Mr. Beautiful (Up in the Air #4)(42)

She jumped, her hand flying to her chest.  When she recovered, she glared.  "One of these days, I really am going to put a bell on you."

That surprised a laugh out of me.

She glanced down at the front of my pants, where my erection tented the material out.

Her lips parted as her breath quickened

"Isn't it bad luck for me to see you in the lingerie I'm going to f**k you in at the wedding?"

She gave me a rueful lift of her brow.  "You're getting things mixed up.  You don't f**k at weddings."

"Make love."

She laughed, the sound music to my ears.  "You don't make love at weddings, either."

"Why not?"

"It's . . . inappropriate.  And besides, there's no place to do it.  It's usually in a place crowded with other people."

"The wedding reception, then."

"After the reception, maybe."

I smiled at her fondly.  She knew me better than that, but I didn't pursue it.  It would come up later.  Guaranteed.

"Stand on the table," I ordered her abruptly.

"What?"

I pulled a stepping stool that was used to reach shoes up to the closet's large island dresser.

"Get up there," I told her with a smile.  "Heels off," I added, when she started to move.

She bit her lip and did it.

I looked up at her once she was up there, gauging the position.

I moved to stand on the footstool, then motioned her to me, until she was close enough that I could lean forward and kiss her naval, tonguing the piercing there.

"Will your wedding dress be too thin to hide nipple clamps?"

"Yes," she gasped.

"Hmm, okay, I'll work around it," I said, then pulled off her thong with my teeth.

I threw her leg over my shoulder, gripped her ass in both hands, and went to town on her pu**y, eating her out, feasting on her sweet pink flesh.

I used my tongue to move the little barbell against her cl*t as I shoved my fingers into her, finger f**king her right to the brink.

When she was close, I took my mouth away, ripped my fingers out, and shrugged her leg off my shoulder.

I held my arms up to her.  She leaned unsteadily into them.  I lifted her down.

I took off my slacks.  There was a long narrow bench along one of the walls, and I pulled it out.  One of its sides was much taller than the other, and I leaned back on it.  It was meant for putting on boots, but it had other, better uses as well.

I put my arms behind my head and looked at her.  "Straddle me," I ordered.

She straddled me easily with those long legs of hers.  The bench made for easy access cowgirl.

I gripped her h*ps and looked up into her face as she rubbed her pu**y over my broad tip.

She still had on the lacy white bra, and I left it on.  It was transparent enough that I could see her pebbled ni**les pushing tightly against the material.

"Give me your mouth," I commanded.

She leaned forward, brushing her lips over mine softly.

I parted her lips, pushing my tongue inside.  My hands moved from her h*ps to cup her face as I pushed up into her.

She moaned into my mouth.  I held still like that, not moving my h*ps as I held her impaled and kissed her, over and over.

"We need to discuss some wedding details," I told her between kisses.

She groaned, and it wasn't with pleasure.

I pulled away, hands going back to her hips, eyes on her face.  I lifted her slowly up and down my thick shaft, setting a pace meant to tease more than satisfy.  And her tightness, and my thickness, made it so each drag in and out held a little slice of torture.

I quickened the pace, surging up into her harder, filling and withdrawing, time and again, but never enough.

I stopped abruptly, hands going up into her hair.  I dragged her down for another series of long, drugging kisses.

She groaned loudly as my tongue parted her lips, thrusting inside.  I kissed her, not moving inside of her, until she was on the brink.

I tore my mouth away, gripping her ass, and slowly began to move my hips, leisurely thrusts.

I quickened my pace, driving in more forcefully, but only for a short time.

I stopped, grabbed the back of her neck, and dragged her down for another deep, branding kiss.

I repeated the teasing process, time and again.

I was moving her slowly up and down my shaft when she cried out suddenly, "Is this a punishment?"

"No," I said surprising myself.  "Just a bit of sweet torture.  Savoring the bliss, love.  Have I told you how much I love it when I catch you playing wedding dress up, oh bride of mine?"

She almost smiled, but I'd put her in a state of rapturous agony, and it was more of a pained grimace.

I groaned. I could feel my balls tightening up, my body long since wanting to come, but instead I lifted her off me.

She cried out a protest, and I shot her a warning glance as I stood.

Hooking a finger in her collar, I pulled her from the closet to the bedroom.

I told her to stand still by the bedpost and went to the toy dresser.

Her lacy white thigh-highs were driving me wild, and I barely took my eyes off her to reach for restraints.

I cuffed her arms up above her head, attaching them to a hook high up on the bedpost.