Page 36 of Married to Her Yeti
“Oh, sweet, sweet Mari,” he rumbled, his deep voice sending vibrations through her. “You’re so tight, so wet, so fucking perfect.” He kissed her again, holding still while her body adjusted to his length and thick girth.
This was no invasion. Mari welcomed Nima into her body, once again feeling whole as she joined with her yeti. Her one and only. “I love having you inside me,” she told him, her lips brushing his ear as she spoke. “You complete me, Nima.” She traced her thumb across his cheek. “I love you.”
Nima’s heartthreatened to burst from his chest at Mari’s declaration.
A week ago—hell, three days ago—he'd never thought he’d be balls deep in Mari again. At least, not outside of epic wet dreams. But here he was, in the hallway to her bedroom of all places, nailing the woman he loved against her own wall. And it was so. Fucking. Good.
Mari’s slick, eager pussy was bliss around his dick. Nothing would ever compare. Nothing. But it wasn’t simply the physical pleasure of it that made it so mind-blowing. It was loving Mari and being loved in return.
She claimed he completed her, and the same was true for him. “Mari,” he rasped, emotion straining his voice, “I haven’t felt this whole in ten long years. You are a part of me. I finally feel like myself again.” He leaned in and kissed her. “I love you too. I always have, and I always will.”
Mari kissed him back as their salty tears ran over eager lips.
Then Nima moved, pulling out and slowly thrusting into Mari’s tight heat as he pinned her to the wall. Her knees dug into his waist as she picked up his rhythm. “If this hurts,” he panted, “your ribs, ankle... anywhere. Tell me, I’ll stop.”
Mari tugged on the fur at the back of his head, the small sting only enhancing his pleasure. “Don’tyou fucking dare.” She let out a hum of appreciation as he ground into her again. “It’s so good, Nima. So fucking good.” With a moan she added, “Faster.”
Nima growled as he increased his pace, the frame on the wall at Mari’s shoulder thumping in time with his thrusts. He trusted Mari to tell him if it was too much, and gods, he wanted faster too. Adjusting his grip, Nima wrapped one arm under Mari’s ass, freeing his other hand to slide beneath her shirt. When he tweaked her rock-hard nipples through the fabric of her bra, Mari’s gasp of pleasure flooded him with satisfaction. Later, when he had her laid out on her bed, he’d palm her whole breast, suck her nipples into his mouth and tease them with his sharp teeth to make her cry out.
“I’m close, Nima,” Mari moaned, “so close.” The desperate tone of her voice, her half-lidded eyes, and the way she pulsed around him nearly brought him to his peak as well.
Nima moved his hand downward, between Mari’s legs, finding her slick, swollen clit with the pads of his fingers. She cried out, her hands fisting in his fur, her knees locking against his hips as her pussy clamped around his cock while she came.
It was too much. Nima’s pace grew frantic. Mari’s sweet mewling mixed with his own satisfiedgrowl as he thrust deep one last time, pulsing into her with his release, hips tipped forward as he climaxed inside this beautiful woman—the love of his life.
Nima rested his forehead against Mari’s. Tears had turned to sweat as they both panted.
Her warm breath fanned over his face as she said, “That was so good... for round one.”
Grinning, Nima pressed a quick peck to her smiling lips. “How many rounds are you up for, my love?”
“At least one more before we go to sleep. We can save the other condoms for Christmas day.”
“Mari?”
“Hmm?”
“It’s after midnight. ItisChristmas Day.”
Mari giggled. “You fucked me right into Christmas?”
Nima huffed a laugh. “Maybe our new tradition?”
Mari drew back, fingertips brushing fur away from his forehead, gaze finding his in the dim hallway, lit only by the lights of the small Christmas tree.TheirChristmas tree. “I look forward to a lifetime of new traditions with you, Nima.”
His heart swelled, and his eyes moistened again. “I do too, Mari. So much.”
EPILOGUE
Mari adjusted her truck’s visor to shade her eyes as she bumped down her icy driveway. With snow, longer sunny days, and the promise of spring, March in Alaska was the best time of year. Although, since she and Nima had reconciled—and he’d moved in with her—every day was the best day, regardless of the weather or date on the calendar.
She parked next to Nima’s truck, and he waved to her from the deck, a bag of birdseed in his hand. Mari waved back, then as soon as he turned the other way, she snatched the garment bag holding her wedding dress off her passenger seat. “Don’t peek,” she called out, giddy with pre-wedding excitement, before dashing into the house. She carefully hung the dress inside a canvas garment bag, one thatfolded into a duffel, perfect for their remote Alaska travel plans to Polaris Ice Field.
The opaque plastic bag wouldn’t have revealed her mother’s altered dress or the aqua-blue shawl—the same color as her groom’s eyes—Dorje had knit for her. But Mari didn’t want Nima to see even a hint of the dress before renewing their vows. She’d embraced the role of atraditionalbride. The kind who’d been married for ten years already, lived with her yeti husband-groom, and regularly enjoyed such pleasures as riding his giant blue cock. Like Christmas Eve pizza, she made her own traditions and wanted to fully surprise Nima with her dress and shawl when they renewed their vows at Tseten’s destination birthday party.
Mari backtracked, heading outside into the sunshine to greet Nima. She eyed the large stack of firewood by her shed, the remnants of the tree that had fallen on her, and stepped onto the deck as Nima moved to the next feeder.
She had a love-hate relationship with that stack of wood. The tree had physically hurt her. But if she hadn’t needed Nima’s care, would they be together now? She looked forward to burning those logs like they’d torched their Christmas tree and divorcepaperwork, but she also treasured the small birdhouse Nima had built from the spruce boughs.
