Virgin Honeymoon (The Honeymoon Diaries) by Nicolette Lyons Read Free Book Online Page B

I’m grateful one of us knows what we’re doing, though I certainly don’t like the idea of him with someone else.  
    Sean shared his past with me before we took our vows, disclosing a few details I sometimes wish he hadn’t told me due to my own insecurites and confidence issues.
    That’s his past life. You’re his ever-after.
    Sean steps toward me, drawing my attention from my thoughts. He lifts his hands to my shoulders, sliding them gently up my neck to my face, using his thumbs to tilt my head just so. He holds my gaze while he lower his head and brushes his lips across mine.  
    “Mmm. You taste good.”
    He deepens the kiss, his tongue pushing inside my mouth to tangle with my own.
    I’m lightheaded. Whether it’s from nerves or not eating, or his kiss, I don’t know. But it adds to the pleasure and sensation. I grip his shoulders for balance, sliding my hands beneath his tuxedo jacket. I push the jacket to the floor, glad his tie is already hanging loose and several of his shirt buttons are undone. That helps me find my way, unbuttoning his shirt the rest of the way, moving my hands lower and lower until I can touch him unheeded.  
    Sean’s lips are on my neck now, sucking and nibbling my skin, the heat of his mouth countered by the coolness of his hair against my cheek. His hands are on my ribs, his thumbs just beneath my breasts. He pulls me flush against the length of him, his palms grabbing my rear and squeezing, the act revealing his growing arousal.  
    His... cock.  
    I’ve decided cock is the better word. Penis might be the proper term but it sounds too medical. I prefer to think of it as his cock. A cock that will be filling me very soon...
    The thought no sooner flits through my head when Sean uses his grip on my rear to lift me onto my toes, harder against the bulge in his pants. I moan. I can’t help it. The sound brings Sean’s mouth back to mine. This time the kiss is harder, longer, deeper and I realize that while we have spent plenty of time making out, Sean has always held a part of himself back. This kiss is everything those in the past weren’t. This one is forceful, passionate, the kind that makes me want to grab his shoulders and wrap my legs around his waist, all in an attempt to ease the ache growing in my lower belly.
    By the time Sean ends the kiss, I’m gasping for air and I notice something strange. My breasts are peaked and the feel of the lace rubbing against my nipples leaves me resisting the urge to rub my hands over them.  
    Thankfully Sean rubs my breasts for me, then lowers his head and presses a line of kisses from my jaw to my chest, his fingers plucking at the stretchy shoulder straps and pushing one off my shoulder so that he can close his lips around my nipple and suck.  
    Sensation rocks me. The baby doll falls to my feet and I don’t care. I squeeze my thighs tight at the sharp stab of sensation, but the pressure doesn’t help. Every pull of Sean’s lips on my breast leaves me hungering for more. Wanting more. Wanting him. But I can’t make myself say the words because I’m still like that around him. Shy, quiet. The man makes me blush, for heaven’s sake. How can I say the things in my head?
    His hand closes over me and I barely stay on my feet. I lean against Sean and in a quick move he swings me up into his arms and lays me on the bed.  
    I’m sprawled out in a hot-flushed heap, my feet dangling over the side. Sean remains standing there for several long, wildly intense seconds, his gaze hot as he rakes my body from head to toe, all the while yanking at his cufflinks and ridding himself of his shirt, unfastening his belt and shoving his pants low.  
    I’ve seen him in swim shorts, his broad chest and big hairy feet bare. I’ve felt him aroused, straining against the material of his pants when things between us got a little too heated. But I’ve never seen him completely naked and the sight takes my breath away. He’s big all over. Arms,