by Kati Wilde
“I know. I do.” My body begins to shake as he slowly drags my panties down over my hips. “I love you, too. So much.”
So much I can hardly bear it. Or this. The electrifying pleasure of his mouth, the long hot lick through my saturated folds. The fervid hunger in his groan. The commanding pressure of his fingers digging into my backside as he holds me still for the relentless teasing of his tongue.
My legs nearly give out when he sucks on my clit, but I want, need, so much more. “No more waiting, Caleb. I need you inside me.”
With a groan, he buries his face against my belly, rolling his forehead from side to side as if in denial. His mouth glistens with my arousal when he looks up at me, his voice harsh with strain. “I’m not holding back with you, baby. This isn’t waiting. This is the first part of doing.”
Making love to me. “We’ve got the rest of our lives to spend on foreplay.”
“Yeah, we do.” Pleasure darkens his eyes, either at the thought or because his fingers just took over for his mouth, his thumb circling my slippery clit. I curl forward on a gasp, bracing my hands on his shoulders as a thick finger pushes past my entrance, gently thrusting. “But your cunt is so damn delicious—and I want this night to be good for you. I want it to be perfect.”
It will be. It already is. It’s been perfect since the moment we spoke our vows. But that perfection isn’t because of pleasure or an orgasm.
“And I want to finish what we began in the church today,” I manage to get out, then my brain almost melts, my back arching as he adds a second finger, stretching my inner walls and making me feel so full. The rest emerges on a rush before I completely lose my mind and come. “I want to consummate our vows, to make you a part of me, and hold you so deep inside that you’re the only thing I know. I want to give myself to you and make you mine when I do. I want to take my husband. And I want my husband to take his wife.”
“My wife.” Feral possession tightens his expression. In a powerful movement, he surges to his feet—and I cry out in surprise as he lifts me with him, his right hand gripping my bottom and his left hand cupping my pussy, two fingers still scissoring within me. “Wrap your gorgeous legs around me, wife.”
And my arms, linking tight around his neck, holding on as I cling to him with my legs around his waist. The iron bar of his forearm across the small of my back pins my torso to his broad chest. A soft whimper escapes my throat as he withdraws his fingers from my liquid heat.
“You’ll give yourself to me right here.” His biceps bulge and flex as his hand works beneath me, tearing open the remaining fastenings on his trousers. “Take me in easy, let your little pussy get used to having this big cock again. Then I’ll carry you over to that bed and claim what’s mine.”
Oh god, yes. Wildly I kiss him, tasting my arousal on his lips. With a grunt, he hefts me higher. The blunt head of his erection parts my intimate folds, hard and hot as it prods my entrance, and I automatically glance down to see though there’s not an inch of space between us.
“Look at me, Audrey.” He rasps out the command and my focus snaps back up to meet his burning gaze. “Look at me while you fill yourself up with my cock. And know that I’m completely yours whether you take me or not.”
I know he is. Devotion and love shine from his eyes as fiercely as when he spoke his wedding vows. “Now?” I whisper breathlessly against his lips.
Jaw clenched, he nods. Waiting for me to take him, his every muscle like high tensile steel as he aligns me over his rigid length. Straining not with the effort of holding me, but the effort of holding himself under control as I relax the tension in my thighs.
Gravity does the rest. Pressure builds at my entrance, then my own weight forces my drenched flesh to give way to the solid thickness of his cock. Only a few inches, but we both groan at the incredible sensation of my inner muscles stretching to accommodate his heavy shaft. We’re face-to-face, Caleb’s head slightly bowed and his forehead pressed to mine, his gusting breaths a ragged storm against my parted lips. His supportive arm around my back prevents me from falling but also denies me any further assistance from gravity, and his erection is so thick and hard and so good inside me that my legs begin trembling, my muscles quivering uncontrollably. Simply clinging to him is suddenly all that I can do.
