23. Bernadette

As soon as the door was shut behind the two of us, Lucas pushed me against the wall, leaning to breath in my ear. "I've been wanting you all night. You have no idea how fucking hard you make me." He guided my hand down to feel where his cock was, which was already erect.

I gasped and he kissed me, pressing his lips harshly against mine with bruising force. He took my bottom lip between his teeth, sucking in such a way that made my stomach churn and my feet curl inside of my shoes.

From romantic to sexual in a matter of seconds, this was the Lucas that I had come to know. And I liked it quite a lot.

He turned me on, then made me swoon. It was exactly the kind of thing that I was into.

"You like that," he mumbled, not quite taking his lips off of mine.

"Yes, I like that a lot," I said, then kissed him again. He let me take control this time, and I bit down gently, testing the waters. He groaned into my mouth and so I did the same as he had, taking his bottom lip between my teeth and sucking.

I wondered if it would leave a bruise, or if it would hurt tomorrow. All I knew was that in that moment it felt awfully good, and it seemed to be doing a number on Lucas too.

He kissed me back fiercely, his hands grasping at my bottom and pulling me closer. I could feel his hard cock pressing against me as he kissed me, and it made my insides churn with desire.

"I want you," I whispered against him.

"Mhm, just wait," he said. "I'll give you a good time tonight, I promise."

"I want you now though," I whined. "Like really bad. I'm aching for you, Lucas."

"Oooh, baby, you don't know how happy that makes me to hear that. But just be patient, just a little bit longer, I promise."

He kissed me rougher, then moved his way to my jaw and down my neck. I cried out as he took a bit of my skin between his teeth—hard enough to be pleasurable but not hard enough to leave a mark.

"Ahhh, Lucas," I cried out.

"That's it baby. Show me what feels good, just like that."

He began to massage my breast through my dress, then tugged at the hem of it, silently asking for permission to take it off. I nodded and helped him to slip it off, revealing a little white satin set that I had slipped on earlier that day, somewhat on a whim.

I was glad now that I was wearing it, because Lucas obviously liked it from the way that he looked me over.

"Will you do a little spin for me?" he asked.

I smiled and spun around slowly for him, letting him take the whole thing in.

He took a deep breath. "Babe, you're so incredibly sexy. I don't know what to do with you."

"You could start by fucking me," I suggested slyly.

"What do you think I'm doing?" He grinned, then pulled me suddenly against his body. I gasped, grasping at his shirt as he kissed me. His tongue entered my mouth, possessive. I accepted it greedily, wanting him to be a part of me. He was so wonderful, so lovely. He made me feel so good that I didn't know what to do with myself.

"Shall we take this up to the bedroom?" he asked, whispering in my ear.

I nodded, squeaking as he grabbed my legs and wrapped them around his waist.

"This way I can kiss you and walk," he said with a cheeky grin, then kissed me again as he started the walk up to the master bedroom.

His mouth was claiming mine, reminding me whose I was now. It was so strange to think that I was his, and that I would be his for the foreseeable future. The ring on my finger made it all feel finally real.

And of course, I was enjoying every single second of it.

He threw open the door to his bedroom, not bothering to close it behind him as he walked me over to the bed and threw me down onto it.

"You're so beautiful babe," he said, kissing my neck, crawling onto the bed to be on top of me. "I can't believe how lucky I got to have you. And now to know that you're going to be my wife? It's more than I could ever ask for."

"I can't wait to be your wife," I replied, taking his face between my hands and leaning up to kiss his lips, then his forehead, then his jawline. He let me kiss along it, finding the sensitive spots and nipping at them in a way that made him gasp and grab for me.

"Does that feel good," I asked jokingly. I already knew the answer, of course.

"It feels so good. God, please don't stop."

So I didn't. I kept going, kissing along his neck and then his collarbones, making him grip my hips in a way that I knew would leave a bruise that next day. But I didn't mind. I wanted to know that I was his in a way other than just the ring on my finger.

"Oh babe, oh Bella," he cried.

"You want me to keep going?" I asked, a mischievous smile on my face.

"Yes. God, yes."

"Say please," I said in a sing song voice. Lucas just groaned.

"Do you forget who's on top here?"

"No, I'm just asking for a simple thing." I smiled up at him and his hard expression immediately melted.

"Please keep going Bella. It feels so good to have you kiss my neck like that."

