Frustrated I rollover and groan into the pillow; I miss him. I miss the way his tongue strokes my clit, coaxes it out, makes it swell while he slips two fingers into me to find that sweet spot that he’ll use to strip me of the last of my control.
“You look beautiful”
I looked at his reflection in the mirror as I straightened the flowing skirt of my wedding dress.
“You shouldn’t be here” I mumbled as I assessed the sit of the gown.
He shrugged and came closer.
“Well what do you think?” I finally asked turning to face him
‘You’re so delicate’ he chuckles as he bites my inner thigh again.
‘I am not!’
He just smiles and continues his nibbling ascent. When he reaches my mouth I push him onto his back. Continue reading