She spent several long minutes acquainting herself with his throbbing erection. Licking playfully at his hard cock one minute and then sucking erotically at it the next, she knew she was driving him insane with need, his low grunts and desperate groans like music to her ears.
“Honor, baby, come here. You’ve got to stop,” Zeke demanded hoarsely as he buried the fingers of one hand in her hair and tugging gently as her lips continued to torture him.
Releasing him from her mouth, she looked up his body. “Why? Am I doing something wrong? Just tell me what you like, and I’ll…”
“If your mouth felt any better on my dick, you’d need to call the coroner. The problem is that I’m about thirty seconds away from exploding.”
Honor couldn’t help her mischievous smile. She felt feminine and powerful, and she loved how that felt. “I know I’m not an expert, but I don’t think most men would consider that a problem.”
“No, my sassy little siren, they wouldn’t. But most men haven’t been waiting for six years to sink into your heavenly body either. I have. And when I cum for the first time with you, I want to be buried balls deep inside your pussy. Not your mouth.”
“Oh,” Honor murmured, taking a shallow breath as she averted her eyes. She didn’t know why she was surprised. They’d been building to this all along. And really, how much more intimate did it get than having a man’s penis in your mouth? The idea of Zeke making them into one body shouldn’t rattle her now, should it? Shifting until she was laying on her back at his side, she stared up at the barn’s rafters.
“Babe?” Zeke asked, as he rolled to his side and cupped her cheek and directed her eyes to his. “Talk to me. What’s going through your mind right now?”
Staring at him, she took a deep breath. “Will it hurt?” she asked bluntly, her body going stiff as she remembered the horrible pain she’d experienced years ago. Of course, her saner side knew that Zeke would never deliberately cause her an ounce of pain, but sense memory said what came next was going to hurt like hell.
“Hey, Kitten. Look at me,” Zeke ordered, levering himself over her and cupping the back of her neck as his fingers speared into her hair. Taking his weight on one elbow, he stared into a beautiful face pinched with worry. Waiting until he held her turbulent eyes with his, he vowed, “You have my word, there’s not gonna be a single ounce of pain for you when I make you mine. There’s only gonna be pleasure for you, baby. I promise.”
Hearing him so solemn and seriously, emotion clogged Honor’s throat. “I’m sorry. I don’t wanna let my past ruin this for us,” she whispered as a tear escaped her burning eyes.
Gently licking away the tear, Zeke dropped his lips to hers and kissed her gently. “Nothing is going to ruin this for us, baby. Just keep trustin’ me and I’ll guide us through this,” he breathed against her lips. “Can you do that for me? Can you trust me?” he asked between gentle kisses against her face while he stroked his hands over her body, gently kindling the fire between them again.
“Yes,” Honor conceded as she felt his hands soothing away her doubts. “I trust you, Zeke.” Lifting her head to press her lips to his, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her naked breasts against his bare chest. “Make me yours,” she whispered.
“You’ve always been mine,” Zeke replied huskily as he dropped one hand between them to twirl a finger around her nub and test her readiness.
“Fine,” Honor moaned, lifting herself toward the hand between her legs. “Let me make you mine, then,” she amended with a sultry smile as she felt Zeke’s hardness slide through her slick folds.
Zeke’s head dipped to capture her lips as one arm reached out to snag his discarded jeans from the side of the bed. “One second, love,” he murmured before rearing back to kneel between her parted legs.
Frowning, Honor lifted her head to see what he was doing. “Zeke?”
“I need to protect you,” he explained as he fished his wallet from the back pocket of his jeans and extracted a foil packet. “Want you to have my babies more than I want my next lung full of air, darlin’, but I want my gold on that left hand first,” he continued before tearing open the packet with his teeth and sheathing his cock in latex.
Honor’s heart thudded in her chest at his declaration. Staring at him as he crawled back up her body, dropping kisses against her thigh, her abdomen, and her breasts, she looped her arms around his neck when his lips finally reached hers. “Babies? As in, more than one,” she echoed with a tremulous smile.
