by Jenika Snow
“I’ve never felt anything like this before.”
I sat up straighter after she said those words, my body tight, my muscles contracted. I loved hearing her say that. “I feel the same,” I responded, but I didn’t tell her what I felt was far more intense. There was no way she could feel a fraction of the pull for me that I had toward her. It wasn’t physically possible.
“So I was a coward and ran, because I didn’t know what else to do.”
I didn’t stay seated any longer. I couldn’t. My instinct was to go to her, and that’s exactly what I did. I pushed myself off the recliner and strode the few steps it took to get to Blythe, sinking down onto my haunches and bracing my hands on either side of the loveseat, caging her in.
She leaned back, her eyes widened, her mouth parting slightly as she breathed out slowly. It was clear my sudden move caught her by surprise. Good, because I wanted her on edge, the same as I was.
“It scares the shit out of me too, baby.” I inhaled deeply, taking in her scent. She smelled like cinnamon. I kept in the groan of pleasure that filled me, so fucking thankful she wasn’t pushing me away. And instead, I actually saw her move an inch closer, as if she needed to be closer to me as well.
“It does?” The words were so slow as she spoke them.
I nodded slowly. It didn’t terrify me in the sense I felt these things. It scared the shit out of me at the prospect she wouldn’t be mine. That was what frightened me. “I’ve never felt this way before." I wanted to be totally honest with Blythe. If I wanted her in my life forever—which I’d never wanted anything more—I wanted nothing between us. “Last night, being with you,” I said and took a deep breath, staring deep into her blue eyes, “that was the first time I’d been with a woman in over five years.” More shock came from her, but I could tell it was a pleasurable kind.
She’d given me her virginity last night, and I wanted to share this piece of information with her as well.
“I haven’t been with a woman in that long, because I couldn’t bring myself to. I had no desire to give myself to someone without knowing she was mine forever.” My heart was beating so hard as I bared my soul to her. “When I was with a woman again, it would be because she’d be my wife, the mother of my children.” Her breath caught harshly on that. She knew what that meant, what she meant to me, and what I wanted.
I continued to look into her eyes, saying so much without speaking the actual words. But they needed to be said out loud, moving between us, penetrating her so Blythe knew how deep I was willing to go for this. For us.
“I was waiting for you, Blythe. I’ve been waiting for you my entire life.” I placed a hand over my heart that now beat solely for her. “I’m yours from this point on.”
“Logan,” she whispered, her voice resonating in shock, her eyes still wide.
“And I knew that as soon as I saw you coming out of that room in that ridiculous Mrs. Claus outfit.”
Her lips twitched in amusement, and I felt myself smiling in return. This was good. She still wasn’t pushing me away.
“My heart may have always beat within my chest before you, but after you is when it beat with a purpose other than the fundamental sense, baby.”
She said nothing, but I preferred that. I wanted my words to sink in. I wanted her to know how deep I went with this... went for her.
“All I’m asking you is to give us a chance, to give this a chance and see where it goes, how it grows.” I slid my hands off the arms of the chair and placed them on her thighs, feeling the tightness in her leaving. I wanted her liquid. “I want to give myself to you in every single way, Blythe. I want to show you how good it’ll be between us.”
“And you know it’ll be that good?” She was teasing, that lilt in her voice making my heart beat harder.
I growled, “It’ll be the best fucking thing in the world.” That was no lie. “I just want you. Only you.” Long moments of silence passed between us, but that was fine. That was good. I wanted her to really think this over, to hear how sincere I was in my conviction and in my words. Finally, she exhaled slowly, and that smile was back, one that had my belly tightening because I knew she was mine.
I felt... hope.
“Okay,” she said softly, and I did groan then, deep and audible, letting the tenor move out of me in all its possessive, pleased bass.
I had her pulled into my embrace a second later, hauled off the chair and into my arms because I just fucking couldn’t stop myself. And as if she knew what I wanted—because she was made for me—she wrapped her arms around my neck and had her chest fully pressed to mine in sheer perfection.
I held Blythe as if I’d keep her forever, as if not even the hand of God could take her away from me.
Because there was only one word that acutely described what she was to me.
Mine.
Epilogue
Logan
One year later
I was hard. So fucking hard my cock throbbed and my balls were pulled up tight. And it was all because Blythe was currently trying to reach for a book on the highest shelf of the bookcase.