“Help me,” I beg, desperate to take all of him. “I can’t—”
Jagged lightning flashes behind my eyes as Caleb’s hips surge upward, driving his cock deep. So deep. Filling me completely, and the stunning pleasure of his possession sears my nerve endings with white-hot ecstasy. My head falls back on a loud, helpless moan.
Instantly strong fingers tangle in my hair, bringing my face close to his again. Caleb’s features are a taut mask of arousal, his teeth gritted. “You’ve given yourself to me? Sealed your vows?”
“Yes,” I gasp against his lips, my overfilled sheath still adjusting to the unyielding hardness wedged so far inside me. “You’re mine now, Caleb Moore.”
His eyes blaze. “I’ve always been yours,” he grinds out. “And it’s time to make you mine.”
His mouth captures mine in a scorching kiss as he strides toward the bed. The movement stirs his pulsating length within my body’s tight clasp, each step sending jolts of ecstasy streaking through my sensitized flesh. But even as I tighten my arms around his neck, trying to rise up and ride him, he wrenches me upward, off of his cock. My disappointed whine is cut short when he gently lowers me onto the mattress.
But he doesn’t follow me down as I expect. He remains standing by the bed, his huge erection bobbing and gleaming with my juices. The shaft and crown are flushed a purplish red, as if angry it’s no longer inside me.
So is my pussy. My inner muscles furiously clamp down on the nothing that fills me now. Moaning, I clench my thighs together to ease the ache. “Caleb?”
“Just give me another second, baby. I want to look at what’s mine.” Tension pales his lips as he wraps his fingers around his slick cock and begins to pump. “Our vows didn’t include a promise to obey. But I want you to obey me now and spread those long legs.”
The command sweeps through me on a wave of sheer need. Delicious heat spills deep within me, expanding outward from my center. My body feels utterly heavy, weighed down by the desire flooding through my limbs, pressing me into the bed as if Caleb was already over me, his cock plunging deep.
I need that. My pulse pounding in my ears, obediently I part my thighs, spreading them wide. My breaths come in sharp gasps as his hungry gaze settles on my exposed pussy. He groans, his knuckles whitening as his grip on his cock tightens.
“You’re so damn beautiful, Audrey.” The mattress dips as he climbs on, and my heart seems to sway and swell with the movement, everything within me rolling toward him though my body stays in place. Sweat glistens over his skin as he draws nearer, his hands shaking when they begin trailing up my legs. The aggressive jut of his erection between his heavy thighs draws my gaze to the pearls of cum dripping from the smooth tip.
Yet despite his turgid arousal and obvious need, he barely touches me. His palms skim from my ankles to my calves in the lightest of caresses, his fingers trembling.
Sheer wonder fills me at the sight. “Are you nervous?”
“No. And yes.” His throat works, and his voice is hoarse as he continues, “I’ve got a handle on the sex part. But I’ve also got my whole life, my whole future right here before me. So I need to be careful with it, because you’re so fucking precious.”
And he’s so incredibly sweet. Tender emotion melts through all the liquid desire swirling within me. “I’ll always feel safe with you, because I know you’ll be careful whether you’re gentle or rough. And if you are rough, Caleb, I won’t shatter.”
“I know,” he says gruffly. “You’re so strong and resilient, baby. And so generous, so loving. You’re too damn good for a selfish asshole like me—but I’m taking you anyway.”
Abruptly he drags me closer, friction warming my back as I slide
across the bedspread. His fingers curl under my thighs and he raises them higher, higher, then rocks forward until he’s braced over me with my knees hooked over his elbows and his swollen cock parting the soaked lips of my pussy.
Everything about the position is forceful, commanding—and every part of him is hard, from his corded muscles to his thick erection to the demanding fingers that tilt my chin up to meet the claim of his mouth.
But his kiss is so gentle, and his voice a low murmur against my lips. “Will you take me, Audrey?”
“I will, Caleb,” I vow, clasping his face in my hands. “Today. Tomorrow. Forever.”
His warm mouth seeks mine again and his kiss deepens, capturing my moan of pleasure as my body yields to his sweet, inexorable possession. The taut strain of my inner walls echoes the adjustment taking place even deeper inside, as Caleb becomes a part of me. Truly making me his wife. Giving me his heart and his life. It’s so big, so much. Almost too much too take. But I do.
