Her hands rested on my chest whilst I kept my arms looped around her. She tilted her head to look into my eyes. “So…we’re getting married tomorrow.”
“Again.”
“I thought you’d about choke when my mom walked in and said she had the priest on the phone for premarital counseling.”
“Aye. That was a surprise.”
“Especially when everyone thought we’d talk to him right there on speakerphone.” Gia laughed.
Thankfully, we’d arranged to bring him some pie and meet him in his office. According to him, we’d passed with flying colors. And why wouldn’t we? We’d been friends for a while. We appreciated the same things. Apparently, we shared many of the same values too, which was refreshing.
I cupped her face, thinking of how perfect she actually was for me whilst my thumb brushed along her bottom lip. A moment later, I pressed my mouth to hers. I needed her, this connection. Gia moaned and naturally opened for me, wiggling closer to me whilst my arms tightened around her.
“Our wedding night, what we did… I want more of that.” She bit her lip, her arousal-darkened eyes meeting my gaze. “I want…more. Everything.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yes. I need you, Finn.”
“Aye,” I breathed. “I need ya, too.”
My words set us off and in a flurry, we shed our clothes until we were both in our undergarments. I knelt over her, straddling her legs, my erection pressing against the front of my boxer-briefs, begging to be free.
“Class…” My words were barely more than a whisper as I stared down at the perfection of my wife. My. Wife.
Her pale skin was luminous in the room’s dim lighting, the creamy expanse only broken by her lacy ice-blue bra and matching panties. Her nipples were peaked against the cups restraining them, and I swallowed hard whilst I imagined taking the firm tips into my mouth. My gaze traveled down over her slim waist and flat belly to the tiny panties that hid the ultimate treasure. Her shapely thighs rubbed together, and I saw the bit of fabric covering her sex, darkened slightly by her need. Unable to help myself, I reached out and drew my thumb over it.
“Finn!” She arched into my hand whilst I rubbed the wet gusset against her folds, against her little clit that begged for attention. She writhed, my knees holding her trapped whilst I pushed her need higher.
“So wet for me.”
“Yes, only you.”
I growled. “Aye. Only me. Only ever me.”
Leaning over her, I took her mouth, kissing with more ferocity than I ever had, demanding, claiming, telling her she was mine and there would never be any others. Both my hands cupped her face and I wedged my knees between hers, pushing her wide. I groaned when my erection pressed against her. Clothing still separated us, but her heat burned through to me whilst I ground into her center.
Gia’s legs came up around my hips as she worked against me, but of us seeking pleasure that would only be a faint mirror of what was to come. I craved being one with her with greater intensity than a junky needing a fix. Gia was my drug of choice. I could get lost in the oblivion of her and never come down from that high.
A tingle started at the base of my spine and I pulled back, not wanting to go off too soon. I needed to come inside her. Reaching beneath her, I unclasped her bra and tossed it aside. Pausing, I stared down at her taut little breast, with high nipples, drawn tight and begging for my lips. Before I even processed the thought, I covered one tip, drawing it into my mouth.
“Finnigan!” Her scream echoed on the walls, probably disturbing our neighbors whilst she drove her fingers into my hair and held me to the mound where I laved and sucked. Good, let them know my name. let them know who owned this woman. She was mine.
Growling, I released that nipple with a pop then took the other one and gave it equal treatment. Her hips bucked into me, and I reached down and slid my fingers beneath the waistband of her panties and into the hot, slick folds that awaited me. I groaned, feeling heaven for the first time.
Hastily, I pulled off the fabric and tossed the underwear the way of the bra. My mouth covered her, lapping up her sweetness whilst her knees locked around my ears.
She cried out my name again, and I growled against her, feasting at the treat lain out for me. It was better than any delicacy. Her release filled my mouth as she tumbled over the edge. Whilst she was flying, I crawled over her, shoved down my briefs and notched my cock in the gate of her pussy. Just feeling her outer lips around my tip pulled the air from me. Slowly I pushed inside. Her quivering walls squeezed around me and I surged forward, tearing through the proof that she was mine and only mine.
Gia cried out, her nails digging into my shoulders and I stilled. I stared down at her.
“Guid?” I asked.
“Just…I need…a sec.”
Gently, I kissed her face, her neck, her shoulders, trying to show how I adored her. Her hands rubbed down my arms and clasped my wrists just before she shifted. Moaned. Ground upward on me. Moaned again.
“Oh…” Her sigh blew across my neck, full of pleasure. Slowly, I started moving. “Oh, yes,” she cried, telling me to keep on. My pace quickened bit by bit until we were slamming together, our pleasure coloring the air around us. When she screamed, her walls squeezing me in the tightest vise, I caught the sound with my mouth over hers.
The tingle returned to my spine, stronger, tighter like a fist of energy, threatening to explode…to destroy me. And it did. Stars burst behind my eyes whilst we kept desperately moving, reaching for even more and glorying in each other.
I panted hard, when I collapsed to the mattress and pulled Gia over me. I was still lodged deep inside her, whilst we recovered.
“Gia…” I breathed. “You’re so perfect. So fooking class.”
She giggled, her cheek against my damp chest, both of us covered in perspiration from the exertions. I pulled the blanket over us.
My lips brushed her temple. “I love ya.”
She leaned up, her arms crossed on my chest. “You do?”
“Aye.” Did she not feel the same? A knot of pain twisted inside me at the idea that it could be one-sided. Nevertheless, I would make sure she caught up with me. She was mine and I wasn’t letting her go.
“You know, I was afraid I would fall for you…fall more anyway.” She drew a circle on my pec, watching the finger and not looking at me. No…not a circle. A heart.
A heart… Perhaps…I wasn’t alone in this chest-squeezing, breath-stealing emotion? “Ya can fall. I will always catch ya.”
“Yeah?”
“Aye.”
“I love you, too, Finnigan. I’m glad we’re getting married.”
“Ah, hen, but we already are.”
“True. You know, I never asked how your trip went. Did you get everything squared away?”
“Aye.” I sighed heavily and shifted us so our bodies separated, but I kept her lying across my chest. I couldn’t suppress the groan of loss. Already, I wanted to make love to her again.
“That doesn’t sound promising.”
“Naw. It was as I feared, alas.”
“Wait, what? Is there trouble with the company? With the merger?”
I shook my head, hating that I had to say this so soon after we’d finally had sex. We were about to move from perfection to train wreck. “They want me to relocate. More than want. They are dictating that I relocate. To the California office.”