Page 39 of A Week To Wed
But he’s mine as much as I’m his, and I’m here for his pleasure as much as he’s here for mine. He stuffs me again, building an irregular rhythm with his cock and finger, using my hair to guide me.
I feel his body growing tenser and tenser by the minute, and instead of focusing on the trembling, throbbing of my clit, I bask in the pleasure of being filled by him, having him all to myself. At feeling every vein and ridge and knowing just how much he loves it when I use my muscles to milk him.
“Rest your head down, love, and touch yourself.”
I hadn’t even realized how tense my arms were, and I feel relief when I rest my head on the pillow. With his hands in my hair and my man owning my ass in every way possible, I reach down between my folds and find my aching nub, the center of my pleasure.
I’m so turned on I nearly instantly explode at the first contact, but I keep it together. I know what he wants.
He wants us to come at the same time.
And we do just that.
As I paint circles around my clit with my finger, I feel the familiar tug in my belly. It spreads like sparks through my lower body, and just as the spasms begin, my Lincoln roars and comes hard.
He jets into me again and again, with my climax milking him to conclusion. I pulse around him so hard and for so long that tears spill from my eyes.
“My beautiful bride,” he sighs, running his hands through my hair, over my back, and down my thighs.
I feel us dripping everywhere.
I let out a long sigh to drown out my choking sobs, but he hears the catch in my throat.
“Baby,” is all he says, rolling me on top of him while he’s still buried deep inside me. “What is it?”
“I’m just so happy,” I whisper hoarsely.
The play of his fingers over my bare back sends pleasurable shivers, wringing out the last of my release. I nuzzle into him, nosing his chest with a shuddering breath. I feel as though I want to burrow inside this man.
It’s hard to see his face while lying spread eagle on his chest, so I roll off, and he tucks me into his side. My favorite place to be.
“Happy birthday,” I sigh with a lazy smile.
“Happy birthday to me,” Lincoln says, squeezing me into him tighter.
I look up at the light strings hanging from the ceiling. It lights up his beautifully lined face and makes the sheets and lush drapes around us glow like moonlight.
“I had it all planned out down to the last detail, and yet somehow, you continue to surprise me. The dance, the hayloft, the dress. You made everything so magical, and you didn’t have to. You said you would just show up and didn’t care about any of that fuss.”
“Maybe I do, and maybe I don’t. You’re rubbing off on me.”
“Or maybe you’re a lot more charming and thoughtful than you give yourself credit for, Lincoln.”
“I do have good taste. I kept you, after all.”
We lie there and talk about our wedding, laugh about everything that went wrong, and sigh in relief about everything that went right.
“Wanna go up to the house and shower?” Lincoln asks. “We don’t have to sleep here.”
“Hm,” I say thoughtfully. “We’ve got plenty of time. An afternoon flight to our honeymoon. Let’s stay here and stare at the stars a little longer.”
“You mean lights?”
I laugh, now almost unable to keep my eyes open. “Stars. Lights. Everything is hazy when I’m in heaven.”
Epilogue
Two years later
