pushing me into the middle of an intense and overwhelming orgasm.
"Christ, shit. Jessica," I call out from the sheer weight of the pleasure coursing through each and every one of my cells. "I fucking can't believe it." I can't. It's so good. It's only gotten better and better. We know each other's bodies so well. She knows how to make me come so hard.
"Nathan," she whispers my name only the way she can. "I loved that."
"I love you." I curl up next to her, pulling her warm, nude body into my chest. "I fucking love you."
Chapter 4
"Your tits are way too big for that dress."
"I know," she throws the words at me as she stares at herself in the full length mirror on the back of the closet door. "I sent my sister the measurements but I feel like I'm going to have a nipple slip."
"I don't mind," I tease. Truth is I do mind. If that piece of shit ex-boyfriend of hers is at this wedding he's going to be drooling all over Jessica in that sad excuse of a dress her sister ordered for her. "Maybe your dress is mixed up with one of the bridesmaids."
"They're wearing a different color." She shrugs at her own reflection in the mirror as she hikes up the front of the strapless, navy blue, floor length dress yet again. "I look ridiculous."
She doesn't. She looks fucking breathtaking. She's pulled her hair up into a messy bun on the top of her head. She's wearing minimal make up and her hourglass figure is on full display in the dress. I can't fathom why her sister chose this dress for her. Any man in the church is going to fall to his knees and praise the heavens for this vision. "You look beautiful." I toss her a cheesy smile as I watch her tenderly try to fasten the clasp on the necklace I bought her for her birthday a few months ago. The chain is delicate, the single sapphire stone in the center of the silver pendant a constant reminder of the color of her eyes. I had my friend, Ivy, design it in her studio just for Jessica. She wears it almost daily and each time I see it around her neck, I'm in awe of how its beauty only adds to her own.
"Help me, please." She smiles at my reflection in the mirror. "I only need your help with the necklace. Don't touch the dress."
I throw my head back in laughter. The first time she asked me to zip her up this afternoon I pushed the dress down and pinched her nipples while she rubbed her hand over her wetness until she came in the mirror for me. This time I'll try and behave. "I won't touch the dress." I pitch my hands in the air in playful surrender. "I'll help with the necklace and then we'll go."
She nods as her eyes stare into mine in the mirror. "You're so handsome, Nathan."
I pull my gaze away from hers. I do it as much to focus on the small clasp of the necklace as to regain my composure. She sees into the deepest parts of me. She knows me better than anyone ever has and she still adores me, flaws and all. It's moments like this when I question whether I'm good enough for her. She's perfection and innocence woven into the most beautiful creature I've ever seen. I'm jaded, used and cynical. I can't help but wonder what I've done in this lifetime to deserve this much happiness.
"Nathan?" Her soft voice calls to me as I stare at the clasp. My fingers are still inches apart. I haven't moved since she told me how handsome she thinks I am. "Is it broken?"
"No." I fasten it before adjusting the chain around her neck. "It's perfect, Jessica. Just like you."
***
"Have you ever fucked in the backseat of a Cadillac?" A woman's voice assaults me from the right.
I feel as though I've been transported back to my teenage years. Judging by the reception hall and the outfits of the majority of the guests, I'd say I'm right on target with that estimation. Now, I'm being propositioned by a woman who looks like a librarian, knee high wool socks and all.
"Did you hear me, gorgeous?" She steps closer and I inch back towards the makeshift wooden bar.
"I'll have a bourbon neat, and
"Christ, shit. Jessica," I call out from the sheer weight of the pleasure coursing through each and every one of my cells. "I fucking can't believe it." I can't. It's so good. It's only gotten better and better. We know each other's bodies so well. She knows how to make me come so hard.
"Nathan," she whispers my name only the way she can. "I loved that."
"I love you." I curl up next to her, pulling her warm, nude body into my chest. "I fucking love you."
Chapter 4
"Your tits are way too big for that dress."
"I know," she throws the words at me as she stares at herself in the full length mirror on the back of the closet door. "I sent my sister the measurements but I feel like I'm going to have a nipple slip."
"I don't mind," I tease. Truth is I do mind. If that piece of shit ex-boyfriend of hers is at this wedding he's going to be drooling all over Jessica in that sad excuse of a dress her sister ordered for her. "Maybe your dress is mixed up with one of the bridesmaids."
"They're wearing a different color." She shrugs at her own reflection in the mirror as she hikes up the front of the strapless, navy blue, floor length dress yet again. "I look ridiculous."
She doesn't. She looks fucking breathtaking. She's pulled her hair up into a messy bun on the top of her head. She's wearing minimal make up and her hourglass figure is on full display in the dress. I can't fathom why her sister chose this dress for her. Any man in the church is going to fall to his knees and praise the heavens for this vision. "You look beautiful." I toss her a cheesy smile as I watch her tenderly try to fasten the clasp on the necklace I bought her for her birthday a few months ago. The chain is delicate, the single sapphire stone in the center of the silver pendant a constant reminder of the color of her eyes. I had my friend, Ivy, design it in her studio just for Jessica. She wears it almost daily and each time I see it around her neck, I'm in awe of how its beauty only adds to her own.
"Help me, please." She smiles at my reflection in the mirror. "I only need your help with the necklace. Don't touch the dress."
I throw my head back in laughter. The first time she asked me to zip her up this afternoon I pushed the dress down and pinched her nipples while she rubbed her hand over her wetness until she came in the mirror for me. This time I'll try and behave. "I won't touch the dress." I pitch my hands in the air in playful surrender. "I'll help with the necklace and then we'll go."
She nods as her eyes stare into mine in the mirror. "You're so handsome, Nathan."
I pull my gaze away from hers. I do it as much to focus on the small clasp of the necklace as to regain my composure. She sees into the deepest parts of me. She knows me better than anyone ever has and she still adores me, flaws and all. It's moments like this when I question whether I'm good enough for her. She's perfection and innocence woven into the most beautiful creature I've ever seen. I'm jaded, used and cynical. I can't help but wonder what I've done in this lifetime to deserve this much happiness.
"Nathan?" Her soft voice calls to me as I stare at the clasp. My fingers are still inches apart. I haven't moved since she told me how handsome she thinks I am. "Is it broken?"
"No." I fasten it before adjusting the chain around her neck. "It's perfect, Jessica. Just like you."
***
"Have you ever fucked in the backseat of a Cadillac?" A woman's voice assaults me from the right.
I feel as though I've been transported back to my teenage years. Judging by the reception hall and the outfits of the majority of the guests, I'd say I'm right on target with that estimation. Now, I'm being propositioned by a woman who looks like a librarian, knee high wool socks and all.
"Did you hear me, gorgeous?" She steps closer and I inch back towards the makeshift wooden bar.
"I'll have a bourbon neat, and
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