In Bloom

Alex caught the bouquet, but marriage is not on her mind. Mick Blue is already on his knees behind her, hands parting her ass cheeks like he has all day to get inside. His tongue drags slow and wet, tasting her until she pushes back against his mouth and forgets the flowers on the floor. She turns, drops down, wraps her fingers around him and takes him deep, throat working in steady rhythm while his hand stays on the back of her head. She comes up for air only to go lower again, saliva shining on her chin and his skin. When he pulls her to her feet and bends her over, he slides in from behind without hurry, each stroke pressing deeper until her breath breaks. The pace stays deliberate, hips meeting skin with a steady sound that fills the room. He fucks her through it, pulls out only when he’s close, and she turns to take him back into her mouth, lips tight as he comes across her tongue and she swallows every drop.