Bliss by Kaylee Ryan Page 0,81
a Reeves. I’ll cherish it always.” He presses a kiss to my bare shoulder. “Help me, Reese. I need you naked, baby.”
I giggle and reach behind me, showing him the clasp behind my neck. His fingers replace mine as he manages to unhook it and peel the bodice down to my waist. “Son of a bitch? No bra? All fucking day you’ve been sitting next to me in this sexy scrap of material and no bra?”
“The back of my dress is open. What else was I supposed to do?” I chuckle.
“I don’t know. I just figured there was something, but… nothing.” He bends his head and captures a nipple in his mouth. He nips it with his teeth before sucking hard.
“Oh, God,” I moan.
“Naked, Mrs. Reeves,” he says, his voice gravelly.
Hands on his shoulders, I push him away from me. Carefully, I step out of my dress and toss it over a chair to be dealt with later. Next, I move to the barefoot sandals.
“These are sexy as hell,” he says, dropping to his knees and assisting me with their removal.
“Naked, Mr. Reeves,” I say, pointing to his shirt and pants.
“Happy wife, happy life.” He winks and strips out of his clothes.
I stand to take him in my hand, but he steps back. “You can’t touch me. Not right now,” he says. “Panties. Be gentle with them.”
“Why?” I ask, sliding the sheer material over my thighs and down my legs.
“I’m keeping them.”
“Coop, that’s crazy.”
“Not to me. You said I do in those panties. In my eyes, they are just as sacred as that dress over there.” He points to the chair.
I toss my panties to the chair and hold my hands out at my sides. “I’m naked, Mr. Reeves. Now, what are you going to do with me?”
“On the bed,” he demands. I comply and climb on the bed. “I had this plan. It was a great plan. In my head, we came back to the room. I slowly undressed you. Kissed every inch of your skin, and made love to you for hours.” He strokes his hard length. I watch closely as he closes his eyes and takes a few deep breaths. All the while, his hand makes smooth, even strokes. “I can’t do it, Reese. I can’t. I want to go slow, but every fiber of my being is telling me to take what’s mine.”
“Coop.” His name is merely a whisper as my body heats from his words. “Cooper,” I try again. This time, his eyes snap open and land on mine. “I’m yours. Take me.”
“It’s our wedding night.”
“We have every night for the rest of our lives. Besides, I know you. No way are you one and done.”
“Fuck no.”
“Take me.”
He nods, climbing on the bed and settling between my thighs. “All day, Reese. All day I’ve thought about this moment. Why does it feel different, baby? It’s us. But it feels like so much more.”
“It is more. I’m now a Reeves.”
“Damn right you are.” His eyes are hooded as he aligns himself at my entrance.
“I love you, Mr. Reeves.”
“I love you too, Mrs. Reeves,” he replies as he pushes inside me. “Oh, fuck.”
I wrap my arms and legs around him. I hold on as tight as I can. I don’t need sweet and slow. I just need him. I just need my husband. “Coop, I need you.”
“I’m right here. I wish I could tell you what this feels like. I wish I had the words to show you how intoxicated I am by you. Knowing that you’re my wife.” He shakes his head.
“Show me.”
“Reese, you don’t know what you’re asking.”
“Show me how it feels.”
“I feel unhinged. The adrenaline coursing through my veins.”
“You’re always being easy with me, taking it slow. I want that passion, Cooper. I want to feel it.”
“I need to treasure you.”
“You can treasure me after you fuck me.”
He hisses at my words. “Like this?” He pulls out and slams back in.
“Just like that,” I say, barely keeping my eyes from rolling into the back of my head as he thrusts again.
“Mine,” he growls as he unleashes. All I can do is hold on tight as he thrusts harder and faster.
Over and over again, he pounds into me, and it’s the best sex we’ve ever had. I don’t know if it’s because I know he’s mine, and I’m his, or if he’s been holding back on me all this time, but it’s not long before I feel the pressure start to build.
“You’re squeezing my cock.”