Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38855 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38855 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Our mouths part, and we’re left panting as her flushed face hovers over mine, her sweet breath mixing with the scent of our sex.
“I love you.” I manage, each word coming from somewhere so deep they almost hurt.
“I love you, too.”
We stare at each other for minutes, then I flip us over, my cock never leaving her warm heaven, and make love to her slowly on top until we cum together, my balls finally empty and her body dripping with me.
I’m not sure she can still speak, but finally she smiles and whispers in my ear.
“Do you think I can go to my own wedding reception now?”
I take a deep breath. I don’t want to share her with the world. If I had my way, I’d keep us here, together, like this forever. But I will also always give her what she wants.
“Sure. If that’s what you want.”
“I do.”
My heart swells at her words. “I’ll never get tired of those two words. Today, the day you said that to me for the first time, I know why I waited for you. All of me belongs to all of you. Forever.”
I kiss her, sweeping my tongue into her mouth, knowing the waiting was all worth it. Knowing I’ve found my one and only.
And our forever is waiting.
14
Mathias
ONE YEAR LATER
“Baby.” I put my hands on her damp cheeks as she sits sideways on my thighs on the edge of the bathtub, and turns her face to me. “It will happen. If it doesn’t, we’ll be okay. We’ll figure something else out.”
The plastic pee stick still sits with only one pink line on the edge of the sink in our master bathroom, same as the other eleven she’s thrown away every month since we got married.
“I never even thought I wanted kids until you.” My heart breaks as her voice quivers. “It’s got to be me. You pump enough baby juice into me to breed armies.”
I kiss the top of her head. “You never know, maybe my swimmers feel unworthy of your perfect eggs.”
She screws up her face and gives my cheek a playful smack. “Right. Your swimmers are probably all up in there with axes, trying to crack through my dried up, useless eggs.”
“Okay.” I make sure she’s looking at me. “That’s enough. Here’s what we’re going to do...”
I drop my hands from her cheeks and slip them down under her ass, pulling her up and onto me as I stand. She’s wearing one of my flannel shirts, unbuttoned down the front and naked underneath; and I’m sporting a pair of jeans, commando style.
I carry her down the hall to the terrace outside the great room, where the morning sun is warming things and the scent of lilacs are in the air.
She’s made the place more of a home since she’s been here. My mother decorated it well, but Astrid has added things that make it ours. I bought her a camera after our wedding and set up a studio for her art: both painting, and now photography.
The little art gallery in town can’t keep her paintings on the walls, and the house is filling with both her photographs and canvases.
She nuzzles my neck as I hold her against me, then I set her down and turn her in a hard spin, pushing her upper body down onto the terrace railing, listening to her playful gasp, pretty sure she knows what’s coming.
No pun intended.
“Your lumber need to be jacked?” She turns her head on a giggle, her cheeks red as I flip my shirt up and over her ass, giving it a hard swack. “Oww. Bully.”
“Your mouth is going to get you a few more if you’re not careful.”
“Promises.” She pokes her tongue out and I bring my hand down on the other side, listening to her yelp. Her long, nearly white-blonde hair falls over one shoulder as I drop my pants and kick them aside, my dick already hard and dripping for her cunt “Why is it you think that fucking is the answer to all of our problems?”
I ease the tip of my dick into her soaking heat, and it’s hard to remember what life was like without her. I don’t remember thinking it was so worth living. Every minute of every day, I just feel fucking alive, because this sassy little sprite tried to blow my brains out that day in the woods.
“Because it is.” I answer, driving my point home with all my inches and her smart mouth is now gasping and moaning as her inner walls lock down around my cock.
I want her more, even after a year. I can’t imagine what it will be like in five, ten, fifty years. But I can’t wait to find out.
“Jesus.” She moans, dropping her head to rest on her arms as I pound away, holding her hips and feeling her body gush wet desire down my shaft.