“Perfect world… we’d have three, but I’ll compromise on two,” he returned with a grin.
“And your gold?” she repeated coyly, aching one eyebrow.
“If you want my babies, you gotta take my gold. It’s a package deal. I’m a guy that firmly believes in the power of a traditional nuclear family, and that’s what I want for us. Nothing less.”
Honor blinked back happy tears. She’d never imagined having what he offered her. She’d never thought she could have it. Knowing that she could… it was a heady thing. “I love you, Ezekiel. And I definitely think we can talk about both the gold and the babies. Someday,” she added meaningfully.
“Someday soon, Honor,” he amended with twinkling eyes as he slowly flexed his hips and nudged her folds with his thick length. “Been waiting on you to catch up with me about how I felt about you for years. Now that you have, I don’t wanna waste any more time. You got me?” he murmured before lightly sucking at the vulnerable spot between her shoulder and her neck.
“Oh, Lord,” Honor whined as his hot tongue slid along that sensitive patch of skin and his fingers manipulated her swollen nub. “I got you.”
“You sure?” he teased as he moved his lips up the line of her jaw.
“I’m p-positive,” she stuttered as he continued playing with her clit. Lifting her hips, she pushed against his hand. “Ohhhhh, God,” she bit out desperately. “What in the world are you doing to me?” she whimpered as he created a riot of sensations between her legs. “I can’t take much more of this.”
“Yes, you can,” Zeke returned huskily, dipping his head to tongue one beaded nipple. “I need to make sure you’re plenty wet for me,” he breathed against her ear before stealing a wet kiss from her lips. “I need your tight little channel to be slick and ready for me so that when I fill you, I can slide right inside your sweet body just as easy as a key slips into a lock, baby.”
Instinctively trusting Zeke to guide her through what should have been her first time… and really, essentially was her first time since she knew next to nothing about what was going to happen here between them, Honor wrapped her legs around his lean hips and shimmied against his aroused body, the urge to be as close to him as possible nearly undoing her. Catching her breath as she felt his hot, swollen cock move against her slippery folds, she lifted shocked eyes to find Zeke’s steady gaze. She knew she’d touched his penis before, had felt him pulse and throb in her hand…heck, she’d even had him in her mouth, his big body shuddering and on the brink of release, but now, having his length resting right outside her body, poised and ready to become a part of her… it still was a shocking realization to her. Shocking, she thought, but not scary she realized with relief. She felt no fear in his arms. Licking her lips, she shamelessly pressed her achy core against his cock. “I ache, Zeke,” she confessed in a husky whisper.
“I think I’ve got something that might ease that hurt of yours, baby,” Zeke rasped as he feathered a light kiss against her cheek while thrusting his hips against hers, rubbing his dick against her center. “You ready for me, Kitten?”
Shuddering as his dick glided through her folds, the head tapping against the swollen bud of her clit, Honor gasped. “Oh, yeah. I want you to make me feel good again, and this time, I wanna make you feel it, too.”
Zeke nodded and reached for her hand, pulling it toward his cock. “Take me, sweetheart. Guide me into you,” he urged hoarsely as her hand contracted around his jutting shaft. “Just go easy, an
d think of a stone falling into the water,” he breathed against her ear as she slowly led him toward her.
“Oh, Zeke,” Honor moaned as his tip of his penis pierced her snug channel. “Yes,” she breathed as his shaft slid deeper, stretching her in the sweetest possible way until every single inch of him was imbedded inside her, deep and true.
“Sweet mother of fuck,” Zeke cursed, squeezing his eyes shut as he willed himself not to come too soon. Feeling the agonizing pleasure of being buried inside of the only woman who’d ever mattered, he knew this was as perfect a moment as there ever was. Lifting his head to stare into Honor’s eyes, he smiled at the awed expression he saw reflected there. “You okay, baby?” he asked, his voice gravelly with passion.