I sat in the leather recliner across from her, my back against the cushion and my jean-clad thighs slightly spread as I took on a relaxed position. The fire crackled in the hearth, the only light currently illuminating the living room.
I could have helped her out, easily plucked the book off the shelf and handed it to her, but fuck, seeing how her nightshirt lifted as she reached and reached and reached even higher was a sight too good to interrupt.
“Shit,” she mumbled, clearly not even focused on that I was still in the room and if she would have asked for help, I’d have done it instantly.
My gaze locked on her ass, and I growled. The sound of the fire licking across the wood drowned out the sound, which was good, since I didn’t want this moment to end just yet.
The material was wrapped around the perfect mounds of her ass, her perfect apple-shaped bottom bouncing slightly as she shifted on her feet.
I leaned back, got more comfortable, spread my legs slightly farther, and glanced down. The outline of my cock was thick and long as it lay against my thigh. My jeans barely contained it. I looked back up at the love of my life and stared at her ass again. The material gently lifted as she stretched more, her ass coming into view, that perfect fucking crease where her legs met the cheeks flashing.
Holy fuck. She was so goddamn hot.
That’s it, baby. Reach a little higher. Really struggle to get that book.
She reached a little bit farther again, and her engagement ring caught the light, the solitaire diamond in the center sparkling. I asked her to marry me a couple of months after we made things official. Hell, I would have asked for her hand in marriage that day I was on my haunches in front of her, telling her I wanted forever.
I’d known I wanted her as my wife, that I wanted her in my life forever. I’d known that the moment I spotted her across the room at Morton’s. But hell, I figured I’d give her a little bit of time. As much as I knew she wanted me and cared for me, that she desired the same things in a relationship as I did, there’d been a part of me that worried she’d say no.
But she hadn’t. In fact, she had all but thrown herself at me, kissing my face over and over again as she murmured “yes” repeatedly.
I still smiled as I thought about that.
“Screw this.” She turned around and froze when she saw me watching her. Then her eyes lowered between my thighs, and I knew for a fact that she could see the hard outline of my dick pressing against the denim. No way she could fucking miss it. It was like I was smuggling a baseball bat behind my jeans.
“So you're just gonna sit there and watch me struggling?” There was no anger or heat behind her words… not that kind of heat at least.
I could see the way her pupils dilated, noticed the way her nipples hardened under the thin material.
“What can I say? I was enjoying the view.”
She was getting worked u
p, her eyes still locked on my massively hard cock. I bet she was wet for me. I knew she wore no panties under that nightgown.
I groaned at the thought of that, at the vision that slammed into my head. “Come here,” I said deeply, beckoning her. She didn’t hesitate, didn’t even try to put up a fight.
When she was within reach, I curled my hands around her waist and easily lifted her off the ground, hauling her up so she was now straddling my waist, her knees pressed on either side of me, her legs parallel with my thighs.
I felt her fucking heat right through the jeans, and a harsh groan ripped from me as I let my head fall back on the cushion. I looked up at her, feeling my eyes lower to half-mast as my arousal took the front seat.
My erection throbbed, and I had no doubt pre-cum was making a steady wet spot in the front of my pants. With my hold still on her hips, I pushed her down so her bare pussy came up right against my thickness. Her eyes rolled back right before she closed her eyes, her lips parting, the air leaving her softly.
“That’s it,” I murmured encouragingly, but I wanted to feel skin on skin, the slick honey slipping from her perfect pussy sliding along my hard cock. “Take me out, Blythe.” My voice was nothing more than a growl, but she complied right away, reaching between us and undoing the button before pulling the zipper down.
She reached inside the fly and grabbed my dick, with a little help from me shifting my hips so the length could become free from the tight confines of the pants.
I grunted from the contact, at the feel of her little warm hand trying to wrap around my thickness. Her hand was tiny in comparison, her fingers unable to touch as she curled them around my girth.
“Fuck,” I muttered. “That’s it, baby. That’s so it.” I kept watching her with what I knew were hooded eyes. “More,” I grunted when she started stroking her palm up and down my cock. My mouth parted as the air slammed out of me harshly.
