CHAPTER643
A bowl of Cheeto’s, plate of cold pizza, candy, and popcorn. There’s bottles of coke on ice too and an array of junk food and such on display. He opted for Sophie food over sexy food and I think I could die from cuteness overload.
“You’re so lame.” I sniff through my blubbering as he hands me a delicate glass, he pours from the champagne bottle.
“I know. I figured I should embrace it.” He grins at me and hands me a napkin to catch my stray tears. I dab my face, overcome with so many emotions that I am finding it hard to contain them and sip my drink to clear my throat. Still tastes weird but I am not about to ruin this moment for him.
“I was a sure thing, none of this was needed.”
“Yeah but you know, you’re my Princess and I couldn’t drag you up here for wedding night sex without making a big deal out of it. It may not be the first time but doesn’t mean it can’t be memorable and special. It’s the first time as my wife.”
“Do I have to drink this and eat your hors d’oeuvres before you get me on the bed?” I ask him innocently and a smile creeps across that face, sending my stomach into a mass of tingles.
“Nope. I’d rather we cut to the getting on the bed and this later.”
“Good, because I am not hungry for food… Just you.” I put my glass down and grab him by his collar, pulling him over so I can lay a kiss on him that kills all doubt as to what I want right now. Arrick drops whatever he’s holding and kisses me back fiercely, pulling my face to his firmly and buries his fingers in my hair. Kissing me like he can’t contain his need for me, and I get lost in the spike of fire between us.
He picks me up, wraps me back around his waist like we were in the garden and walks us to the bed. Glued together, feeding from one another, and clinging desperately as we kiss. I can’t get enough of him and consumed with the longing to be joined once more. It’s been too long.
He drops me on the bed on my back, pulling back to pull my shoes off and throws them over his shoulder, catching the hem of my dress and levering it up and over me in one clean swoop as I wriggle on the bed to help him.
Rolling on petals and having your body licked and kissed and teased by a man with spectacular sex skills is about the single most erotic thing I have ever felt. Arrick has romanced me a million times before, yet somehow this seems much more intense and my body is reacting to him with fire. The smell of the flowers around me, the soft silkiness of both and the smooth cool sheets has me squirming with anticipation as he pulls off my panties and buries his face between my thighs in one swift move.
He’s not mucking around and taking his time. Arrick is probably as wound up as me and desperate to get laid. We don’t do long periods of celibacy very well in a normal month and these past few weeks have heightened this to fever pitch.
I pant as I let out a strangled moan of pleasure and claw at him, arching as I lose control and push my pelvis closer to that teasing tongue. He knows how to hit the right spot and I literally lose control of all my limbs as he probes and sucks and teases me into a frenzy. His hands on my hips to keep me still and I grasp at his wrists to hold on, because my body feels like it’s free falling. He feels so good and I have missed the way he can bring me to this kind of ecstasy so effortlessly.
I don’t know if it’s because it’s been a while or my hormones are still recovering, but within seconds that telltale tingling warmth from my toes starts to move up and envelopes me and I know I will only last seconds before I cum. It’s crazily fast, even for me and I writhe and wriggle in a bid to slow it down. I am all for an orgasm but not when I haven’t had a chance to catch my breath and let it build up to something mind blowing.
“Arrick, wait” I push against his head in panic with the speed I feel it coming and try to get him to slow down. Clenching my thighs on him as he pulls back to look at me. Breathing hard, confused as to why I am stopping him.
“What is it?” he blinks up at me in confusion, his eyes crazily green and lust heavy.
“I didn’t say stop, I said wait… As in slow down. It’s happening too fast.” I grind into him impatiently and he grins at me, all white teeth on show and that beautiful face making me crazy. I catch the look of relief and I guess he maybe thought I wasn’t enjoying it.
“You know multiple orgasms can happen in a quick fuck too.” He grins, and I slap him in his shoulder.
“I thought I told you to not call it that?” I giggle as he catches my mouth with his, climbing on the bed to cage me and kisses me again. I have long gotten used to having him kiss me during oral and don’t even blink an eye at my own salty taste.
“I’ll slow it down.” Arrick strains on one arm as he starts unbuttoning his shirt and I reach up to help him, making short work of helping him get naked. Pulling his pants off as I wriggle to unclip my bra and throw it off the bed until we are both very undressed and molded to one another once more.
“You planning on slow and romantic all night, or are you up for a little more Sophie and Arrick?” I giggle when he trails fingers over my naked breast, making me shiver despite the warmth of the room and he lifts his head from watching his progress to look at me.
“I am open to whatever happens.” He winks, and I know that’s his way of saying ‘if the mood takes you and you want to tie me to the bed, bang me senseless and leave me covered in scratch marks and bruises, then I am game.’"
