long before his big hands close over my ass, and he drops to his knees, scooting my hips forward until I’m hanging on the edge of the counter, and my pussy meets his mouth. I lean back, clutching at the cabinets behind my head as his mouth moves over me.
He sucks and torments my clit with his tongue until I’m panting with need, then he slips two fingers inside me and finds that sweet spot that drives me wild and has me moaning. He watches me with heated eyes as his thumb strums over my clit until the orgasm hits me strong and hard and my head bangs against the cabinet.
He scoops me into his arms to carry me into the living room. A second later, I’m flat on my back on the rug in front of the fire and he’s pulling his dick out of his undone jeans to slip inside me.
And it’s heaven.
“Goddamn, baby. I’ve missed sinking into this hot wet pussy all these weeks.”
“I’ve missed that, too, husband.”
He brackets me in with his arms. “Like your fire?”
I turn my head to look. “I love my fire. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” Then he rolls us until he’s on his back and I’m straddling him. The fingers of one hand thread into my hair while his other hand moves to the buttons of the flannel shirt. A second later he’s pushing it off my shoulders to bare my breasts. He cups their heavy weight. “I know we don’t have much time before the boy wakes, but you’re all mine right now, and I think you should show your husband how grateful you are for that nice fire he built you.”
I begin to rock against him. “You just lie there, husband and let me do all the work.”
He grins and cocks a brow. “I do love to watch you move.”
I splay my hands on his chest and rock against him, my breasts swaying just above his face. I undulate and arch my back and feel his palms stroke over my hips and waist.
“You set the pace, Tess. As fast or as slow as you want.”
I grin and soon I’m bucking against him until he’s driven to roll me to my back and take the control I know he longs for. I willingly give it over, and my man takes me hard and fast like I want him to, like I’ve missed all these weeks.
He stares down at me, and I can see by the tension in his face that he’s getting close.
“You want it?” he asks between clenched teeth.
I nod, eager for it, and he thrusts one more time and comes long and hard inside me until his body collapses on top of me. I wrap my arms around him, stroking his back, my fingers spearing up into the hair at the nape of his neck.
His moan vibrates through his chest to mine, and I smile. I’m so in love with this man my heart is near to bursting.
I grin and press my mouth to his ear to whisper, “I smell bacon.”
“Shit, I forgot to take it out of the oven.”
I squeeze him harder. “That’s okay. I like it extra crispy.”
He lifts up and stares down at me, pushing a strand of hair off my face. “You okay?”
“Wonderful.”
“Was the small ceremony yesterday enough for you?” His brow creases with a frown and I wish I could convince him the simple wedding out by the pond with just our friends and family was all I wanted.
I lift a brow and say, “Tell me again how pretty I was.”
He grins. “You were gorgeous, baby.” He plays with a long curl of my hair. “I loved the way you wove flowers into your hair, and I loved your dress.”
I’d worn a simple strapless lace dress that flared out into a small train.
After the short ceremony, we’d had food and music and we’d partied into the evening. When darkness fell, Gypsy surprised me with a fireworks display he’d arranged for across the pond.
“The fireworks were magical.”
“Glad you liked them.” He presses a kiss to my forehead, then pulls me to my feet. “Let’s eat, then I’m taking you to the shower and soaping your gorgeous body head to toe.”
Three months later—
“I’m proud of you, babe. You worked hard and really pulled it off.” Gypsy stares down at me as I cuddle to his side with our baby in my arms.
I look around at all the work we’ve done bringing my grandparents property back to life.