I always will.
Holding him tight, I take him all. When his enormous cock is seated deep within my pussy, filling me completely, he pauses for only a moment to hoarsely groan, “I love you, baby,” before he begins to move.
He loves me. And I’m no longer outside of myself, looking down—as if his every long, slow thrust forces me back into the flesh that he’s worshipping with his lips, with his hands, with his body. No longer disconnected, but exquisitely and gloriously contained within my own skin, this woman who’s crying out as he fills me again and again, relentlessly loving me, making me his.
So endless. So delicious. I didn’t know it would be like this. The luscious burn, the frenzied need—none of that is new, yet it’s so much more than it was before. Not just lust and pleasure, but joy and astonishment as my hands cling so tight to his shoulders, as my hips twist and writhe beneath his, the ecstasy within me stretching tighter and tighter. As if with every thick, devastating stroke of his cock he’s driving more of this heart-swelling emotion into me, until I’m almost bursting.
But when the orgasm hits, it’s not an explosion that frees all that trapped emotion. Instead a cresting wave crashes through me again and again, drowning my senses in the euphoric wonder of Caleb loving me. Desperately I gasp for air, arching as my body convulses. He abruptly stills inside me, groaning my name against my lips as my inner muscles constrict, and his ragged exhalation gives me the breath I need to survive the deluge of his own release, the hot pulse of his cock that sends me under again, coming helplessly as he pumps me full of his seed.
Then he kisses me and kisses me, before rolling over onto his back and taking me with him. I sprawl bonelessly over his chest. For a long moment I can’t do anything but catch my breath, luxuriating in the feel of his hard body against me, within me.
Until gently he withdraws, sweeping his hand down my back, murmuring that he loves me. At that, I kiss him again. He’s not even inside me now, but I’m closer to him than I’ve ever been, as if he’s burrowed beneath my skin. As if all the love he fucked into me is still there.
Lifting my head, I search his gaze—and see the same joyous wonder and blissful contentment that I’m feeling. My hand trembles as I trace his lips. “You told me our wedding night wouldn’t be the same as our first time, but I didn’t realize how much different it would be.”
A rough laugh escapes him and he shakes his head before kissing my fingertips. “I just meant that I’d last longer than a few pumps. I didn’t know it would feel like this.”
It was different for him, too? “It hasn’t before?”
“No, baby.” His voice is like gravel. “Never. Not even close.”
“I like that very much,” I tell him softly, with emotion clogging my throat and my heart so, so full. “So this is what it feels like to be loved?”
A rough groan rumbles from his chest. “Whatever this feels like, baby, it’s because you are loved. I love you so damn much.” His palm gently cups my cheek. “But how does it feel?”
Sudden tears sting my eyes. “Happy,” I tell him with a tremulous smile. “But not like the happy that I’m used to. It’s more than laughing or smiling. I could have all the money in the world and not buy this. It’s as if I’ve been given everything, simply because you love me.”
His throat works, and he nods. “That’s what you loving me feels like. But as if I have no money at all, yet still have everything. That’s what you’ve given to me,” he says thickly, then threads his fingers through my hair and captures my mouth in a sweetly sensual kiss. Because our wedding night isn’t over yet.
And we both have so much more to give, our wedding night might never end.
14
Caleb
Married to Audrey, I suspect every day will be just like Christmas. But the day after our wedding actually is Christmas, and I wake up not long after sunrise to a warm cabin and a cold bed, with my wife’s sweet scent clinging to my skin. I drag a pair of flannel pajama pants out of the dresser, because her employees didn’t just bring our luggage yesterday but also unpacked everything. The wrapped presents that I stashed in my duffel bag are already under the tree—along with a pile of other gifts that I hope are wedding presents and not from Audrey to me.
She already gave me her heart. I don’t need anything else. Just her.
