She wraps her legs around my waist, her arms lock around my shoulders.
I have never felt closer to anyone than I do at this moment. She is me and I am her. I move inside of her, my cock going wild as her tight little pussy clamps around me, pulling me in deeper, making me fill her up. I up my pace, moving quickly through her hot, wet tunnel, feeling every clench of her walls.
I kiss her neck and then I pull my head up to look at her as I feel her pussy lock around my cock.
She is coming hard, her eyes rolling back in her head. She goes floppy for a second, but my next thrust pulls her back and her eyes roll back into place. She throws her head back, barely able to breathe as pleasure fills her.
I can feel my own climax building rapidly and I know I won’t be able to hold back for much longer. I slam into Sierra again, feeling her wrapped around me. My cock twitches as fire roams freely around my body. I suck in a breath then slam into her again and my cock spurts, freeing my seed, filling Sierra with heat.
I gasp again and moan her name as I come hard. Her pussy is still clenching around me, drawing my orgasm out, making it last until I feel it in every part of my body. Slowly, it begins to fade and I kiss the tip of Sierra’s nose and roll off her.
I lay on my back panting, listening to Sierra’s ragged breaths beside me. Aftershocks of pleasure fire through my body and I close my eyes, enjoying the feeling of warmth that spreads through me, wanting it to last forever.
It seems Sierra was right. Sometimes, just letting go and doing what you want to do really is the best thing in the world.
Sierra rolls onto her side and shuffles closer to me and I lift my arm up. She rests her head on my chest and I hold her tightly against me. I can feel her heart racing against my side.
She puts her palm on my stomach and gently moves it in a lazy circle. “Well, I for sure won’t forget that,” she says in a breathy voice.
“Me neither,” I assure her.
I have a feeling I’ll be thinking about Sierra for a whole hell of a long time to come.
Chapter Twelve
Chance
I stand at the window and look outside onto the grounds of Moorfield Mansion. The grounds are exquisite; manicured lawns, perfectly arranged flower beds, tall trees that sway slightly in the breeze. The pink blossoms of cherry trees floating down lazily on the breeze and leaving a carpet of pink. There’s a small creek running through the bottom of the grounds with an ornate brick bridge over it.
Sebastian and Kimberley have really chosen the perfect picturesque venue for their wedding.
The ceremony will take place on the grounds and I can see staff members rushing around arranging white chairs with large pink satin bows tied around them in rows on either side of the red carpeted aisle. A white arch decorated with greenery and white and pink roses stands at the end of the aisle. Sebastian and Kimberley will stand beneath it to say their vows.
The reception will take place in the ballroom of the mansion, and as most of the guests are staying over in the rooms in the mansion, the reception will go late.
As I stand looking out over the grounds, I can’t help but think of Sierra. She will be here today and it will be the first time we’ve seen each other since Vegas. It’s only been a day; we left Vegas on Thursday evening and took Friday to recover before the wedding today but it feels like longer.
I realize with a start that I’m missing her.
I shake my head slightly, trying to shake the thoughts away. This is ridiculous. She’s my assistant, nothing more. Yes, we had a moment of madness in Vegas, but that’s all it was, all it can ever be. What happens in Vegas most definitely stays in Vegas in our case.
“Chance? Are you still with us?” Matt asks.
I turn back to face the room. Matt and I are dressed in our suits already.
Sebastian is putting the finishing touches to his, fastening his tie and tugging at it in front of the full length mirror.
“Yup, I’m here,” I grin.
Sebastian turns to face us. “My tie’s wonky,” he says.
Matt laughs. “No it isn’t,” he insists.
“You wear a suit and tie literally every day,” I say. “How can you be so concerned about that one?”
“Because this one is the only one that ever really mattered,” he replies.
“Well, you have nothing to worry about. You look fine.” I nod at him. “It’s not even a little bit wonky.” I pick up my half full glass of whiskey and hold it in the air. “To Sebastian,” I say.
“To Sebastian,” Matt repeats, holding his glass up.
Sebastian raises his glass and grins.
We all down our drinks and I move to fill our glasses up again. We still have a bit of time before we have to go downstairs and I think Sebastian’s nerves are going to need all the help they can get if he’s this worried about his tie.
“Okay, this has to be said,” Matt says. “Does it strike either of you as weird that Sebastian, the man whore, is the first one of us to settle down and have kids and get married?”
He’s not technically the first one to get married, but of course I can’t say that. Instead. I
