“Sure you’re not. I bet you’re also wondering if I’m totally crazy, and I’m telling you I’m not.”
“But why?” she said softly.
“Because I want a new experience, and you’re it.” I kissed her neck gently, and she let out a soft moan. “I want to experience you, Natalie.”
“I don’t know.”
My hands moved up her thigh. “I know.”
She wrapped her arms around my neck. “Why me?”
“The second I saw you, I knew I wanted you.”
I found her pussy, warm and wet. I knew she was practically begging for it, but I had no clue just how soaked she was going to be.
“Say yes,” I whispered as I gently rubbed her.
“I don’t know,” she moaned.
“Marry me, Natalie.”
She paused as I slipped my fingers down her panties and touched her clit, rubbing softly.
“Okay,” she said.
I kissed her hard on the lips, losing myself.
Chapter Three: Natalie
I woke up with a start.
For a second, I thought I was hungover. But I quickly realized that I hadn’t really drunk that much the night before. I looked around my hotel room and smiled at Pace’s snoring face.
And then what had happened came flooding back to me.
Lucas, the limo, the ceremony. He was mysterious and sexy and incredible. I couldn’t believe I did it, but it was beyond the most exciting night of my life.
And it started with his fingers on my clit, rubbing me in agonizingly incredible circles. He kissed me hard and I kissed him back, hungry, hungrier, as he pressed against me, his fingers working my pussy. I spread my legs wide for him, letting him take me, and I couldn’t believe it.
I couldn’t believe I was kissing a man like Lucas, letting him touch me, following his lead. As he pressed a finger deep inside me, I felt the sweet pleasure rock my spine. I kissed him hard as he worked me.
“This is just a taste, Natalie,” he whispered in my ear as he rubbed my clit. “This is just a little bit of what I want to make you feel.”
The pleasure was overwhelming. My pussy was soaked, had been ever since we’d started dancing. I didn’t want to say no, couldn’t say no. What he was suggesting was crazy though. Marry him? It couldn’t be real; it definitely couldn’t be.
But the way he made my pussy feel, the way my head spun when he whispered dirty words in my ears, I just couldn’t stop myself.
I was saying yes.
The orgasm rocked through my body. I came on his fingers, his practiced fingers. He whispered in my ear the whole time, dirty words, as I came and came hard.
“Come on my hands, Natalie. I love this slick pussy. Come for me now and I’ll make you my bride. Then I’ll make you feel things you didn’t know you could feel. I’ll slide my thick cock between your legs, fuck you until your knees shake.”
The orgasm rocked through me, rolled up my spine. I was spinning on an incredible cloud.
The orgasm. From only his fingers. My only orgasm of the night.
I shook my head, looking at the window. I wasn’t sure what time it was. Part of me couldn’t believe what had happened.
I still didn’t know his last name.
“Nat?” I looked over and Pacey as awake. “Where did you come from?”
She sat up, her head in her hands. “I feel like fucking shit.”
“I know. I saw the puke in the toilet.”
She made a face. “Oh god. I’m so sorry.”
I laughed. “It’s okay. It’s Vegas, right?”
“Speaking of which.” She looked up at me, grinning. “What happened to you last night?”
I opened my mouth but stopped. How could I explain it to her? Well, I married a guy, but I freaked out after the ceremony and made him take me home. I couldn’t say that, but I didn’t want to lie.
“Nothing really happened,” I said, telling a half-truth. “We didn’t sleep together or anything.”
“Seriously?” She looked genuinely surprised. “That guy was gorgeous, Nat. Why not?”
“Well,” I said slowly, “it got a little weird, I guess. Freaked me out, moved too fast.”
She sighed. “Typical,” she said, grumbling. “A guy wants to do more than kiss you and you’re suddenly freaking out.”
I nodded sheepishly. “That’s right. Silly old me.”
“Ugh, I need to wash this vomit taste from my mouth.” She stood up and walked into the bathroom unsteadily.
I felt bad about keeping the truth from her, but it was just all too soon and too strange. I kept thinking about the way he got me off, so confidently and seriously, and then about what had happened afterward.