“You’re beautiful, Leia,” he breathed. He dipped his head to draw the tip of one of her breasts into his mouth and gave it a strong pull with his mouth. She cried out in pleasure, shifting her legs open in unconscious appeal.
The fingers of one of his hands deftly undid the opening to her jeans and slid them off, followed closely by her panties. They landed in a heap on top of their sweaters.
Leia was suddenly glad she’d allowed her sister to treat the bridesmaids to a spa day before the wedding. The salon package was called “The Blushing Bride”. It had included full leg, underarm, and intimate waxing.
She’d never waxed down there before. At the time she was certain the ouch factor was not worth the money. But now, feeling shy, she waited to see his reaction.
His eyebrows rose at the s