Was she okay? Absolutely not. Okay was way too mild a word for what she was feeling. This was the single most beautiful moment of her life. It was transcendent. Life affirming. Sublime! “It’s… I’m… I feel so full of you,” she replied shakily, staggered by the weight of the emotion she felt.
“Is it too much?” Zeke asked quickly as he began to withdraw only to groan heavily when Honor’s legs contracted around him and pulled him deeper into her.
“No! Don’t you dare go away,” she replied, panicked. “It’s not enough,” she tried to explain with a timid smile. “I want more of you, Zeke. I need to feel you deeper,” she whispered shyly as her back arched and her core fluttered around his length.
“Deeper?” he repeated thickly, his muscles tensing as he fought the urge the surge inside her, hard and deep.
“Yes,” she returned with an avid nod. “You feel so good inside me. Please make love to me, Zeke. Show me how it’s supposed to be between a man and a woman. Show me what I’ve been missing for so long,” she begged as the brutal need inside her intensified and her body rocked upward against his. Pressing her mouth against his shoulder, she bit down desperately as he made a low growling sound in his throat.
Moaning as he pulled his length out a few inches only to sink back inside her, harder and deeper than before, Honor squeezed her legs around his hips, meeting each of his thrusts with a counter stroke of her own. Her lips found his blindly and long, heated moments bled away as their tongues and bodies mated wildly. Every slide of his dick inside her fed a raging need to have him mark her as his.
“That’s it, baby,” Zeke bit out as he slid his arms under Honor’s knees and lifted her legs higher, letting him slide the last few inches of his cock inside her clutching pussy. “Fuck, yes,” he groaned as her body enveloped his cock, the soft, wet walls milking his dick. “You’re doin’ so good,” he whispered against her parted lips. “Lift your hips and fuck yourself on my cock. Carry us both to heaven.”
“Yes, yes, yes!” Honor chanted, her neck craning against the pillow as Zeke’s tongue swirled around one tightly rucked breast. Every lap of his tongue… every drive of his thick shaft sent her flying higher, the intense sensuality of the moment intoxicating her, making her drunk on passion. Her body strained toward release, hungry and desperate for the biting delight she knew he could provide her. “Harder,” she pleaded with him as his thrusts quickened and one hand tightened around her hips while the other held hers against the pillow. “Please, Zeke,” she muttered breathlessly as his shaft seemed to swell inside her, stretching her walls in a way that made her feel wantonly abandoned and the fingers of one hand buried in Zeke’s dark hair while the other clutched him to her, the nails digging into the skin of his back.
“I love you so much, but I need you to find your peak for me before I lose control and blow before you do,” Zeke grunted, grimacing as the white hot pleasure assaulted him as her tight sheath threatened to strangle his dick. Desperate to watch her release before he felt his own, he let go of her hand to reach between their sweating bodies and rub her clit in tight circles. “C’mon, baby, cum for me,” he ordered seductively between hot, scorching kisses. “Let me feel that sweet cream soak my dick, Honor.”
God, the things his wicked mouth did to her when he talked like that. “Zeke!” she groaned as she felt her muscles begin to quiver and her slick passage begin to clench around his driving shaft. “Yes, Zeke!” she managed to choke as every nerve ending in her body caught fire and became electrified while white noise filled her ears.
Dear Lord, this was what all the fuss was about, she thought wildly as her body convulsed uncontrollably. She finally understood why her sisters insisted that with the right man, two bodies coming together in a physical expression of love could be magical. It was this feeling of complete rightness and utter perfection right here.
She wasn’t even aware she’d screamed her release until Zeke’s lips covered hers, stemming her cries of wonder. Returning his kiss as she felt him stiffen above her, his low grunt of release vibrated against her mouth while his hips jerked against hers as he, too, lost control. She held on to him tightly as his climax tore through him and pulled a long hiss from his lips as he bucked inside her, filling the condom while she silently praying that his moment of completion was as flawless as the one he’d given hers.
And then, as he fell heavily into her arms, there was a blessed, surreal silence as even the birds in the trees paused their chirping to observe the gravity of the moment with them.
