I laughed. "Yes, it does."
"Are you sure?" He kissed me right above the waistline of my pants. "I've been waiting to taste you all day."
I gulped.
"There's nothing I want more right now than to feel your tight pussy come around my tongue." He pulled down slightly on the waistband of my pants. His warm breath sent chills through my body.
Fuck.He knew how horny I got when he talked like that. I felt my hips rise without my brain's permission.
He kissed my hipbone again. "Let me give you what you want. Just say yes, baby."
I laughed and wiggled away from him. "Mouth stuff is against the rules and you know it. You're not going to win this one, James."
He lowered his eyebrows. "What about hand stuff then? Everyone does that." His palm slipped between my thighs, gently massaging me through my pants.
I half groaned half laughed. "Everyone does that? What do you even mean by that?"
He laughed. "Come on. We both knew we'd cheat a little."
"You mean, like this?" I put my hand on his cock that was pressing against his suit pants.
He locked eyes with me, daring me to take it further.
I moved my hand from his base to his tip and watched him staring intently back at me. There was fire in his eyes. I could get him to give into me. I just needed to give him an extra push. "You know you want me on my knees with my lips around your cock. I want you to come in my mouth." I moved off the couch and kneeled in front of him, trailing my hands up his thighs.
His Adam's apple rose and fell.
"I want to swallow every ounce." I reached for the button of his pants. "How about you say yes?"
He grabbed my hand and raised his left eyebrow. "The only thing I'm saying yes to is a cold shower." He got up off the couch and stretched. "You're welcome to join me if you're ready to throw in the towel. Trust me, the reward will be well worth the defeat." His eyes on me made my whole body feel warm. I didn't doubt that he'd be overly generous if I admitted defeat. But I wanted to be the one that made him cave.
I sighed and sat back down on the couch. "Go take your shower, James." I grabbed the remote and tried to focus on my show.
He laughed and walked out of the living room. He took his shirt off as he walked up the stairs and I almost moaned at the sight of his muscular back. I was in trouble.
***
"The cake tasting is Thursday. And I have a dress fitting on Saturday. Besides that, it's only last minute stuff." My head was on James' bare chest and I was savoring the rise and fall of it beneath my cheek. There was an intimacy about this too. I liked being close to him and talking to him. I had never felt so comfortable around anyone in my life. We just fit so perfectly together.
He absentmindedly ran his fingers through my hair. "What kind of dress did you get?"
I laughed and moved some of my weight to my hand so I could look up at him. "I can't tell you that."
He crossed his hands behind his head and smiled. "Not even a hint?"
"Don't you want to be surprised?" I asked.
"I'll tell you what I'm wearing."
I laughed again. "I already know you're wearing a tux."
He raised his eyebrow. "Maybe not." His grin was contagious.
"What else would you wear?"
"Tell me yours and I'll tell you mine."
I leaned over him and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. "I don't think so. Besides, you could wear meggings and a turtleneck and I'd still marry you."
