back deck with Nick's arms wrapped around me and look around at all the people in our life.
Fiona, Ethan, and Jace are sitting together around the bonfire. Their threesome thing is over, but nothing between them seems to have changed. Fiona ended it, although she did so in that way that made it seem like it was mutual.
First, she suggested to Jace that he move Scarlett to The Preston School this fall and because it is the best around, he decided to. After he registered Scarlett, Fiona insisted Jace meet Max's teacher, who will be Scarlett's teacher next year. You remember, Miss Eastling, the pretty one who wears her hair in a chignon. And believe it or not, Fiona's matchmaking skills might have worked this time. Jace and Miss Eastling have a date next week.
When I asked Fiona why she ended things, all she said was Jace was ready to have someone in his life that he doesn't have to share.
Then I asked her what that meant for her and Ethan, and she told me that they were going to be just fine.
And I have no doubt they will be.