Drew + Fable Forever (One Week Girlfriend #3.5)(7)
Author: Monica Murphy

And the lanai with the ocean view is amazing. All open air and giant windows, it’s filled with huge overstuffed couches and chairs, the doors kept wide open so the warm, salty air drifts into the room, washing over our skin. Like our own little paradise, which it is. Right now, I feel like Fable and I are in our own little world, the only two people on this planet.

The sun-kissed air washes over my heated skin at this very moment, not doing a thing to cool me off. Not that I want to be cooled off. I have my wife in my arms, my hands gripping her ass beneath the thin fabric of her bikini bottom. Her body is slammed against mine, warm and soft, her br**sts so snug against my bare chest I can feel her ni**les poking through the fabric of her top.

Our mouths are fused, our tongues sliding against each other, hot and soft. I lift her and she immediately gets what I want, going with me easily, her legs slipping around my waist as she clings to me like she’s never going to let go. I remove one hand from her ass to settle it over the center of her back, slowly tugging the string on her bikini. The knot unravels easily, her top loosening around her chest as I crawl my fingers up her back to her neck, making her giggle against my lips.

“What are you doing?” she asks, muffling her laughter by pressing her lips together as I undo the tie at her nape.

“What does it look like?” I raise a brow and lean away from her a bit, pulling the top off completely and tossing it on the floor. “I’m getting you naked, my pretty wife.”

“I really like it when you call me your wife.” Her green eyes darken, a sure sign she’s aroused. “You should return the favor, you know, and get naked, too.”

“I need to get you completely naked first.” I drop her on the bed, smiling when she bounces on the mattress.

“I’ll help you with that.” She flashes me a wicked smile as she reaches for the little strings that wrap around her hips and starts pushing the bottoms down those smooth, tanned legs of hers. That swimsuit I bought her earlier is almost indecent. It barely covers her and it cost a fortune.

Worth every dime I spent.

She looks f**king amazing. She’s a tease with the suit on and a siren with it off.

And now the suit is most definitely off. She’s flung the bikini bottoms onto the floor along with the top and then leans back against the pillows at the head of the bed, elbows propped, legs bent at the knees. She spreads them the slightest bit, offering me a view of all that she has, and that’s it.

I’m done for.

A throaty laugh escapes her as I hurriedly shove my swim trunks off me, kicking them away. My dick is painfully hard as I join her on the bed. Last night had been amazing, nonstop sex, with us falling asleep and waking up a few hours later only to go at it again. We’d been so busy with other stuff, especially this last month, it’s like we were making up for lost time.

My life has been nothing but go, go, go since I signed with the Niners. The intense training and practice wore me completely out. Then with all the planning of the trip and wedding, the packing, and the long flight, we’d both collapsed into bed the first night we got to the island.

The emotional sunset ceremony on the beach, the realization that this was it, we were officially married, revved up my energy level big time. It seemed to do the same for her, because holy hell, we were crazed for each other.

Our connection was stronger than ever. Last night, the sex had been ferocious, intense, all-consuming. I feel that way every time I see her, touch Fable, kiss her.

I should be exhausted but I’m not. My body is on high alert, my skin so tight and hot I feel like I’m going to burst as I let my gaze rove over my new wife’s sexy-as-hell body. Damn, she’s beautiful. Will I ever grow tired of looking at her? Touching her? Kissing her? Fucking her?

No. Never.

“Come here, Drew,” she says, her voice a husky whisper, and I crawl up the bed, crawl up over her. She spreads her legs and I settle in between them, my hips nudging against hers, my insistent c**k rubbing her soft belly. She slips her arms around my neck as I bend my head to kiss her, drink from her lips, taste her tongue. Her hands bury in my hair as I break away from her to trail kisses down the length of her neck, her collarbone, her chest, the tops of her br**sts.

I can feel the slight tremble run beneath her skin, feel her racing heart as I kiss a path down the fragrant valley between her br**sts. Her fingers curl in my hair when I lick her nipple. Those same fingers pull hard when I suck her nipple between my lips.

God, she tastes amazing. Her legs curl around my hips, her feet slide along my legs, and I want inside her. Now.

But I also want to make it good for her and draw this out. So I do.

“Drew.” She whispers my name but I ignore her, continue my path with my lips along her skin. I kiss her stomach, lick her belly button, and make her giggle. The heat between her legs radiates toward me, drawing me closer, drawing me in, and I shift down, my head between her legs, a little chuckle escaping me when she spreads them at the perfectly precise moment.

Resting my hands on the inside of her thighs, I spread her wider, then bend down, planting a chaste kiss on the center of her. Another giggle escapes her and she pulls my hair, then pushes my head.

Down.

“You want this? You want me to make you come?” I ask because I’m feeling evil, still wanting to draw this out.

“Yes,” she breathes with a little nod, her gaze meeting mine. Those pretty green eyes are wide and fathomless, seeing everything, all of me, and not shying away. Not running away, either.

I’m a lucky son of a bitch to have found her. A smart one, too, since I just made her mine in the most legal sense.

Without another word, I lean in and devour her. Search her pink folds with my lips and tongue, suck her, lick her, slide a finger inside of her, then another, f**king her with my mouth and fingers until she’s a writhing mess, my name falling from her lips when the orgasm slams into her.

Her body quivers beneath my lips, around my fingers, and then I’m pulling away from her, settling on my knees before her as I curl my hand around my c**k and guide myself inside her still pulsating body. She stiffens beneath me, still so overcome with her orgasm I don’t think she realized I was about to enter her until it was too late.

But she’s not protesting. Her softening, welcoming body accepts me readily and I slide deep, as deep as I can get, pausing above her so I can stare down at her flushed face. Her eyes slowly open and she stares up at me for a long, quiet moment. I don’t move, don’t dare make a sound, just savor the feeling of being buried deep inside my wife, the two of us now one.