Chapter 2: Building Tension
The day had gone fucking perfect. The sun shone like a spotlight on Steph's sun-kissed skin as she stood at the altar, her blonde hair glowing like a goddamn angel against the open blue sky. She wore a fitted, lace, white dress that hugged her slender waist, rounded ass, and perfectly protruding hips—a vision of unmarred beauty. She ought to have been the one being worshipped. That day had been a celebration of love and desire.
Five years later, the sparks had never dimmed between them. The fire-like lust crackled with volatile intensity, and more often than not, their lovemaking sessions ended up with their bodies entangled, sweaty, and satisfied.
He watched as she seductively rolled the elegant crystal flute filled with bubbling champagne between her slender fingers. He imagined tracing the soft curve of her breast, dipping beneath her silky robe and cupping the flesh, discovering once more that her nipples had hardened, aching for attention.
He wanted to bend her over the marble bathtub, hoist her delicate dress, let the material fall around her hips, and take her from behind.
She caught him staring, and with a raised brow, she turned on the sensual charm. In one swift move, she locked her foot behind his ankle, pulled him closer, and kissed him deeply. He groaned into her mouth, tasting the champagne, and let his tongue dive into her sweetness.
His cock was already straining in his pants. He couldn't take it anymore. He needed satisfaction, and he needed it now.
Mike grabbed her hips and lifted her. She let out a soft giggle before wrapping her legs around his waist as he carried her to the plush, armless chair in the corner of the room. The elegant robe she was wearing—billowing behind her, revealing a sliver of her toned thighs. She trailed her nails across his chest, causing him to hiss with a mix of pleasure and pain.
He laid her down gently, but with a desperate hunger in his eyes.
The chair was elegantly padded with velvety fabric, perfect to sink into their desire. Her robe fell open, revealing a lace-trimmed lingerie set, making him weak at the knees. He couldn't help but tug at the bow of her bra, and it sprung open eagerly, revealing her perky, pink nipples, already tight in anticipation.
"Goddamn, Stephanie," he whispered, staring down at her perfect body, as he discarded her bra onto the floor.
He smiled wickedly, dipping his head to take her nipple into his mouth. Her back arched, pushing her chest into him, seeking more. Her moans echoed in the room, and he felt her fingertips travel the nape of his neck, playing with his hair, before grabbing with force. She hissed through gritted teeth, "Mike."
He sucked harder, drawing pleasure from her reactions. His hands reached around, sliding beneath her lace thong, cupping her ass. The silky fabric did little to hide the wetness he felt coating her core.