cock pulsed harder. He thrust forward, sliding between her legs, and watched her eyes flutter at the intrusion.
Pleasure shot down his legs and his ass clenched. He slipped his hand behind her neck and pulled her mouth to him. Slipping his tongue into her, he held his lower half still, letting her feel how much he filled her.
Twyla shuddered, lifting her leg and pressing her pelvis forward. He groaned. Even that little movement threatened to undo him.
She slid her hand along his ribs, going under his arm. He gave her another inch, slowly moving back and forth.
It would be easy to come. Too easy.
He wished he had more time between now and when they'd have a house full of Tarkio members. He'd spend all fucking day inside of her.
Sucking on her tongue, he lowered his hand over the slope of her hip and gripped the curved bone. His balls throbbed. She was slick and warm, even though she'd gone without panties throughout the whole ceremony with the JP directing them to swear to love and honor.
She'd gone bare on purpose, having whispered her gift to him as they walked up the steps into the building. There was no doubt that she was his woman.
Ballsy.
Brave.
Daring.
Hearing how she was with his sister when Tracy needed her the most took him to his knees when Rick told him what'd happened at the clubhouse the night he'd gone after Big.
He lifted his head, looking down her body, and jerked her closer, locking their bodies together. She was made for him.
He moved her hips with his. The sweet tightness of her pussy squeezed down on him.
Her body stirred in a wave along the length of him. Holding her tighter, he made longer strokes.
Pushed. Pulled. Slid. Thrust.
Her breathing grew shallow. His breath grew heavy.
He couldn't get over the idea that she was his. Not one who thought he wanted a marriage certificate, he now wanted to frame the damn thing and hang it on a nail in the fucking living room.
Her skin flushed. He moved faster inside her.
Atop him, her leg trembled. "Whip?"
She caught her lower lip and arched. He rolled and braced above her. As he supported himself with his arms, he pounded into her.
He drove deep and quick, wanting her to remember today. The day she completed him.
"Oh, God. Yes." Her thighs tightened down on him. "Yes."
His blood roared. "That's it. Let it go."
He ground his hips down, thrusting up, stealing the words from her reply.
The cords of his neck raged as he buried every inch of him in her. Again and again.
Twyla bowed on the bed, moaning loudly. He growled. She looked fucking amazing.
He had her total trust. She had his. This was their life together.
Everything he gave her made him a better man. A stronger man. A freer man.
She was open to him and he dominated that vulnerability. Spread out on the bed, her hair loose and wild on the mattress. She flew like an angel, caught up in pleasure he gave her. Damn right, he gave her pleasure.
Every day, he'd give it to her, over and over.
He impaled her with his cock, eliciting a moan from her. It was almost too much. The tightness. The wetness. Ah, Jesus.
He lowered his upper body and captured her mouth.
She moaned into him. Consumed, he hungrily devoured her, taking her tongue, her lips, until her movements quickened and she violently thrashed on the bed. Then, he put his lips on her neck and gave her a mark that branded her his.
The sound of flesh smacking flesh. The heady aroma of sex hung around them.
His balls constricted as her attention turned to the pleasure wrapping around her. As if one, every muscle in his body surged.
She clenched around him. Her body bowed. Her head pressed back onto the bed as she ceased breathing.
A spasm rolled through his abdomen, and his ball sack constricted, threatening to weaken him as his climax possessed him. Then, sweet relief crumbled him, jet after jet.
Twyla's aftershocks continued to caress him minutes after she'd orgasmed. He blinked the tunnel vision away and absorbed her pleasure.
Her back gave up control, and she decompressed into the mattress. Her lips turned into a satisfied smile.
Knocked for a loop, he leaned to the side and fell beside her on the bed. His cock slipped free, smearing their combined wetness across her thigh.
No more condoms. There was going to be nothing between him and his woman.
She laughed gently. "I think you wore me out."
"Let's stay in bed