I gasped. "I know so," I said, my words punctuated by my ragged inhales of breath.
"Well, I guess I'd better make sure that doesn't happen," Blaze said. He slipped his fingers from between my legs, and stood, pulling his tee-shirt over his head. I wanted his fingers back inside me. Of course, I wanted him naked and inside me, more than I wanted his fingers. So I lay there, my head against the back of the sofa, legs splayed out wide, looking like I had just gotten married in Vegas in my leather hooker wedding dress.
Blaze undressed for me, slowly, a huge shit-eating grin on his face, making a big production of the whole thing, like he was the stripper.
I whistled as he threw his belt on the floor. "More," I said. "Take it all off, baby."
He cocked his hips to the side before unzipping his pants, and I reached between my legs to touch myself. His eyes got wide, and he dropped his jeans to the ground. I'd never masturbated in front of him before, and judging by his reaction, it was something he liked. I slipped a finger inside myself, and heard him groan.
"Holy shit," he said, nearly falling over as he pulled his jeans off his feet. I laughed, watching him take off his socks and boxer briefs like they were on fire.
"So you like this, huh?" I asked, nodding at his erection.
"This isn't bad at all."
"You're not afraid being married is going to get stale?" I teased. "Not afraid to commit to one piece of *, when you're surrounded by it all the time?"
"Fuck, no," Blaze said, his eyes wide with lust. "Not when it's this *."
"Well," I said, slipping my fingers from between my legs. "Let me show you how good this * can be." I rose and walked to the other side of the sofa, planting my palms flat on the arm rest. I jutted my ass in the air.
"I definitely need to see how good this * can be," Blaze said.
I felt him behind me, his hand trailing down the length of my back to my ass, then his cock pressing against me. I inhaled sharply, the air cool against my teeth, and turned to look over my shoulder at him. I grinned wickedly. "Come on, fiancé," I said.
Blaze entered me in a single swift stroke, filling me up to the hilt. "Oh, hell," he said. "I am definitely okay with being with you for the rest of my life."
I threw my head back, pressing my ass against him as he thrust in and out of me, gathering momentum when he became more aroused. "This is exactly what I want," I said.
He reached up, and slid his hands awkwardly down the top of the strapless dress to release my breasts from their fabric prison, his fingers tweaking my nipples. I was already on the edge, so soon. "You are so wet," he whispered.
"I'm so close." I barely choked out the words, too distracted by how it felt to have Blaze inside me, how he felt ever more rigid and swollen, to the point where he had to be about to burst. The thought of the dam breaking nearly pushed me over the edge, and I struggled to hang on, wanting to hold out to come with him. "Blaze, please, I can't hold out any longer."
He thrust inside me, as deeply as he could go, and I felt myself fall over the edge, this explosion of pleasure that radiated from my core, practically blinding in its intensity. I think I screamed, or cried out - I'm not sure. I felt his hands on my hips, pulling me deeper against him, his hands gripping my hips and the dress, pulling it down around my breasts.
Blaze called my name, and I felt the warmth as he released inside me. When I finally caught my breath, I looked down to see my breasts hanging over the top of the dress, my hair messy around my face, matted with the sweat beaded on my forehead. I had to look like I'd just run a race in a wedding dress.
"Hell, Dani," Blaze said. Then he paused. "Shit."
"What's the 'shit' about?" I asked. I felt him slip out of me, and I turned around.
Blaze held up a swath of fabric, torn from the edge of the dress.
"Come on, Blaze!"
"What?" he asked, palms in the air. "I didn't mean to tear it."
"Oh my God! It's completely destroyed. I'm not returning this now!"
He grinned at me, looking not in the least bit apologetic. "I'm sorry?"
"Seriously, you heathen," I said, turning toward him. "Look at what you've done to me."
Blaze wriggled his eyebrows, hands on his hips, naked as a jaybird and completely unashamed. "I know," he said. "Look at what I've done to you. That's some of my best work, there."
I rolled my eyes. "This is who I'm marrying."
"That's right, baby," he said. "But look at it this way. You might not be able to return the dress, but Kate's not going to be able to say much of anything when I tell her the reason you're not wearing that dress is because I tore it all up when I was fucking the hell out of you."