Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 38317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
“Even if I do it’s not like I’m going to model it for you.”
She rolls her eyes. “It goes on under your wedding dress that I have to help you into.” She smirks. I huff, letting the curtain fall back closed. It takes me a second to get into it. Once I have it on, I gasp when I turn to see myself in the mirror.
For once I don’t hate my hips. I have a perfect hourglass figure. It makes me feel sexy. It instantly makes me wonder what Gerrit’s reaction will be when he sees me in it. Kinley pops her head in, breaking me from my thoughts.
“Damn, sis.” I bite my lip. “Does it look good?”
“Oh yeah.” She wiggles her eyebrows. “How’s the downstairs? You going to need a wax before your big night?” I look down at myself. I hadn't even thought about that. I keep myself trimmed up, but with the light on the white material you can see even the smallest dusting of my hair.
“Isn’t that painful?”
“I think. I’ll get one with you.” She lets the curtain drop back and off she goes. Hopefully not for more lingerie. I stare at myself for a moment longer, hoping that Gerrit thinks I look as sexy as I feel in this.
My lips tingle thinking about the kiss he gave me when I was fully clothed. The thought of how he’ll react to seeing me in this makes my nipples hard.
I turn when the curtain starts to open again thinking it's a store associate that has something else for me to try on. I’m pretty sure Evelyn thinks I’m a doll. She keeps picking things out for me and having them sent to the fitting room. Yet, when I look up, my gaze locks with Gerrit’s. I stand there for a moment in shock. He steps in, quickly closing the curtain. He gives it an extra pull like he’s trying to make sure it’s securely closed.
“What are you doing?” I try to cover up with my hands, but there is too much skin showing to cover anything up.
“I’m taking what’s mine.” Before I can even process what he said, his hands are in my hair as his mouth comes down onto mine in an all-consuming kiss. I open for him, letting a tiny moan escape me.
“What the fuck is she wearing? Is she trying to kill me?” He says so low I almost don’t hear it. I don’t think he meant to say it out loud. I can’t answer anyway because his mouth is back on mine again.
Who knew a kiss could make your whole body light up? I’ve had a few kisses in my life, but they were nothing compared to this one. It is what dreams are made of. As he dominates my mouth, he presses me against the mirror on the wall.
I let out a gasp when I feel his hand slip into my panties. His mouth leaves mine as he kisses my neck. His hand slips down more before his fingers part my sex. My breathing is heavy as I fight not to moan.
“Want me to play with your clit, love?” I nod my head. He gives my neck a small bite that goes straight to my throbbing clit. “Then say it.”
“Please touch me.”
“I think you can do better than that.”
I whimper. My shy side begins to rear its head, but before I can clam up, Gerrit gives me another little bite.
“Please play with my clit. Make me come.” My face feels as if it’s on fire at my words.
“See, that wasn’t so hard. All you have to do is ask and I’ll make it happen for you.” I think he’s trying to tell me something, but I can’t think straight right now.
His fingers find my throbbing clit and begin to give me what I need. I almost feel ashamed at how wet I am. Is this normal? I’ve never been this turned on in my life.
His mouth travels down to my breast. He gives a tug and one of my breasts falls out. He devours it. I shake my head. The sensation is almost unbearable. I’ve never felt this much pleasure before.
“I can't, it's too much,” I breathe out. I feel the orgasm pushing down on me, and I know this one is going to be nothing like the few I’ve given myself.
“Want me to stop?”
“No,” I snap out quickly.
“Good. I want to see you come for me.” His eyes lock with mine. Possessiveness and need are what I see when I look into them.
“Gerrit.” I don’t know why I’m saying his name.
“Got you, love.” His free hand comes up to press against my mouth. His eyes never leave mine. “Give it to me,” he orders, and his tone leaves no room for argument. I come for him as though my body has been waiting for his command.