Chapter Twenty-Five
July 4, 2016
8:30 pm – The McKinnon Barn
Zeke
Kneeling next to one of the two oil lamps he’d moved to the barn’s loft in preparation for the evening, Zeke adjusted the flame carefully, keeping it high enough to offer some light, but low enough that it didn’t disturb a napping Honor. Grinning to himself as he looked across to where she lay naked except for a thin, lightweight sheet, he couldn’t help feeling like he’d won the lottery.
Finally, after years of loving her, he could call her his own.
Watching as she shifted in her sleep, he licked his lips hungrily as the snowy white sheet slipped down one of her perfectly rounded shoulders and exposed one rosy breast. Staring at the perfect globe, his mouth watered to taste that lush flesh, his appetite for the young woman in bed insatiable. He needed to let her rest - especially since he fully intended to make love to her again a couple of more times tonight, but damn, the urge to wake her with his lips and mouth and teeth was nearly unbearable.
Hell, he knew he was being greedy with her. Six years of strict celibacy would do that to a man, but there’d been no help for that. Only Honor’s body could sate his carnal hunger, and he’d refused to bother trying to become physical with another woman. Not when the woman laid out in front of him was all he’d ever wanted in the world. Fuck, even after having her underneath him three times already in the last half dozen hours or so, he still wanted more of her. Laughing to himself, he happily accepted that the harsh truth was that he could be on life support and he’d still want more of Honor McKinnon’s sweetness both in AND out of bed.
His woman was that damned addictive. And the God’s truth was that she was one habit he never intended to break.
Rising back to his feet, he hitched his jeans, zipped but still unbuttoned, over his lean hips and padded back across the wood floor toward Honor. Still barefoot and shirtless, he hadn’t seen the point in dressing when he’d crawled from their makeshift bed a few minutes ago to get some lights going since he fully intended to be back inside her hot little body before the impending fireworks reached their conclusion, and he wanted to be able to see her perfect face when he did it. Truth was, the sparks they’d create between them would be a hell of a lot more satisfying than anything they could watch in the sky anyway.
Pausing at the ice chest long enough to pull her out a cold drink for when she awakened, Zeke quickly made his way back to her side, dropped her can of soda on the makeshift nightstand and looked down at her serene face, so relaxed and peaceful looking in the dim lighting. Even in slumber she was gorgeous. From her pink bowed lips to the tips of her tiny toes peeking out from beneath the covers, Honor was everything he’d ever wanted and noth
ing he deserved to have.
Of course, that didn’t matter much to him.
He’d wrestle the Devil himself before he ever let her go again.
She was his. Finally, irrevocably and utterly his. Mind and body. Heart and soul.
Quickly pulling another couple of plastic condom wrappers out of his pocket before shucking his jeans, he let the denim pool at his feet before sliding back into the outside bed with Honor. Curling one arm around her, he pulled her back against his chest as he dropped the condoms underneath the pillow with his other hand. Scooting the hair off her shoulder with his chin, he pressed a lingering kiss to the curve of her throat, smiling when she mumbled inarticulately in her sleep and snuggled deeper into his embrace.
God, how he loved this woman, he thought as he held her tightly and deeply inhaled the strawberries and cream scent of her shampoo through his nose. He knew in just a few minutes, the fireworks show would commence on the outskirts of Paradise. While most of the town would congregate at the park to watch the show in the sky, the actual fireworks would be set off just out of town on Route 9. He’d assigned one of his deputies to ride along with the fire department and be on standby in case anything went wrong. The show would last about an hour and would start promptly at 8:45 pm. Which meant, any second now, they should be able to see some beautiful patterns emerging in the sky.
Pressing his lips to her temple as he heard the low boom of the first explosion of the night’s fireworks exploding on the horizon, he murmured against her warm skin, “Honor, baby. Open your eyes.”
“Hmmm,” she hummed, pulling a low groan from Zeke’s mouth when she squirmed in his arms, rubbing her bare ass against his groin. “Sleepy,” she mumbled, turning her face into her pillow.
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