I could only stand a few more seconds of her erotic torture before I was pushing her hand away and grabbing myself. She moaned as she rose up on her knees, knowing exactly what I wanted. The crown of my cock was placed at her sweet, honeyed entrance, and then she was sinking down.
I barked out a groan as she sank lower and lower, her tight hotness enveloping every inch of me.
When she had fully taken all of me, I breathed out and said, “Ride me, Blythe.” I curled my fingers tightly into her skin, knowing there’d be fingerprint-sized bruises on her flesh come morning. That thought had me growling in possessiveness, the very idea of having my mark on her—even if I was the only one who would see it—causing my cock to jerk deep within her.
She started moving then, her hands on my shoulders, her body arching up and above mine. After a few seconds, she really started pounding down on my dick, lifting up so the head barely breached her entrance, then sliding back down. I stayed still, letting her take control, giving her that power, but with each passing second, my self-restraint faded.
I felt my orgasm rising up swiftly and clenched my teeth, knowing I had to take control. I started lifting my hips up, feeding her my cock, driving that length back into her at the same time I used the hold I had on her body to push her back down. I did this in tandem, lifting her up at the same time I retreated, then bringing her back down as I thrust back in deep.
She was making mewling sounds, high-pitched cries of her pleasure that spurred me on. My balls were so tight I knew my orgasm would explode out of me and fill her up completely. And as I looked down at her chest, saw the mounds of her breasts bouncing, I grew frantic to see every part of her.
With a fierceness that encompassed me wholly, I gripped the collar of her shirt and in one swift move—my biceps bulging from the force—I tore that material right down the center. The shirt gaped open, and I wasted no time shoving it off her shoulders so it fell to the ground.
And then I looked my fill, her tits bouncing as she continued to ride me, her nipples peaked and hard. My mouth watered, and I didn’t stop myself from leaning forward and capturing one of those peaks in my mouth, drawing the tip inside, dragging my tongue along it before gently biting on her.
She cried out and came, her pussy muscles clenching around my erection. And that was it. I couldn’t hold off any longer. I didn’t want to.
With my hand gently gripping her throat, I pulled her in forcefully and slammed my mouth down on hers, shoving my tongue between her lips just like my cock was deep in her pussy. She cried out as she came again, and that’s when I let go, just exploded, filling her with my cum.
The orgasm lasted seemingly forever, and when she finally sagged against me, feeling the rhythmic pulls of her tightness around my length, a groan left me. I settled back against the couch once more and wrapped my arms fully around her. And then I just held her, the heat from the fire, the warmth from our bodies bouncing between each other, heating me up all over again.
“I love you,” I murmured against the side of her neck and gave her flesh a kiss, drawing my tongue over her slightly salty but very sweet skin, humming in approval.
I pulled back and cupped each side of her face, bringing her mouth to mine, kissing her softly. I conveyed all my love for her, all my need in that one touch of my mouth to hers.
I pulled back, and she sighed in contentment before pressing her chest against mine and resting her head against my neck.
“I love you, Logan.”
I tightened my hold around her at those words.
I thought about making her my wife in the very, very near future. I thought about us starting a family, and I couldn’t help the smile that covered my lips. She couldn’t see it, and she’d never know how happy she made me, but my life was now complete with Blythe in it. In fact, I wish we already had a baby, a little girl who looked just like her, with dark hair and blue eyes.
My heart squeezed with emotion at the thought.
“I have something to tell you,” she said softly, and I pulled back, my hand on the side of her throat, my thumb stroking along her jawline.
“What is it, baby?”
This nervous expression covered her face, but she leaned in and was the one to kiss me softly on the lips.
There was something powerful and electric moving between us. It was breath stealing. It was real. And whatever she was about to say, I knew it was of the utmost importance. But she said nothing and instead took my hand and placed it on her lower belly. It took me no more than a millisecond to know what she was referring to, and as I looked down to where my palm rested, then snapped my attention back up to her face, I felt the world leave me.
“A baby, Logan,” she whispered, her happiness so very clear.
“My baby. Right here.” Even I could hear the awe in my voice. I gathered her close, my arms wrapped around her, a grin on my face.
I felt reality fade. I felt my life become completely whole once again, and it was all because of this woman in my arms.
God. I. Loved. Her. And there was nothing on this planet that could or would ever take her away from me.
The End.
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