Free Wet Part 3 by S. Jackson Rivera Page B

The woman sitting next to the man put her hand on his arm. “Why do you always have to be such a jerk? They just got married. Leave them alone.”
    “Just anxious to get my bride alone, man.” Paul gave the man one last shrug and turned to get back to Rhees. It didn’t take long for his cold glaring eyes to soften when he took in the sight of his beautiful girl, his wife .

Chapter 5
    “W hat the h-heck was I thinking? It’s almost three hours back to the city.” Paul snorted at his mistake. Already antsy, they were only thirty minutes into the ride.
    “It’s closer to two and a half.”
    He raised an eyebrow at her to let her know she wasn’t helping.
    “Anticipation,” she mouthed seductively and then giggled. “Like Christmas, remember?”
    “Anticipation is the absolute pits! I’m ready to rip the fu—freaking wrapping to shreds.” He took the fabric of her dress between his fingers and gave her a devious look to make her wonder if he really would.
    “You wouldn’t!”
    “You sure?” One corner of his mouth hitched up into his crooked smile when she bit her lower lip, revealing she wasn’t.
    They spent the next hour staring at each other, holding hands, grinning nervously, keeping their conversation light and easy—pretending like the sexual tension wasn’t thick enough to cut.
    “Your dress turned out so beautiful. I’m amazed you made this yourself. You amaze me, always.” Paul rubbed the soft fabric of the skirt between his fingers. She watched as he moved his hands up toward the bodice and lightly outlined the pattern in the cloth, working his way up to the fabric around her neckline. He started back down, his eyes trailing his own hand as it worked its way down the scalloped edge from her shoulder until he reached the V at her cleavage. His lips twitched, ever so slightly, as he slowly dipped his index finger between her breasts.
    He glanced up to check, to see what she thought about it. She didn’t shy away, so he added another finger and went deeper with a breathy moan, expressing his pleasure, before trailing them up the side of her breast. He closed his eyes, taking in the magnificent sensation of its fullness.
    “I love you. You know that, right?” he whispered, leaning his mouth so close to her ear the air tickled, but she didn’t move except to nod. “And that my feelings for you have nothing to do with sexual desire. What I feel for you is real—so deep in my heart . It’s not just biology. I was such a fool to ever think that way.” He brushed his lips lightly along her cheek and ended at her lips with a loving, respectful kiss. “But that said . . .” He pulled away to look lovingly into her eyes, knowing she thought he would continue with his sweet declaration, but he had other things on his mind. 
    “I cannaaawt waaait to get you back to the hotel!”
    He took her face in both hands and kissed her reverently again, one long, chaste kiss, but then he wasn’t so chaste anymore.
    His hand smoothed down her body, to the hem of her dress, and found skin just below her knee. He leisurely caressed her silky thigh, up and down, a little farther up her leg with each stroke, methodically pushing up the abundant soft fabric of her dress as he went. He closed his eyes and broke their kiss with a heavy exhale when his fingers reached the top and brushed against her panties. His gaze suddenly darted down to take a look, making her gasp, unable to disguise her nervousness.
    “You’re ready.” It came out in a strong puff. He seemed surprised, gazing into her eyes in awe. “Oh, Dani Girl, I can’t believe it’s finally all right for me to do this.”
    “We’re doing this now?” Her eyes widened and flashed with a hint of uncertainty.
    He smiled and shook his head. “No. I don’t want to blow this—just building anticipation.”
    “Anticipation is the pits,” she said, breathlessly. His smile nearly radiated at her response.
    “I know, right?” His smile was so wide,