Sara Orwig - Platinum Grooms - Pregnant at the Wedding

She unfastened his trousers and he stepped out of them, yanking off his socks and tossing them away. He was aroused, thick and ready, and she hooked her fingers in his briefs to peel them down. She came up slowly, running her hands along his legs, trailing her tongue over him, looking at his spectacular body, his thick rod, which was throbbing for her now.

He caught her to lift her up into his embrace. Thrilling to everything he did, she locked her arms around his neck and nuzzled him, letting go of all her anger.

They kissed with mutual heat, hearts thudding. She could feel his pounding heart beneath her fingers as she caressed his chest. She knew his need was escalating as swiftly as hers. She wanted her husband and she hoped to seduce him as much as he enticed her.

In the bedroom, he set her on her feet and yanked away the covering on the bed. She was oblivious to their surroundings, seeing only the virile, naked man standing before her. She reached for him, grasping his slender hips, and then her hands played over him and slid around to his firm buttocks. She knelt, exploring his muscled thighs while she traced her tongue across his belly and heard his deep intake of breath.

Her fingers found his shaft, thick and hard, and she stroked him before she took him into her mouth. Her tongue circled the velvet tip as she remembered the textures of him, learned what excited him most, discovered more about his responses.

Making a sound deep in his throat, he slipped his hands beneath her arms and hauled her to her feet, and his scalding look was as evocative as a kiss.

“You’re the woman of my dreams and fantasies,” he rasped in a deep voice, making her wonder if he meant what he said or was lost in passion. Kissing her, he drew her into his embrace, holding her with one arm while his other hand slid down to caress her.

Moaning, she burned with need for him. Her cries were taken by his mouth on hers. His shaft was hard against her belly, a reinforcement of what he’d told her. He leaned away to look at her. “I want to make love to you until you let me do everything to pleasure you. I know how passionate you can be, and memories of our lovemaking have tormented me night after night. This is a sweet revenge for those sleepless hours,” he whispered, leaning down for another fiery kiss.

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