As I'm shaving, I'm humming and singing along. When I look up I see her in the mirror. She's leaning up against the doorframe with the biggest smile on her face. Seeing her carefree and happy like that makes it hard for me to see straight. Twisting around to catch an even better glimpse, she's already walking my way. I meet her in the middle because I can't wait to get my arms around her and feel her body against mine. She slings her arms over my shoulders and I lace mine around her waist. When she runs her fingers through my wet hair, I groan and cup her backside. She rests her head in the crook of my neck and I pull her into me as close as I can and fight back the urge to devour her.
Even our bodies fit together. It's perfection. We're two people meant to be together.
As she nips at the skin on my neck, my resolve to wait to have her is beginning to wane. I had decided earlier that we should not have sex again before tonight. I've booked a room at the Beverly Wilshire and Bell is going to make sure it's filled with everything to make the night special-flowers, champagne, my guitar, and "a few other things," she said. I rolled my eyes at the "a few other things" comment, but thanked her anyway.
Her soft lips touch my shoulder and I breathe her in. She slides her fingers down my bare chest to my towel and I squeeze her tight to me. She tugs at the knot and unfastens it, letting it fall to the ground. When she purrs, "You didn't wait for me to take a shower," a raw heat starts to consume me.
I lean back and try to control the fire raging through my body. "That's because I knew I wouldn't be able to restrain myself if I did that."
She walks me backward until I'm leaning against the counter. When she reaches down her fingers quickly wrap around me and it feels so good. Of course, I was already hard before she even touched me; I was hard the minute I saw her.
"Why would you have to restrain yourself?" she asks while stroking me.
Fighting the urge to rip her clothes off I manage to say through gritted teeth, "Because I thought we should wait until after we're married to have sex."
A deep throaty laugh escapes her lips as her thumb lightly circles my tip and I feel myself swell even more inside her hand. At this point there's no going back.
"Okay, that's sweet and I like traditions, but that tradition only applies if the two people have never had sex."
I grip the counter with one hand and her with the other. She continues to stroke me and I throw my head back. "It's not tradition," I manage to say. "It's one of my rules."
She laughs again. "Okay, I don't get it, but since I always love your rules, I'll be happy to follow your lead." Then she twists her palm over the head of my cock in the way she knows I like. "So I can't do this?"
My voice comes out low and strained as I answer, "No, I mean yes-you can do that."
When she drops to her knees and wraps her mouth around me, she sucks so hard, I can no longer control myself. I close my eyes and just let go. Before I know it, I'm thrusting my hips, clutching her hair with my hands, deciding technically this isn't sex.
***
For all the complaining I've done about my sister's party planning in the past, I take it all back today. She really outdid herself. She managed to secure the ideal location compliments of pulling the "my grandfather was a major benefactor" card, she arranged limo transportation compliments of an old boyfriend, and she even had Garrett become ordained so that he could marry us.
Glancing out the window, I see dark clouds are rolling in and I'm hoping it doesn't rain. Dahlia and I are riding together, but I want the location to be a surprise so I have her blindfolded. Getting it on took a little bit of coercing. Of course, she had some smart-ass comments to make about not knowing how kinky I was and then asking what I planned on doing to her once I got the blindfold on-I had all kinds of ideas of what I could do to her, but it was neither the time nor the place.
Although she made fun of me for traditions, she wanted to keep one herself-she didn't want me to see her in her wedding dress until the actual ceremony. So she's wearing the dress Aerie got her the day we were originally going to elope to Vegas. She'll change at the location of the ceremony. And even though I know this isn't her wedding dress, I can't take my eyes off her. She looks so beautiful. But in truth, as gorgeous as she looks right now, I just know that when I see her walking down the aisle, this moment won't compare.
Glancing at her, I notice something on her leg. I run my hand up between her legs, and, even blindfolded, she's a fast catch. She has my hand in hers in a flash. "No, no. You don't get to see that until after we're married."