Chapter 7 Heated Hearts #2
“You know I-I do,” I replied. I was so close to the edge that I could feel myself tighten around her fingers, but she wouldn’t let up. “Fuck, Chey, I’m almost there!”
“Come on my fingers, and then I want you to fuck me. You think you can do that for me, baby?”
And it’s as if those were the magic words to unlock the floodgates.
My body shakes viciously as one of the most powerful orgasms rips through.
Chey helps me ride it out, and I try to catch my breath, but my mind is spinning.
I glance over at her as she sits down beside me.
She sucks on her drenched fingers as I watch in amusement.
After I’ve caught my breath, I stand abruptly, causing her to jump.
Without another word, I scoop her up and carry her down the hall to our room.
She’s giggling and holding onto me tight, but squeals when I drop her onto the bed with a soft thud.
Within seconds, I was helping her out of her clothes as the desire to see her beautiful body grew.
Once she was fully nude and I’d stripped the rest of my clothes, I joined her on the bed, capturing her lips with mine.
As I settled between her legs, I could feel the heat of her desire against me, causing my head to spin a bit.
I pinned her hands above her head as I trailed kisses down her neck, stopping once I got to her collarbone.
As I bit it softly, I moved my lower half so it fit perfectly against hers.
“Mm, oh fuck,” she moans as our wetness starts to mingle. I slowly grind my pussy against hers, and she shivers at the feeling. “Har…low…shit!”
“You like the way I feel against you, baby?” I ask, voice dripping with lust.
She nods frantically as I sit up a bit. My hands move down to push her legs up, giving me an unobstructed view of her pretty, juicy pussy.
I spread my legs a bit wider and situated myself back against her, shuddering at the feeling of having her pussy against mine.
I pressed down on the lower part of her stomach softly as I rotated my hips slowly.
“Yesss,” I hiss as I continue to ride her. She gripped onto my forearms and whimpered with each motion. She looked so pretty, taking everything I had to give her. When I could feel the orgasm building, I picked up the pace. “Chey, oh fuck…”
“Harleyyyy,” she gasped, shaking beneath me. “Don’t stop, please!’
“I got you, baby,” I nodded, reaching between us to strum her clit.
“Harley, I’m about to come,” she whimpers, and I quicken my pace.
“Yeah, come for me, baby. Let me have it all. Give it to me,” I tell her as I lean down to kiss her deeply. “Give me what’s mine, Chey.”
“Shit!”
We both reach our peaks at the same time, and it’s damn near magical.
I felt like I was on cloud nine, but she still begged for more.
So after a quick 10-minute break to hydrate and eat a snack, we were back in bed, and she was pulling me into her arms, eyes hungrily trained on me as I adjusted the harness I’d strapped on to my liking.
Her legs spread for me, and I could see the exact moment her breath hitched as I rubbed the tip against her throbbing bud.
She moans as I lower it, teasing her entrance with it.
She was so wet again already, and my heart beat irregularly as I inserted two fingers into her.
She instantly tightened around them, and I pumped them in and out slowly, letting her creaminess coat them.
When I felt her about to come undone, I slipped my fingers out, much to her dismay. She panted as she watched me stroke the toy, lubricating it with her sweetness. She licked her lips and gazed into my eyes as I slowly inserted it into her.
“Ooh, Har…ley,” she whimpered as each inch filled her until it was buried deep inside.
With one hand gripping her hip and one around her neck, I leaned down to take her mouth in mine as I began to move.
The strokes started off slow and deep as she adjusted to me.
After a while, she thrusted back against me, and the sound of our skin slapping mixed with the enticing sounds that spilled from her pretty, plump lips was enough to make me grip her hips with both hands.
“You’re so pretty when you’re taking all of me,” I coax as I fuck her like only I could.
I watched as her body shook and reacted to my touch.
I scooped her up as I sat back against the headboard.
