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Authors: Jasinda Wilder
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She didn’t move a muscle, simply stood with her back pressed to the wall, chest heaving, breasts straining against the white chiffon of her dress, her breath coming in deep gasps—from anticipation and desire now rather than exertion.
Chase swallowed the short distance between them in two long strides, pressing his hips against hers, his forehead bumping hers, palms flattened against the wall to either side of her face. She brushed her hands up his torso, resting them on his shoulders.
“You’re beautiful, Jamie. Breathtaking. A goddamn vision.”
Jamie smiled. “Thanks.” She slid her mouth across his, then bit his lower lip. “So. Gonna fuck my brains out now?”
“Yeah, sure am.”
She breathed a sigh. “Oh, good.”
He chuckled, then lowered one hand to her waist, across her belly, then up to her breast. Her breath caught as she forgot to resume breathing. His fingers tugged the cup of the dress down and her breast up, baring one dark pink nipple. He lowered his mouth to it and flicked it with his tongue. Jamie’s breath returned with a gasp.
His hand curled into the fabric of her dress at her hip, bunching the material, gathering it, revealing her legs an inch at a time. He pulled the dress up past her hips, and then his breath stopped with a long groan.
“
Fuck,
Jamie. You haven’t been wearing any panties this whole time? Jesus.
Jesus
, Jay. It’s a good thing I didn’t know until now, or we wouldn’t have made it through the wedding.”
She laughed, reaching between his arms to unbutton his tuxedo pants, then slid the zipper down. Jamie bit her lip as she dragged his boxers down to his knees, freeing the erect weight of his cock. She circled her fingers around him, sliding down his length and back up. Chase sucked in a breath, closing his eyes briefly. When he opened them, they were on fire with need. He slid his palm around the back of one of her thighs, lifting it up to his waist. Then he moved his hand to her other thigh, and Jamie’s eyes widened, realizing what he intended.
“God, are you crazy? You can’t lift me up—”
She was cut off by him doing exactly that. Jamie clenched her legs around his waist and braced her back against the door, wrapping her arms around his neck. She was split immediately in two by his impatiently thrusting cock. Jamie lifted her face to the ceiling and whimpered in her throat, filled and stretched and impaled and completed by his manhood in her sex.
Chase buried his face in her breasts and crashed up into her, heedless of her weight, his palms cupping her ass beneath the draped dress. She’d been filled by Chase before, had felt him drive deep in a thousand different positions, but never had he been this deep. The base of his cock pushed perfectly against her clit as he drove into her with short, hard, piston thrusts. Her fingers curled around his nape, her palm flattened over the bald dome of his scalp, and she found herself lifting up and sinking down to meet him, her mouth pressed to the front of his head, muffling her cries.
Chase grunted and growled into the soft flesh of her breasts. Jamie lifted up and sank down with an exponentially increasing urgency, and the chorus of sighs and gasps coming from them both filled the tiny office. Jamie felt the delicious heat and pressure coiling in her belly, the weight and lightning of impending climax, and she knew by the constant growling coming from Chase—from her husband—that he was close, too.
“Now, baby,” Jamie whispered. “Come with me.”
“God, yes,” Chase answered, and she felt the liquid heat of his essence fill her at the same moment that her entire being exploded from within, wave after wave billowing through her. She cried out into Chase’s shoulder, biting the rough fabric of his suit coat, and he in turn muffled his bellow of release in her cleavage.
Chase held her aloft for another moment, then extracted himself from her folds and let her slide down to her feet. He held her dress up around her hips with one hand and reached to snatch a handful of Kleenex from the nearby desk with the other. He cleaned her carefully and thoroughly before letting her dress down.
She smoothed out the wrinkles, although by this point in the night it didn’t really matter, watching as Chase made himself presentable once more.
He grinned at her. “How are your brains, Mrs. Delany?”
“Very thoroughly fucked out, Mr. Delany, thank you.” She adjusted his tie for him, and he rubbed her upper lip with his thumb.
“You’ll have to fix your makeup,” he said. “You’re a bit…smudged.”
Jamie nodded, glancing down to make sure she was presentable. She looked up, feeling Chase’s gaze on her. “What?”
His eyes were blazing, his fingers flexing into the fabric of her dress at her hips. “I just…I guess it just struck me that we’re actually, factually married now. You’re mine. Really mine, forever.” His voice was thick with emotion, and Jamie felt herself melting at the unusual sight of tears in his eyes. “I don’t know how I got so lucky, Jay. You’re…so much more than I could ever have dreamed for myself. I don’t know what I’d do without you. Thank you for marrying me, Jay. I just…I hope to be the husband you deserve.”
Jamie threw herself against him. He was open with his emotions, with her at least, but she’d never seen him bare himself this way, raw and completely vulnerable. She wanted to say something back, something equally as dramatic and poetic, but words escaped her.
“You already are, Chase. You wrote it in your song. ‘You are my forever.’”
He pulled her into a kiss more potent than anything they’d ever shared before, a scorching, melting, soul-merging kiss that left them both breathless and bated.
“We’d better stop now, or our guests will start wondering what happened to us,” Jamie whispered.
Chase’s hands skated around her waist to cup her ass. “They’re all drunk already anyway, most likely,” he said, his voice rough with renewed desire. “Let them wait.”
“Fuck ’em?” Jamie asked, laughing into his mouth.
“No,” Chase said, turning her to the desk and bending her over it, lifting her dress. “I’m gonna fuck you.”
“Oh, good.” Jamie lifted her hips, giving him access as he freed his erection and rubbed its length against the seam of her ass. “I was hoping you would say that.”
Chase slid into her, and she moaned, writhing back against him.
“God, Jay. You feel so good,” Chase growled. “So fucking tight.”
“I love feeling you inside me,” Jamie breathed. “Don’t stop.”
“Never.”
“I want you like this forever. Deep inside me.”
Chase’s palms caressed her hips and then pulled her into him. “Forever.”
They breathed together, moved together, and then their rhythm stuttered and they came together, gasping in unison, panting.
When he slipped out of her, Jamie straightened and turned in his arms. “Forever? You promise?”
“Yes, my love, I promise. Forever.”
THE END
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