Page 81 of Best Man Speaking
I waste no time as I press kisses along the heated skin of her chest and stomach, her hips arching up toward my mouth in blatant want. It takes everything in me to not press my mouth straight to the core of her. Instead, I nip along the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.
Finally, realizing the power is in her hands, Hallie pulls on my hair, directing me exactly where she wants me. My lips are already on her sex when I laugh, and she shudders at the sensation.
But the pleasure is all mine as I take a firm, wet lick of her. The rolling of her hips does the work for me as I lose myself, moving between slow and languid, firmer and faster with my tongue.
“Oh god, more, please,” she whimpers, and I can’t help but comply.
I edge her, bringing her closer to release each time until her thighs squeeze around me, and I know she’s close. That she’s ready.
Coming to my knees, I lift her hips higher and closer to my mouth, giving me the access I need to press a finger to curl inside her. The dual stimulation has her wild beneath me, and I follow her lead as she presses me to her, not letting up until she’s gasping as she comes apart.
I press a final kiss to her and then pull myself back up her body to get a good look at her face. Releasing her fingers from their death grip on my hair, Hallie pushes the longer strands back and away from my face, a bright smile gracing her lips. It’s a sucker punch I wasn’t expecting, and it has me on my knees, head over heels for her all over again.
Except the more I think about it, the more I realize I didn’t need to fall for her again. I’d never stopped falling for her the first time.
I swallow at the realization, a tingly sensation spreading across my shoulders.
Regardless of my own turmoil, I smile down at Hallie, and she relaxes into the sheets.
“Just you and me, Hal. You still want this? Because if you don’t, babe, we stop right now, we order room service, and just chill.”
Her laugh comes out choked, but with it, the fear I’d been holding on to is released.
“I want this, Marcus. I want you. And then maybe room service.”
“Even if it breaks all the rules?” I know I’m double-checking, triple-checking, even, but it doesn’t seem too much considering our past.
“Fuck the rules.” They’re her words, but they sound like something I’d say.
I palm myself, stroking up and down in a firm grip, knowing there’s a good chance I might not last as long as I’d want to.
In a split-second decision, I decide to say, “You know, I haven’t done this before either.”
“You haven’t?” Hal asks, no judgment in her tone or questioning as to why I’ve just decided to share this now.
“No. I’ve done a lot, but not this. This is a first for me too.”
I don’t know why I share this with her, why I want her to know this about me. About us.
But I do.
Instead of saying anything else, she simply reaches up, wraps a hand around the nape of my neck, and pulls me down until her lips touch mine in the most featherlight of kisses.
My body over hers, she wraps a leg around my hips, and I press myself to her, feeling the heavenly heat of her against the tip of my cock.
I’m unable to look away as I move forward, muscles tense and hands firmly pressed into the mattress. The connection between us is a tangible thing, and I wonder, albeit briefly, if the sensation of being filled in this way is as intense for her as the sensation of filling her is for me—absolutely all-consuming.
It takes no time at all for our tempo to build, neither one of us is hesitant in reaching for the pleasure we crave. Hallie’s back arches, sweat slicking her skin, and I lift her hips, aiming to be deeper, to give more. Where there are normally cocky smiles and smart-ass comments between us, there’s now a reverent silence, our actions and touches speaking for us. We’re chest to chest, heart to heart, and I never want to be anywhere else, with anyone else. Ever again.
The change in angle has Hallie gasping, fingers gripping my biceps, her hips thrusting up and into mine as we pick up speed. Her mouth opens, my name leaving her lips as she comes apart.
My vision fuzzes along the edges with pleasure so acute it’s borderline discomfort.
Caught in a whirlwind of feeling, I slip my hands beneath Hallie’s back, taking hold of her shoulders and bringing her body even closer to mine. With hardly a breath of space between us, I thrust and buck a few final times before I release on a shout of my own.
I come down from my orgasmic high to the feel of Hallie’s hands stroking the lines of my back, and I mimic the action along her sides. Slowly, eyes open, I run my gaze over her face, taking in her expression and the warmth of her body beneath mine. A small smile pulls at the corner of her lips, and although I know this night has been a lot, she’s okay.
We’re okay.