"I'll keep doing it then." I grinned, then kept kissing him, making him squirm and groan above me.

Finally, I stopped, moving my way back up to his mouth and kissing him quite soundly there.

"Thank you, babe." he said, gently kissing a line along my jaw. "You make me feel so good."

"Good. I want that. I want to make you feel the best that I can."

"Well, you're doing a fantastic job. I wouldn't do anything different." He kissed my mouth again, then moved me further up the bed.

"You mind?" he asked, tugging at the waistband of my panties.

I shook my head with a smile. "Of course not."

"Just had to make sure." He tugged them down and slid them off of my legs. Then he smiled as he beheld the glistening wetness between my legs.

"Wet for me already babe? Wow, you really spoil me."

I giggled. "Is that so?"

"Yes. You're so beautiful, so absolutely incredible, sometimes I just don't know what to do with myself."

"You could start by making me feel good," I suggested. "I'm aching for you, you know that?"

"Oh, I can tell."

He kissed me, his hands parting the lips of my labia and finding my clit. He began to gently massage it, making me gasp into his mouth.

He grinned against me. "You like that, don't you? You want me to go faster?"

I nodded, unable to find the words to speak. He kept going, massaging my clit with one hand and gripping one of my hips with the other. His fingers digging into my skin reminded me whose I was, and I enjoyed it that way.

I wanted him to go faster, grip harder, show me that he was in control of this situation.

"I want more," I breathed against him.

"I can do that," he said, going a bit faster. Then his other hand left my hip and drifted down to where my pussy throbbed for release, for him to fill me. With his fingers, his cock, or his tongue. I didn't care which one, I just wanted him inside of me.

"You like that, don't you?" he whispered against my mouth while I gasped and moaned. I could feel the pressure building up inside of me. Then he thrust two of his fingers into me and it began to spill over.

As he fingered my g-spot I collapsed into orgasm, screaming out his name as he kissed my words away.

Then, slowly, he withdrew his fingers, smiling at me as he popped them into his mouth and sucked off my juices.

"Your pussy is so sweet baby," he said. "Though I guess I shouldn't expect anything less of you. It makes sense that you would taste so good."

"Is that so?" I asked, finally finding the words to speak again.

"Yes, of course. Would I ever lie to you?"

I tilted my head to the side, feeling a little mischievous. "I don't know. You tell me."

He leaned down to whisper in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. "You may think I don't know what game you're playing, but I can promise you that I know exactly what you're doing. In fact, I'll even play along. Shall I prove to you that your pussy is the sweetest that I've ever tasted?"

I gulped and nodded. Having him put me in my place made my insides churn with even more desire. I didn't know what that meant, just that it felt good.

"Tell me what you want baby."

"I want you to prove it to me."

"Prove what?"

"That my pussy is the sweetest you've ever tasted."

"Good girl." He kissed my forehead and then slid down the bed, spreading my legs apart so that he could get the best angle.

Then he lowered his mouth down to my inner thigh, kissing a line up the sensitive skin.

Before I knew what was happening, he bit down and sucked on the skin there, enough to make me gasp and cry out, and definitely enough to leave a mark. I knew that every time I saw it, I would remember this night and everything that it meant to me.

He left several more similar marks on each of my thighs before turning his attention to my pussy.

Starting gently, he licked at my clit. The sensation made me make noises that I didn't even recognize as my own. I couldn't control them, though. They came out of me without thought or provocation on my part. It was just the pure pleasure of the moment that brought them forth.

Then Lucas started going faster and I lost all sense of time and place. All I knew was that I was feeling immense pleasure and my second orgasm was already building inside of me.

It didn't take very long for it to crest, washing through me in a wave of absolute and utter abandon. It was the best thing that I had ever felt in my life and I wondered if anything else would ever compare.

But Lucas soon proved me wrong.

"All right, my turn," he said, standing up and undressing himself quickly. Then he straddled me and thrust into my pussy. I knew that it was going to be sore in the morning, that was for sure. But I didn't mind, because this moment felt so good, having him on top of me in me in all the ways that I had wanted.

It was everything I could have ever asked for.

He was fucking me so good and soon I would even be his wife.

It seemed the perfect ending to the night as the two of us climaxed at the same time. Then he flopped down next to me with a smile on his lips and a kiss to press to my cheek.

"You're the most amazing woman I've ever met," he said. "I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you."

"Neither can I."