Playing with my clit, already so sensitive.
I leaned back against him with a moan. His lips found my neck, the curve of my shoulder, as his fingers kept moving between my legs and I grabbed his forearm to hold myself up.
“This dress,” he said against my skin.
“What about it?”
His free hand found the neckline, the soft fabric gathered at my shoulders, and tugged it down just enough to free my breast. He cupped it and flicked my nipple with one thumb, and I exhaled a harsh breath.
“Watching you walk down the aisle in this?” His thumb moved again, back and forth. “Seven months pregnant in a white dress and I forgot every word I was supposed to say.”
“You seemed to remember them fine.”
“Eventually.” He pressed his lips to my shoulder. “Barely.”
His hand left my breast and gathered the skirt—yards of soft white fabric—pulling it up slowly. I felt the cool air on my bare skin, then his hand between us…then his cock.
“Still good?” he asked.
I laughed softly. “You really don’t have to ask every time.”
“But I will,” he said. “You deserve that.”
I looked back at him, meeting his eyes. “Yes,” I said. “I want my husband to make love to me.”
“Good,” he grinned, catching my chin in one hand. “Because I want to make love to my wife.”
He kissed me then, hard…and with his free hand, he lined himself up.
Thrust home.
We both moaned, our lips parting as we breathed together.
He pulled out to thrust into me again, clutching me to his chest.
“My wife,” he said low into my ear. “My beautiful wife…”
He started a rhythm, slow and gentle…this agonizing drag out, then a sharp thrust back in. I grabbed the bedpost in front of me and held on, enjoying the way I could fall into it like listening to a metronome, my breasts swaying beneath me, Forrest’s hands on my hips.
“You feel so good, Willa,” he murmured. “Look so pretty with your skirt hitched up around your waist…and your pussy—fuck—clenching around me?—”
“I want it harder,” I interrupted, knuckles white on the bedpost. “Please?—”
“I know what you need.” Hie hand moved to my breast again and he pinched my nipple hard. “You’re going to have to be patient.”
“I’ve been patient all day too.”
He laughed low against my shoulder. “Fair point.”
He thrust deeper and a little faster…I gasped and he did it again, finding the angle he wanted.
Then he found my clit.
That was when my knees buckled.
I had to drop my elbows to the bed, let go of the bedpost…arch my back. Forrest held me up with one hand and kept playing with my clit with the other, and his pace started to increase…
I was coming. I was coming so hard it made light dance behind my eyelids.