She pushed forward, forehead against his dick, she could feel the warmth of him against her as he lifted one foot and then the other, so that she could slide down his pants. Her fingers flirted along the outside of his thighs to the edge of his underwear. She descended and licked along his sheathed shaft, and back up, to the tip of his hard cock.She almost tore the last thread of his clothes off as his cock, released from it's constriction, shook and slapped her on the chin. She gripped his shaft firmly and took a glimpse at it for the very first time. She could discern his pre-cum as it trickled out of the opening at the head of his penis.Her tongue shot out, and grabbed it before gobbling it up. She looked up at his black eyes and smiling, engulfed his shaft in her ravenous mouth. Her other hand reached down to his balls, clenched with tension, she started to rub and squeeze them while her other hand caressed his cock slow into her mouth. She could feel tension growing within him
They came when the sun dipped below the horizon, its golden glow pouring across the Wolfe property in a warm amber light. The gorgeous iron gates groaned open slowly to meet them with the charming driveway lined with blooming trees that seemed to welcome them home like they had settled into a fairytale.As the car skidded to a stop, Damian was out of the vehicle in a second and at the passenger door. Before Eliana had even reached for the door handle, he opened the door wide and presented his hand with a boy's grin. "My wife," he breathed, "and my everything."Eliana laughed, blushing with affection as she struggled free from his grasp and took his hand. "My sweet hubby is just so sweet," she teased, leaning her head upon his shoulder and climbing the stairs up to the house. "Sweet?" Damian's eyebrow shot up as he enveloped her in his arms. "You have no idea yet.".The entrance door creaked open on its own—because of course Damian had a smart house—and a soft waft of misty, otherwor
Margo grinned. "There she is. Our bride tyrant.""Tyrant bride is going in my email signature," Eliana quipped.Her phone just buzzed.Damian:"You're not permitted to be the hot CEO AND the office wife-crush again. I just married you."She grinned and responded in writing:"Too late. I'm reviving sexy spreadsheets."Damian:".I love you. Save me cake."Surrounding herself with the view, Eliana understood how packed her life was. A wonderful family. A dream husband. A business she'd created with grit, stilettos, and passion. And now—this. Celebration, mayhem, and cupcakes in one.It was nice to be home.It was half past three before Eliana was finally able to catch her breath.Her honeymoon haze was now replaced with unread email, marketing follow-up reminders, three new product designs, and a disastrous spreadsheet fault she was pretending not to see. Sabrina Ultra was her baby, but today—her baby was teething, crying, and asking for milk.She slumped into her rich, velvet chair and
Saben stood stock still like cold water had just been dumped on him. He slowly turned around, blinking as if he'd just been subjected to the most horrible thing on earth."Excuse me?" he replied, theatrically putting a hand on his chest. "Me? Getting married? Eliana, please, I'm still psychically recovering from that seventh-grade girl who shattered my heart into a million pieces. You think I can get through a wedding?"Eliana arched an eyebrow. "Oh, so you can baby shame me, but as soon as we mention commitment, you become a telenovela?""I am an artiste, Eliana. Marriage would suffocate my creative spirit," Saben answered, theatrically throwing his arm up toward the ceiling of the airport terminal as if he were on stage.Damian leaned in toward Eliana. "Is this what you meant by soft launch family drama?"She nodded. "This is the very soft version."Sabrina, their mother, chimed in cheerfully from the sidelines. "Oh, don't worry about him. He says that every year. In the meantime, I
The instant Eliana and Damian Wolfe entered the arrivals terminal of the airport, hand in hand and utterly charmingly rumpled in that telltale just-had-a-honeymoon-in-Paris sort of manner, they were assailed at once by—Balloons.Confetti.A blinding flash from someone's camera phone.And right in the middle of the melee was a huge glittering banner:"WELCOME HOME MR. AND MRS. WOLFE!"—with rhinestones, painted hearts, and what looked to be glitter glue in the form of a rattle?Underneath it all stood the whole Thompson-Auburn tribe, boisterous, proud, and unrepentantly quirky… clad in coordinated T-shirts.Bubblegum and powder blue.Big block letters."WELCOME HOME FUTURE PARENTS," they said—each shirt daringly worn like a uniform of baby-pressure combat.Damian came to a stop mid-step."Oh god. It's a baby ambush."Eliana blinked, then squinted. "They… they made merchandise?"In time to blink again, Sabrina Thompson, her mother and queen of dramatic entrances, charged toward them in
Paris's sky was colored in serene rose gold, and lavender, as if the heavens themselves did not wish for this day to cease.Eliana stood at the balcony railing of their suite at Le Meurice, her arms crossed on its intricate pattern, her silk robe fluttering in the breeze. Below, the Seine glimmered in the fading light and the Eiffel Tower started to sparkle like a promise. Through an open door behind her, delicate clinking of china, soft jazz strains from a concealed speaker meant breakfast: croissants naturally, strawberries and strong coffee.Damian had crept up on her unaware and wrapped his arms around her waist so that the upper portion of his face was pressed into her shoulder, just below her ear."You're always something out of a dream when the light catches you just this way," he breathed.Eliana leaned back to press her head against his. "You always know what to say.""I do mean it."She smiled, but there was a wistful shadow in her eyes. "It's our last day.""I know."“I don