I hit the bathroom and head down the stairs from the loft, my steps slowing as I take in the view through the enormous windows. Holy shit. Last night it was too dark when we arrived to see anything except snow and more snow, but her cabin sits at the end of a small, ice-covered pond, with jagged white mountain peaks rising in every direction. It’s utterly fucking stunning.
But I shouldn’t be surprised that she built her cozy getaway in a place like this. Of course she did.
And the majestic beauty surrounding us is absolutely nothing compared to the sight that greets me downstairs. With her back to me, Audrey sits on a stool in front of the breakfast bar that separates the kitchen from the living room, her head bent over a sheet of paper. Her pale hair is stacked up in a messy bun, her feet encased in fuzzy green-and-red striped socks…and she’s wearing the white dress shirt that I got married in. The long sleeves are rolled up to her elbows, and the hem almost hits her knees.
She’s the sexiest, most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
My cock thickens as my gaze devours her. Then she absently flips up the collar and turns her face into the fabric, as if trying to inhale my scent, and my heart cinches up tight in my chest.
I can give her more of me than that.
She doesn’t seem aware of my approach before my arms circle her waist from behind, yet she doesn’t stiffen in surprise. Instead she sighs with pleasure and tilts her head to the side when I nuzzle her bare neck.
“Good morning, wife.”
“Good morning, husband,” she replies with a smile, reaching back to clasp her hand around the nape of my neck. “I missed you.”
“I missed you, too.” Less than five hours ago, I fell asleep beside her. But I began missing her the moment I woke up. “Are you always up this early, or is it because it’s Christmas morning?”
“Both.” There’s a smile in her voice. “I made you coffee. But you might have to make it again, because it was a while ago.”
Made for me, because she doesn’t drink coffee. Touched by her thoughtfulness, I tilt her head back so I can tease her mouth open for a taste between her lips. And she’s sweet.
So sweet. And tart. Just like lemon buttercream.
I nibble at her bottom lip. “You had cake for breakfast?”
“Yes.” She grins against my mouth. “It’s Christmas.”
I have something just as creamy and tangy in mind for my breakfast, but I’ll fuel up with food and caffeine first. Audrey appears engrossed in whatever it is she’s doing, anyway—and she must have been at it for a while, because the coffee’s stone cold.
Sticking a full mug into the microwave, I check out the array of yellow sticky notes arranged into ne
at columns on the counter near her elbow. In front of her is a sheet of paper overlain with a grid, and with other sticky notes tacked onto the squares. Whatever this project is, she’s giving it her full concentration. Lower lip trapped between her teeth, her eyebrows knitted together, she sticks another note into an empty square.
“What is that, baby?”
“My schedule.”
“I thought you weren’t working this week.” It’s fine if she has to, but I’m pretty damn sure she didn’t want to.
“I’m not working. This is our honeymoon schedule.”
Aside from the day we leave, we don’t have a schedule. At least, we didn’t have one yesterday. The calendars on our phones were empty. “Don’t you usually wing it when you’re out here?”
That’s what she told me before. Whether summer or winter, she makes certain her time at the lodge is completely unstructured.
“That was before we had sex. Now I want to make sure we can have as much as possible and in every position. So the idea of making a schedule for it got into my head.”
A sex schedule? Grinning, I look closer and make out what she’s written on some of those stickies. Cowgirl. Doggy. Sixty-nine.
My god, I love this woman.
She picks up an Against the wall and chews her bottom lip while considering the open blocks of time. “How many hours of sleep do you usually need?”
“Usually around six hours.” Blow job. Another Doggy. Obviously she has great faith in my stamina. Teasing her, I add, “Maybe six and a quarter, if I’m really worn out.”
“Quarter?” Dismay tightens her expression as she stares down at the grid. Then she begins pulling off the stickies, putting them back into the array by her elbow.
“Hold up. What are you doing, baby?”
“I only broke it down into thirty minute blocks.” An almost desperate frustration fills her voice as she gestures to a short stack of paper at the end of the counter. “I have to redo it again. Can you get me a new sheet from the desk?”