The Sweetest Gift - Scarlett Cole Page 0,39
and attempted to slide further. The tulle bunched up between them.
“Babe, you look great in this, but it’s a lot of fucking dress.”
Lia laughed. “Help me get the underskirts off.”
“This thing is detachable? Fuck, I should have asked the driver for an hour.”
She lifted the skirt of the dress to reveal the waistband of the underskirts. “Pull this off,” she instructed.
Reid reached for them as she lifted her hips. “Good thing this is a fucking limo and not my truck,” he grumbled.
“Good things come to those who wait.”
“Babe, I’ve been waiting an hour to come since I saw you walk down the aisle, taking in the fucking light you are.” He battled with the underskirt, ending up on the floor of the limo between her legs as he wrestled with the yards and yards of tulle. Once he’d got it free of her heels, he flung it down the length of the limo. He ran his hands up her calves, and when he reached her knees, he pushed her legs apart. “Now, where was I, Mrs. Kennedy?”
She loved the glint in his eye and bit her lip. “We were talking about coming.”
“Right. As much as I love this lingerie, I’m going to have to take some of it off. Should be easier than the fucking skirt, though.”
Lia laughed and raised her hips again. She slid the underwear over her hips, and Reid did the rest. He folded them and slipped them inside his jacket pocket. “You won’t be needing those again, today, Mrs. Kennedy.”
Before she could respond, he tugged her toward the end of the seat and pressed his face between her legs, his tongue lapping her clit before circling it gently.
She grabbed his hair, holding him against her, her pulse racing. “Just like that, Reid.”
When he slid a finger into her, she opened her legs even wider. She didn’t give a shit what happened to her dress, to her make-up, or even her hair. All that mattered was that she got to orgasm before she had to smile for another photograph.
Lia ground her hips against his face, relishing the way his scruff burned against the sides of her thighs.
“Fuck, Babe,” Reid groaned. He batted her skirt out of his way. “I can’t wait.”
He unzipped his pants and lowered his underwear. Lia reached for his heavy length, all hard and aroused. “Neither can I,” she said, huskily. Quickly, he pulled a strip of condoms out of his jacket pocket.
“More than one? You’re a regular Boy Scout, always prepared.”
“Have you seen how good you look, Mrs. Kennedy? You think I don’t want to hit this at least three times before we get home?”
Lia smiled at his gruff tone.
“Ready, Babe?”
Lia nodded. “Ready, Husband.”
“That sounds so fucking good coming from that mouth of yours.” Reid lined himself with her entrance and inched slowly inside.
“Reid,” Lia gasped.
His lips met hers, his hands sliding between her ass and the cream leather of the limo, holding her exactly where he wanted her. Once seated fully inside her, stretching her deliciously to her limit, he broke the kiss and studied her face. His eyes shone with the love he had for her, she could feel it filling her.
“You made me the luckiest man on the planet, Lia. I can’t believe I get to spend the rest of my life with you.”
“Hopefully, we spend it doing just this,” she gasped, grasping the headrest behind her.
When he pressed his thumb to her clit, she bucked against his hand. “I’m all for that, Babe. I want to see you cream up my cock, want to see your eyes glaze over like they always do when you’re about to come. I want to hear my wife cry out my name as she wrings my cock dry.”
His voice was breathless as he thrust against her, a deliberate pace determined to drive her wild.
And it worked.
“Reid,” she gasped.
“What, Mrs. Kennedy? Want a little more of this?” He rolled his hips against hers, pulling her closer to the edge of the seat in the limo.
“Yes,” she cried. “Just like that. Make me come, Reid. I need to.”
If the service that had taken place in the church was their marriage, then this was their real vows. The purest of moments when they pledged their bodies as well as their hearts to each other.
“Fuck, you’re squeezing the hell out of my cock. So wet.” He took some of her wetness and spread it to her clit so he could stroke it without friction. The pressure increased.
“Kiss