Page 59 of Jobe

Chuckling, he replied, “Babe? My mom need an excuse to get the whole family together? Not a problem.”

She felt his chest rumble against her side as he laughed. Loving the feel as much as the sound, she relaxed in his arms as they tightened around her.

He kissed her once more, this time with more of a promise of things to come. “What about getting married? I want to as quickly as possible but know that these things take time.”

Mackenna sat quietly in thought and he began to worry about what was on her mind. She finally lifted her gaze to him, licking her lips nervously.

“Um, I was thinking a lot about this and I really need you to hear me out, okay Jobe?”

His heart pounded as he grew fearful of what she was going to say. “Okay. I’m listening.”

“Well, here’s the thing. I…I don’t need a big wedding. I know that years ago we were planning a huge wedding with all the trimmings. You know, princess dress and veil, big church, everyone we knew, big reception.” Her voice choked, “Dad walking me down the aisle. All that.”

A tear escaped, and his heart broke knowing that his stupidity had kept her from that dream. Wiping the tear with his rough thumb, he said, “Baby, I’m so sorry—”

She quickly interrupted, “Oh no, I’m not looking for an apology. Please let me finish.”

He nodded, so she continued. “Five years ago that was important to me. The wedding that, when you’re a little girl, you dream about. But now life is so different. Those things just aren’t important to me anymore.”

Wanting to take away his confusion, she plunged ahead. “Jobe, I just want to be married to you. That’s it. Period. That’s all I want. No big wedding. No big, expensive reception. Just you, me, our families and a few friends. We can even go to the Justice of the Peace if you want.” Grabbing his face in her hands, she said, “Are you getting this, honey. I just want you. Just married. That’s all. And if you want to do it this weekend when we tell our parents then that’s fine too.”

Before he could respond, she pulled him in all the way, her lips melding with his. She moved her mouth over his, knowing the taste, the feel, the sensations that always engulfed her when they kissed. He allowed her to take charge for a moment, her words resounding in his head.“I just want you. Just married. That’s all.”

As the realization washed over him that she was his—truly, passionately, wholly his—he pulled her tighter and took over the kiss. Angling her head for maximum contact, he thrust his tongue into her mouth, tasting every inch.

His hand moved from cupping her face to slowly sliding down her arm to the bottom of her shirt. Grasping the material he peeled it off of her gently, dropping it to the floor. The creamy skin of her breasts spilled out of the top of her lacy bra and he trailed his lips from hers as he kissed his way tortuously down her neck into her cleavage.

Mackenna’s head fell back as her skin came alive from his lips. He reached behind and with a flip of his fingers her bra was unsnapped and she shifted her body so that the scrap of material could slide down her arms and join her shirt on the floor.

Standing with her in his arms, Jobe strode toward the bedroom, his lips fused once more to hers. Reaching the bed, she was lowered to the mattress when he finally halted the kiss. Standing over her, he tugged her pants down past her hips, snagging her panties as he went. With her body now naked for his perusal, he leaned over, resting his weight on one hand as he admired her perfection.

Her rosy tipped nipples beckoned and he obliged. Sucking one deeply into his mouth, he halted when she jumped. “Was I too hard, doll?” he murmured.

“Ummm,” she replied. “No, they’re just sensitive. More so than usual.”

Realizing that her pregnant body was already responding differently, he moved back to her breasts, this time licking her nipples before sucking gently on them. She writhed underneath his ministration, feeling each pull on her breasts send a jolt to her womb.

She smiled in delight as he stood up before grabbing her ankles to pull her to the side of the bed. She raised her head to watch as he laid a trail of open-mouth, wet kisses from her breasts down her stomach, ending between her legs. Her legs spread wide, he feasted on her wet folds, sliding his tongue deep inside.She tastes sweeter than anything I could have imagined.

Her head fell back on the bed as the sensations swept over her, threatening to drown her in their intensity. Her sex throbbed as his tongue continued its thrusts. She began to rock her hips up seeking more contact, more pressure, more…anything.

He chuckled, placing his large hand on her hips to keep her still. He continued to lick her folds, pressing his tongue inside her sex, then moved up slightly to pull her clit into his mouth. His hand slipped up towards her breasts, lightly pinching a nipple at the same time.

She cried out as her world exploded in a shower of sensations, sparks flying out from her core in all directions. He lapped up her juices as the orgasm created the flow he had been waiting for. She lay boneless, not sure she could move until he stood and leaned over her, dragging her body up higher on the bed. Lifting herself up, she admired the physique towering over her. She would never get tired of seeing him naked, his muscular body proudly on display. Over six feet of sinew honed from years in the military. His six-pack abs led downward to his massive legs, with his cock standing out ready to meld his body with hers.

He crawled up her body. With the scent of her sex filling the air, he nipped at her still flat stomach and suckled her breasts gently. Lowering his hips between her legs, his dick strained to enter her as though it had a mind of its own. Jobe gazed down at the face of the woman he loved, marveling that such a perfect creature wanted him. Her eyes were closed allowing her thick lashes to touch her cheeks. Her pale complexion was reflected in the moonlight shining through the windows. Her shiny mass of thick hair laying on the pillow.

“Eyes, babe,” he softly ordered. She smiled as her eyes opened and her gaze met his.

“Love you, Mackenna. You’ve got my heart,” he whispered.

“You have all of me, soldier-boy. Always.”

With that, he plunged his straining cock deep inside her, fully seating himself in one thrust. Her hips moved upwards to meet his as his thrusts became more forceful. With wild abandon, he pumped furiously inside as though reaching a secret place inside of her that he wanted to touch. With that intensity, it did not take long until she was screaming his name as her climax roared through her.

He pumped until her walls had stopped milking him, then he quickly pulled out much to her dismay. Before she could question him, he flipped her over onto her stomach and grasped her hips to pull them up and back.

“On your knees, babe,” he ordered, voice raspy with need, as he placed a pillow under her hips.

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