Her hands gripped my shoulders, and I helped her bounce up and down on the toy, explicit sounds filling the room with each thrust. “Just like that, baby.”
“Deeper, baby, please!” She moans, and I thrust upwards as I pull her down, fucking her as deep as I can. I could feel all of her juices dripping onto my lap. “Yes, Harley, yes! Oh my god, I’m so close!”
“Come undone for me, love,” I say against her ear as I pull her closer to me. I maneuvered us until she was on her back again, and I dove in with a quick, deep stroke, her body shaking as her orgasm crashed through her. “That’s it, beautiful. Give it to me. Give it all to me.”
“Oooh…”
I helped her ride the wave before pulling out and burying my face between her thighs.
I slurped and licked and ate like I had been starved, giving her two more back-to-back releases.
By the time she was all tapped out, she could do nothing but lie in my arms with a satisfied smile.
I ran my fingers through her curls as I let my thoughts swirl around me.
I was so in love with this woman and couldn’t wait to give her my last name. Seeing Simone and Nala get married a few weeks ago made me ache to have that too. I didn’t need some fancy wedding if I’m being honest. All I really wanted was for us to be legally bonded. I was tired of waiting.
“Chey,” I call out softly, and she mumbles a response. “Let’s get married tomorrow.”
That catches her attention, and she sits up in bed, her curls bouncing against her round cheeks. She looked so pretty and angelic, and I fell in love with her all over again. I sit up as well and smile at her as she stares at me in confusion.
“What? You don’t wanna marry me?” I ask, teasingly.
“I do!” She assures me with a frantic nod. “I…tomorrow? Are we gonna go directly to the courthouse or something?” I nod. “Wait, what about the trip?”
“We can always catch a later flight,” I reply. “I’m tired of waiting to plan some extravagant wedding to marry you. I want to be your wife now. I can’t wait, Chey. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry,” she smiles as she cups my face in her soft hands.
She gazes into my eyes, and I feel myself being swept up in her siren song.
“I want that too. I was thinking the same thing earlier,” she admits.
“Harley, I want nothing more than to be your wife officially. I would marry you right now if I could. We can have a big ceremony later. I don’t care about that. All I care about is you.”
“Fuck, you make being in love with you so easy,” I admit, pulling her in for a kiss.
Our tongues dance, fighting for dominance until she gives in, melting with each kiss.
I pull her into my lap and wrap my arms around her waist. She looks up at me with a smile.
“I love you so much, Cheyenne…Dunn. Fuck, I can’t wait until that’s official. ”
“Same here, Harley Dunn,” she giggles, melting into my embrace.
I bury my nose in the crook of her neck and inhale. She moans, and it wakes up a fire inside of me that I thought had been replenished. My hands move up to her breasts, and I cup them as I softly nibble her ear. I kiss it lightly, and she shivers.
“You are dangerous, Cheyenne,” I whisper. “I thought I was all tapped out, but one moan from you and I’m ready to fuck the shit out of you once more.”
She doesn’t say anything as she pulls away from me. Within seconds, she lay down against the bed with her ass up and her legs spread wide. She shakes her ass a bit, and my heart skips a beat as it jiggles along with her thick thighs; just the way I like it.
“Come fuck me then, baby,” she coos, looking back at me with a devious smile.
“Yes, ma’am,” I smirk, moving closer to her.
We spent the rest of the night trading orgasms until we couldn’t any longer.
It wasn’t until around 3 AM that we finally fell asleep.
A few hours later, we got up, showered, and headed straight to the courthouse with Simone, Nala, Cory, and Denny in tow.
We were married in no time and went out to eat to celebrate.
Hours later, after we boarded the plane, I sighed with contentment as I thought about the future.
We decided to hold a big ceremony later this year, after the season ended, so we could have time to plan it. Neither of us could stop smiling all day because we knew none of it really mattered. All that mattered was that we were finally married and that Cheyenne was finally carrying my name.
Cheyenne Dunn.
It has a nice ring to it, huh?