Before I could let it fall, Matthew stood up and opened it up just enough to expose my br**sts. Another shiver coursed through me. It felt as though Matthew was seeing my naked body for the first time. When he licked my shoulder, I shuddered again. Oh God! Just that one lick did crazy things to me. I wanted more.

Matthew continued kissing and licking down to my br**sts, then further down. It was a good thing I had just fed Addison or milk would have poured out of me. I closed my eyes and threw my head back, enjoying every second of pleasure he was giving me. With a flick of his hand, the robe dropped.

Matthew gently lay me down, spread my legs, and continued where he’d left off. The sensation of his wet tongue right next to my clit made me explode. Needing more, I shifted my body. I moaned loudly when Matthew’s mouth fell perfectly on my clit. Oh God that felt so good. “Matthew,” I screamed.

“You like that, Becca?” he asked as he moved up and pressed his dick against me through the material of his briefs.

I gripped a fistful of his hair. “Yes, I want you inside of me, now. But go slow.”

Matthew put on a condom. “I’m going to have to go slow. It’s been so long. I don’t think I can be inside of you too long. I want to make you feel good. Let me make you come with my fingers.”

Holy shit! My head was spinning in ecstasy. Matthew was bringing me over the edge with his fingers. The way he licked, teased, and flicked my clit, I was beyond ready for him.

“Matthew, please. No more. I need you inside me.” Shuddering with pleasure, my body squirmed and ached for him. He didn’t give me a warning. The most pleasurable sensation shot through me when he entered me. “Oh, God, Matt. Yes.”

As Matthew continued to make love to me, he cupped my face and gazed at me with tenderness, with respect, and with love. I loved this man more than I could have ever imagined. He was not just my husband-to-be, he was my soul mate, my best friend, and my everything. “I love you,” I murmured under my breath, erupting from this beautiful feeling that could only be given by Matthew.

“I love you more.” I knew he meant it...I could see it in his eyes, feel it in his touch, and hear it in the sounds he made as he made love to me. Matthew loved me. It had taken me a while to accept that someone like him could truly love someone like me. I was no longer an ass**le magnet. I was for sure Matthew’s magnet. We would stick together through thick and thin, and in my case in sickness and in health. I couldn’t wait for what life had in store for us, because I would have the best husband that was made perfectly for me.

Jenna

Max and I were on the same page that night. He wanted me as much as I wanted him. It was difficult to control the heated feeling when Max kept on sliding his hand up my dress during dinner. I had to slap it away without making a scene. I had to admit, it wasn’t entirely his fault. My spaghetti with sausage dinner was making me think perverted thoughts. The sausage was as big as Max’s dick, and I couldn’t stop thinking about licking it. There were a couple of moments when I purposely placed my hand on him. He coughed and sat taller so he wouldn’t make a scene. I had a few laughing moments.

“Do you like what I’m wearing, Max?” I leaned against the doorframe, looking as seductive as I could. I was still shy at times, but knowing Max loved to see me in anything I wore made it that much easier to show him my naughty side. I had put on black lingerie I’d bought online recently. It was a low cut, see-through lace. It even came with garter stockings and a long black silk robe to match the outfit. I looked like a high-class hooker.

Max turned as soon as he heard my voice. He had just laid Connor down for the night and walked into our bedroom. His eyes darkened with greed, taking in the vision of me. “Jenna,” he growled, coming for me with that slow, seductive walk. He yanked his purple tie off and twisted it around his hand. By the time he reached for me, his shirt was unbuttoned all the way. “You look like you want to be f**ked, Mrs. Knight.” It was amazing how much I had changed. Max would never have used the word “fuck” with me before because I would have cringed, but now I was okay with it...in fact, it made me more aroused.

“Yes, I do, Mr. Knight.”

There were no words after that, Max claimed my mouth in hunger. His stubble felt achingly good against my skin as he continued to kiss and lick my neck and shoulders. “I’m going to tie you up and make love to you until you scream my name,” he said, placing his hands tightly on my ass.

Oh how his words could do erotic things to me. The next thing I knew, he had tied my hands to the bedpost at the foot of the bed. “I’m going to kiss every inch of you.”

Max did just that. I was drowning in his touch, his love, his wet licks that drove me to scream his name. “Max.” I heaved a deep breath. As he licked and sucked my clit, his magic fingers did wonders to my body. Pleasurable sensations traveled through every vein, every bone, and every muscle. Quivering, I lost all sense of reality, of time.

When Max took a moment to take off his clothes, I watched him as I panted, out of breath. Max was beautiful, inside and out. He was the epitome of what a man should look and act like. He was the epitome of an ideal husband. And I was lucky that we had found each other.

“I love you, Jenna,” he said, purposely grazing his stubbles down my body. Oh God! I arched my back. I wanted more, yet it was too much. It was painfully pleasant and he knew it did crazy things to me. The sensation was overwhelming, like tiny electric sparks shooting through my skin. I wanted to touch him so badly, but I was tied up.