35. Chapter Thirty-five
Chapter Thirty-five
Blue
“Where are we going?” She looks out the window as I turn onto a familiar road.
“Home, baby.” I smirk watching the confusion knit her brow.
“But it’s like we’re going back to the dairy.” “Close.” Turning onto the lane leading to the massive barns, I cut around to the far side away from the house.
“There it is.” My hand squeezes her thigh as she sits up higher.
“Is that a fifth wheel?” Her head twists between me and the windshield.
I slow down and park next to Wade’s truck. “I was hoping he’d still be here so I could thank him. This is his wedding present to us. We get to use the camper as long as we need it.”
Excitedly, she turns and clamps my cheeks, peppering my chin and lips with rapid kisses. “You did this so I’d be close enough to help if Dad needs it?”
“And far enough he can’t hear you scream my name.” When I shut my door, it cuts off her giggle until I make my way to her side.
“You’re the best husband ever.” She falls into my arms.
“Remember that if I fart in my sleep.” Lifting her by her thighs, I drape her over my shoulder, spanking her ass lightly with every step.
Her squeals and laughter make my cock harder the closer I get to the trailer.
Wade slings the side open, a broad smile beneath his thick red mustache. “There’s the happy couple.” He clamors down the steps, his arm extending for a hearty handshake. “Congratulations, man. I never thought you’d do it.”
“She’s impossible to resist.” I pat Libby’s hip again for good measure, then set her down gently.
Her golden hair flies over her flushed face that she brushes away before looping her arm around mine. “Thank you, Wade. This is wonderful.”
“Shucks. It’s the least I could do. Blue getting married means hell is fixin’ to freeze over, so I won’t be needing it,” he chuckles.
“It ain’t fancy, but it’ll give you both some privacy.
” He squints at me against the sun, then tips his hat.
“Welp, you kids have fun.” His heavy hand slaps my back before he walks to his truck.
A dust cloud is all he leaves behind .
Libby stops me, her palms flattening on my chest. “I can’t tell you how much I appreciate this. I was worried about leaving Dad since he can’t drive. And neither of them cook worth a darn.” Her bottom lip rolls between her teeth.
My fingers weave into her tangled hair. “It’s my job to make things easier for you. You don’t have to do it all anymore, we’re a team.”
“Well—” Her gaze thickens as she presses closer. “—I do know one thing I want to do.”
Blood rushes to my groin seeing the hunger in her eyes. “Is it on your list?”
“Mmhmm. Something I’ve never done before.” Her teasing touch works its way down my stomach until she threads into the waist of my new jeans.
“It is my duty, as your husband , to fulfill every…single…item.” I walk us close enough that I can reach the handle to the RV, pulling it open to a wave of cool air.
Ah, good man. Wade already plugged it in.
And he grabbed the bags from the house I told him about.
He’s a saint.
“Oh, look! Wade got us wine!” She pulls the bottle from a small bucket filled with ice. Flipping open a few cabinets, she finds a stack of red plastic cups. “Perfect!”
The space inside isn’t huge, but the bed is. Looks like even fresh linens .
I sit on the edge, kicking off my boots, then push them against the wall.
How is it I can be completely content just watching her fluid movements? Her white dress flows around her calves when she turns, a full drink in each hand.
She steps between my legs to gingerly present me with a very full portion.
“To our new life.” When she taps our cups together, wine sloshes over the edges.
Before I can wipe my thumb, she bends and runs her scalding tongue over my fingers.
My cock leaks against my zipper. “So what was that new thing on your list?” My voice is husky with lust.
Those deep blue eyes glance up as she continues her slow path, sucking every trace of alcohol. “Make love to my husband. ”
I can’t set my drink down fast enough.
“Crawl up here. I’d rather taste you than champagne.” I throw my hat towards the corner, not giving one flying fuck where it lands.
“Want this on or off?” She teases the thin strap of fabric off her delicate collar bone while setting down her own cup.
“On. I want to devour my wife in her wedding dress.” My hands work under the hem up her smooth legs until I reach the skiff of her panties. When they fall to the floor, she steps out of them to kneel over my hips .
She makes a small squeak when I lift her by her waist, settling her thighs against my ears. She hovers her sweet pussy just above my lips.
“Sit,” I growl, cinching her pelvis down.
“But your nose…” Her words fade when my mouth finds her taut clit.
Pausing, I pull my chin far enough to speak. “I’m fine.”
I can’t breathe through my nostrils, but if this is how I die, I die happy.
The only negative is I can’t see her beautiful face, just the underside of satin.
She’s tender at first, but as her sultry moans grow in tempo, she grinds herself harder against my hungry mouth.
Flicking my tongue over her soaking seam, I can feel her fingers searching for my head.
My favorite part is that I know what will tip her quickly over the edge. That’s what I never appreciated about a relationship.
Knowing what she loves, and hates.
No guessing. Just sheer enjoyment making her come over and over.
My nuts ache in my jeans as she screams out my name while writhing over my swollen face.
She collapses forward, bracing herself against the wall as the shudders of her climax wrack through her .
“That’s my good wife. Now do it again, but let me come with you.” I shimmy my jeans over my ass, letting my rock solid cock spring free.
“Only if you promise not to pull out.” Her flushed smiling cheeks appear as she shifts her body down mine.
“I’m never doing that again. The last of the condoms went in the garbage this morning.” I’ve been hard all day waiting for this moment.
“Why, Mr. Pierce, are you trying to get me pregnant?” She bites her bottom lip as she lowers her wet slit over my engorged tip.
I roll my hips, pressing on her pelvis to seat myself as deep inside her as I can. “Practice makes perfect, baby.”
Fuck, she’s so tight it almost hurts.
“Blue—” Her panting little whine makes my nuts tingle. When she leans forward it ups the friction, driving my sensitive head against her snug walls.
Knowing I can let loose and spill against her womb makes it so damn difficult to hold on. Moving my thumb between us, I want to make her join me.
I need her to.
She’s everything I never knew existed.
The rebellious hurricane that crushed my resistance, destroyed my fears of finding love.
I could never harness her, break her.
But I’m lucky enough she let me into the eye of her storm .
The tender, passionate, and determined heart that pulled me in, stripped my doubts, and showed me just how amazing life with her could be.
As her rhythm begins to grow heated, my fingers wrap her throat, pulling her to me.
Crushing her lips to mine, we both unleash chaotic cries as the first shattering waves pour over us. Uncontrollable contractions ripple through me, almost painful as I spurt unhindered into her clenching womb.
For the first time, unsheathed, unrestrained, free to savor every twinge of my release.
“Libby Pierce—” Just the words snare another surge of cum out of me as she falls onto my chest. “—I fucking love you.”