With a gasp, I pull out of the kiss.
He drops to his knees, his face level with my hips.
“What are you doing?” I hiss.
“Showing you I can be a good husband.”
I should get out of here. I was already planning on claiming a headache and bowing out early—Dmitri and Leah’s idea.
But then Edmund presses his whole face against my mound. And inhales.
I’m too surprised to speak. No guy has ever done this before. I’m still wearing my dress and underwear. And he’s just kneeling there, breathing me in.
He places a hand on each of my thighs. Warm. Firm. In control. He slowly pulls up my dress, baring me to the empty lake.
“Is your cunt as sweet as your mouth?” He looks up at me in question.
I can’t answer, I can only shake my head in confusion. Thoughts are gone, replaced by the sizzle in the air between us.
“I’ll taste you to find out.” He hooks a finger around the edge of my underwear.
I gasp. “Edmund. Here?”
His green eyes seem to glow in the moonlight. “Go ahead and shout when you come. Then everyone will know I’m pleasing my future bride.”
“You sick perv—” My words break off as he yanks down my panties and replaces them with his face.
His lips immediately start moving against me. Reflexively, I thread my hands in his hair, gripping to keep him close. Obscene, wet sounds fill my ears, competing with my pounding heart. So good. So fucking good. My hips rock forward, chasing his contact.
He pulls back.
I whisper, “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
His eyes glitter with amusement. “I’ll only stop when you tell me to. Hold your skirt for me, princess. I want to use my hands.”
Gathering up the fabric in my fists, I watch as he presses his mouth to me again. His eyes are on my face, watching my reaction as he licks and sucks at my clit. Gentle laps, teasing. He slides his finger through my arousal and pushes inside me.
“Yes.” I say it quietly, but it’s difficult to keep quiet when every movement of his tongue, lips, and finger offers more and more pleasure.
He hums against me, kissing and licking. I lean back against the wall of the boat house. I’m grateful he gave me his jacket—I won’t get splinters in my shoulders.
Molten lust builds within me, filling my limbs with heat, causing my hips to rock forward. I grind against Edmund’s mouth.
His shoulder moves while he feasts on me. Is he—he can’t be—he’s jerking himself off. I wish I could see better. It’s so hot, the way he touches me, the way he’s touching himself. His licking, sucking kisses push me further toward the edge.
I gasp. “I’m—I’m close.”
He moans against me, a rumbling vibration. At the same time, he crooks his finger forward and rubs that very special spot inside me.
I come apart, clutching my dress and his head, my legs shaking. If it weren’t for the wall at my back, I’d fall. He grunts and pushes hard against my leg. A splash of warm, viscous liquid hits my calf as he comes, too.
“So good,” he murmurs before going right back to licking and sucking at me, his finger pumping slowly while I come down. “Let’s do it again.”
Too sensitive. I can’t come again. Worse, if I do, I won’t be able to keep quiet.
“Stop, stop, stop.” I yank on his hair. “I hate you, I hate you.”
He leans back with a grin. Cool air hits my exposed pussy, a stark difference from the heat of his mouth. His green eyes find mine and he slowly eases his finger from me before popping it into his mouth, licking up my juices. “Do you really hate me?”
