Free Her Island Fantasy, an erotic novella (Bridesmaids in Paradise) by Emma Jay

keep from coming right then.
    Her mouth trailed up his inner thigh, and his balls were so tight, the orgasm right there, but that would ruin everything. Flight schedule wasn’t doing it. What else…what else…
    Her lips brushed his balls just before she reached for them, lifting them to her mouth. The need to come was fucking painful.
    “Sweetheart, if you suck me, it’s all over.”
    “You can hold on for me, can’t you, Ian?”
    “God, I want to.”
    She opened her lips over his sac and—
    His toast. He tried to remember the toast he’d written for the wedding. Maybe that could slow him down, but he wanted to concentrate on what she was doing to him. He watched her, her head bobbing between his thighs, and then she planted soft little kisses along the underside of his cock, until she got to the head, where she swiped her tongue.
    “Please take me inside you,” he said, his voice strangled.
    “But I’m having fun.”
    “No doubt.”
    She rose over him, straddling his hips so he thought she would ride him, then she shifted forward just a bit, over his stomach. “I want to do something for you I’ve never done for another man.”
    He was pretty sure handcuffing him to the bed already fell in that category, but he was game. “What?”
    “I want to make myself come while you watch.”
    His eyes rolled back in his head, no lie. “Not sure I can handle that.”
    “Of course you can.” She leaned over him, her nipples brushing his chest, her breath teasing his mouth. “You’re experienced, aren’t you?”
    “I’m also turned on as hell. Do me a favor and put the condom on me first. I want to be inside you when you come.”
    She reached into the drawer and for a moment he thought she’d pull out the fingertip vibrator, too. Instead, she dismounted, sheathed him with gentle strokes—more than necessary, in his mind—then resumed her position on her knees, straddling his stomach.
    She started at her breasts, weighing them, circling the nipples, then skimmed her fingertips down her belly, around the navel ring, to her neat little mound. One finger flicked over her clit, so swollen he could see it peeking from between her lips. She flicked, and flicked, then circled, a soft gasp escaping her as she did. When he looked at her face, he saw she was watching him.
    Jesus.
    He bucked his hips toward her and she moaned softly. He stopped watching her fingers and focused on her face, on the way her lips fell open, her eyes drifted shut, her head fell back as she came, her whole body undulating as the pleasure washed over her.
    “Put me inside, God, Bailey.” Fuck, he was helpless with his arms locked overhead.
    Shaking off her orgasmic trance, she shifted over him, guided him to her and took him into her. God, she was so hot, squeezing him and he pushed into her, the orgasm taking him like a wave, coasting, floating, crashing hard. His muscles turned to water and he sank back on the bed. She dropped over him, her cheek against his chest, her breathing heavy, her fingers relaxing on his shoulder.
    “Bailey,” he said, his voice rough.
    “Hm.”
    “Don’t fall asleep before you unlock me.”
     
    ***
     
    Ian pulled the cuffs of his dress shirt over his still-red wrists as he stood on the beach next to his brother Saturday afternoon. They couldn’t have asked for better weather for the wedding, though Ian had caught sight of some thunderheads in the distance. Right now the sun was shining, a light wind was blowing in from the water, ruffling the canopy overhead.
    “What are you nervous about?” Eric asked. “I’m the one getting married.”
    “Shit, what did you do to your arms, man?” Jared Dovalina, Eric’s best friend since elementary school, asked from Ian’s other side. Jared and his wife Christine, at whose wedding Eric and Haven had finally committed, had flown in yesterday for the wedding, unable to get away before now, and both were standing up in the wedding, though as Eric’s brother, Ian