Page 33 of Father of the Bride
“No woman really enjoys her first time.” Her voice was soft and light. “But I always wished we’d had a chance to keep trying so you could…break me in.”
His breath caught in his chest. Her sly smile up at him told him she knew exactly what she was doing.
“You definitely deserved better than a dorm room, a twin bed, and my annoying ass roommate pretending to be asleep.”
She chuckled. “We don’t have those problems now, though, do we?”
“Not at all.”
She pressed her body against his. “And we’re both older now. More experienced.”
His hands inched around her back, enveloping her as his dick hardened. “We are.”
“When we were together, I was kind of timid,” she said. “Even with you.”
“I remember.”
“But the years have made me bolder,” she murmured. “I’m much more inclined to go after what I want.”
He licked his lips. “So I’m what you want?”
“That’s right, Doctor Bennett.”
He inhaled slowly before his lips found hers in a slow, deep kiss. Their tongues met, and their bodies pulled each other in like magnets rediscovering their charge. His hands slid down her back, lifting her dress as she kissed him with greater urgency. He let his hands grab generous handfuls of the weight she’d gained, groaning softly when he discovered that it felt just as good as it looked. And she was naked underneath.
With trembling fingers, she pulled his shirt loose from his pants. His lips moved along her jaw, down her throat, to her shoulder…he marveled at the way her skin tasted. Sweet, familiar, and new all at once.
“You feel exactly the same,” he murmured against her soft skin. “I fucking missed you, Ci.”
She broke away, grabbing his hand to pull him over to the bed.
“Show me,” was all she said as she sank onto the foot of the bed, spreading her legs wide, welcoming him.
“Bold move, wearing a white dress with no panties,” he teased. “Not that I’m complaining.”
She smiled, gazing up at him with those eyes. “I think maybe I’ll do it every day while I’m here. Easy access.”
He went to his knees in front of her. “Famous last words.”
Truthfully, he didn’t believe she had it in her. He’d only ever seen the timid side of her, the side that wasn’t quite comfortable with the idea of sex, even as she was starting to have it.
Although, to be fair, she always loved it when he ate her out.
Wasting no time, Mark leaned in, his senses overwhelmed by her essence. The way her pussy glistened, the fresh, yet earthy smell, and the softness of her delicate flesh when he pressed the first kiss to her bud.
“Mmmmmm…”
And the way she sounded.
His dick twitched angrily in his pants.
“Fuck, you taste so good.”
He lapped at her, finding her wet folds, her clit, and her lips with his tongue, caressing and teasing until she came with a high-pitched moan.
Wasting no time, he moved on top of her, sliding into her pulsing wetness with ease. Her breath caught as he gasped, both of them stunned by the sudden rush of pleasure and history and heat. Memories of what was, and promises of what could be.
But this time, there was no roommate. No rushing. No fear.
