“Baby girl, if I suffocate while eating you out, you just tell everyone I died a very, very happy man. Now, hold on to that headboard and let me feast on you.”
I lower her right where I need her, and her whole body shivers when I lick a slow strip through her. It’s not long before she’s riding my face and singing my name like a bird. It’s beautiful and breathy and it’s all I’ll ever need. I get her to the edge and she’s about to climb off of me, but I wrap both arms around her thighs and hold her down as she grinds harder, coming apart on top of me.
Tomorrow morning, I’m going to marry this woman. Then I’m going to do this to her every day for the rest of our lives. She’s screaming my name, and I feel her tight pussy pulsing around me. She’s all I want. All I ever need in this world.
“James…right fucking there, baby. Oh, shit!”
My cock is straining against my pants and I’m so fucking lost in her ecstasy that my hips thrust into nothing. She throws her head back and arches her back as she releases the most primal scream I’ve ever heard before. She looks down and her eyes lock on mine. We’ve only just begun and already she looks fucking ruined.
“Don’t stop, James!”
She comes undone, squeezing my head with her thighs and grunting as my tongue fucks her right into a second orgasm, not letting her come down before I’m done with her. She reached down with one hand, gripping my hair hard and riding my face like she’s at a rodeo and I couldn’t be happier.
“I can’t, oh god, I can’t!”
I let her go, and she collapses down next to me on her back, gasping for air. I roll over, gently nipping at her neck, a mantra of I love you’s between every kiss. When her breathing finally slows, she looks up at me with a drunken smile.
“You okay?”
She looks at me for a while, as if she’s contemplating her answer, then tucks my hair behind my ear and purses her lips. “I will be, because of you.”
“What do I call you tomorrow?”
She giggles as she says the word, “Wife.”
“You know what I mean. Are you going to change your name? Am I? I will happily be known as Mrs. and Mr. Alexis Strauss from here on out. James Strauss has a ring to it. Or Alexis Barton.”
“I think for once we do things a little differently.”
“Like what? I’m not taking Coop’s name.”
“No you goof. I mean we take it slow and figure it out later.”
“Well, that’s not a very us way of handling it, soon-to-be-wife.”
“Which is exactly why we’re going to do it, soon-to-be-husband.”
“Graham.”
“What?” she giggles.
“My middle name. It’s Graham. Named after my grandfather.”
“James Graham Barton. It’s pretty. Mine’s Riley because mom shot down Sophia. It’s probably the nicest thing she ever did for me.”
“I mean, ASS or ARS.” She swats at me playfully. “I love it. Alexis Riley…whatever we decide.”
I brush her hair through my fingers and stare into her beautiful, broken soul. I wish dad could have met her and seen just how happy I am. My angel. My muse, who shrouds me in her darkness so we can watch the stars burn.
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“Dropping your phone.”
“We would have worked together even if I hadn’t.”
“Yeah, but our story would have been so different. I wouldn’t have told Dani about my pink haired goddess. I wouldn’t have ignored almost everything Sam said because I couldn’t concentrate on anything but how I could find you again.” Carefully, I climb over her and she undoes my jeans, pushing them down as we exchange soft, sweet kisses.
