Nick.
Staring at the pristine marble under her hands, she became lost in thought. So lost, that she didn’t hear the quiet steps of someone behind her, until he was sliding his hands around her waist and rubbing his hard cock on her ass. She glanced up. Jared’s look was softer than before, still as intense but not as harsh.
“What are you doing now?” She cleared her throat of the frogs trying to take up residence there.
His gaze stroked her lips and then traveled up to meet her gaze again. He moved her hair over her right shoulder, leaving her neck and left shoulder exposed. Then he dipped his head and kissed the back of her neck.
“I can’t stay away from you.”
Her heart flipped in her chest. Electric pulses bombarded her core and made her sex throb.
“I want you, Lucky.”
She whimpered at the feel of his firm lips kissing and sucking up and down her shoulder. Her body ached with need. She watched him, her lids feeling incredibly heavy, through the wall of mirrors in front of her. He moved a hand up to cup her breast over the slinky strapless dress, while the other hand tugged up the skirt and caressed the inside of her thighs before rubbing over her thong-covered crotch.
“I can’t get enough of you.”
He pulled her from the sink and turned her to face the long mirror covering the back of the door. Her breath hitched. He tugged the neckline down, exposed her breasts, and massaged them in his large hands.
“I love touching you.”
She moaned, brought her hands up to cover his, and wiggled her ass over his cock.
“Ah, yes, sweetheart. I want you, baby. Do you want me too?”
She held her breath and studied his gaze. She knew what he was doing, and by God she was starting to wonder if maybe she was insane for wanting to try. If she allowed him to touch her again she was screwed. In every way. It was pretty much telling him she was good with them seeing each other some more. She didn’t know if she could handle that. But what if…what if she continued to see him through the wedding? She’d be there for those weeks anyway. If things didn’t work out, there would be nothing for either of them to blame the other about.
“What do you say, sweetheart.” His voice caressed her ear and she continued to watch the reflection of him fondling her breasts. It was by far one of the hottest things she’d ever seen. She cocked her head to the side to give him a better angle to kiss and lick. “Let me show you how good we can be. We can take it slow.”
She groaned and shut her eyes, but immediately jerked them open to continue watching him. “I…” He pinched her nipples and sucked on her neck. Her pussy quivered, unfulfilled. Fuck, she was so confused, but she wanted him—wanted more time with him and wanted his cock inside her again. “Yes, OK, but only until the wedding. After that we’ll have to see.”
“It’s a start.” He nipped her shoulder and her body shuddered. “Bend over and put your hands on the mirror.”
Her eyes widened in the reflection, and she licked her lips.
“I want you to see me fucking you.” He tugged the slinky dress down until it pooled by her feet. He then yanked down her wet thong. She had her hands splayed over the mirror, fully nude, wearing nothing but her heels. So hot.
He traced his way up her calves, followed by her thighs, around her front to her waist, and up to her tits. She sighed. He went straight for her nipples, pinching the little buds without mercy. It was pleasure and pain mixed together with enough potency to make her feel like tiny orgasms were rolling through her. She dropped her head back onto his shoulder. His hands left her breasts. He removed his suit jacket and pulled on his tie until it was hanging loose on his neck.
She wanted him naked, or at least wearing less than he was. He stroked her spine with his lips, soft kisses and licks that worked down to her ass. Arousal thickened in her veins, dark and needy. Bracing her hands on the
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