afternoon.”
“Did she find anything?”
“No, actually. My dad came along and was very opinionated about everything.”
He grinned. “Your dad is passionate about wedding dresses?”
“He’s trying to stand in for my mom, and in his defense, that’s exactly how she’d act.”
He chuckled. “That’s kinda cute, actually.”
“Yeah, he’s adorable.” Now that I’d forgiven Heath for what he did, I didn’t always think about his actions whenever I mentioned my father. I gave Heath a clean slate, saw him as a different man.
“I’m sure he’ll do the same for you.”
“Yeah, and we’ll scream at each other.”
“You think he won’t like your dress?”
“Not sure. I know I want something more scandalous, so I’m not sure how he’ll feel about it.”
He gave a slight nod in approval. “Yeah…that’s what I want to hear.”
I rolled my eyes playfully, but I felt the smile move into my lips. “Well, we chased my friends away, so I guess there’s no point in sticking around.”
“We didn’t chase them away. They’d watch us have sex if they could.”
“Whoa. What did you say?”
He grinned. “Come on, they would. I’d do it too, but I don’t need to.”
I rose to my feet and smoothed out my dress so my ass wouldn’t hang out.
He gave it a playful spank as he stood up. “What are you wearing underneath?” He grabbed his glass and finished it off before he wiped his mouth with his thumb.
“Nosy, aren’t you?”
His arm curled around my waist, and he walked me out. “Want to be prepared when we get home.” He opened the door for me, and once we were outside in the cold air, he wrapped his arms tighter around me, keeping me warm in the fog. “Black thong? Red panties?” His truck was up ahead, so he fished out his keys and hit the button so the engine would start and the interior would warm up for me.
“No.”
“Hmm…” He cocked an eyebrow as he opened the passenger door for me. “Pink? Purple?” He had my panties memorized pretty well, because he seemed to be thinking of pairs he’d specifically seen on his bedroom floor.
I used his hand for balance to get inside without toppling. “No.”
He stood with his hand on the door, subtly frustrated that he couldn’t guess correctly.
I pushed his chest so he would back up and I could grab the door handle. “I’m not wearing anything.” Then I shut the door in his face.
He stood there, frozen to the spot as he stared at me through the glass. Then his eyes focused harder on my face, and his jaw turned tight like he pictured screwing me right there. His chest rose and fell with the deep breath he took, and he shook his head slightly as he walked away. His voice was audible before he moved around the truck. “Baby…”
He usually undressed me completely before he took me, but he was too anxious to be patient. He shoved my dress to my hips, left my heels on, and sank into me on the bed, his jeans gone but his shirt still covering his torso.
It was the first time he’d been on top of me since his injuries—and he seemed ready for it.
He moaned once he was fully buried within me, his fat and long cock occupying every inch of me, claiming my pussy so aggressively it hurt a little. His face rested above mine, his lips just inches away.
My hands slipped underneath his shirt, and I pulled it up as he started to rock into me, lifted it to his chest so I could feel his strength, see his display of black tattoos.
He reached one hand behind his neck and tugged it free, tossing the fabric to the side so I could enjoy him the way I liked, see his naked strength on top of me. He moved slowly inside me, rocking me with an easy pace, like just being inside me was enough. “Baby…” His forehead rested against mine as he struggled to get used to this, as he controlled himself to keep from letting go right away. Our abstinence had ruined his threshold, and now he had to start over, get used to his cock surrounded by my heat, my wetness.
I didn’t care that he couldn’t last. It was hot watching him struggle, watching him lose the battle with every thrust. Watching him come apart instantly the first time we were together had been a turn-on, because it proved that he’d really been alone, that he really had no exposure to pleasure at all.