Chapter 9
I woke up to the dying embers of the fire but completely wrapped up in his arms, which was the perfect ending to this day.
Or night, as it was now dark outside.
Rather nearing dark. The sky was that darker shade of blue before it turned black.
“You’re awake,” he mumbled and I turned to face him. His eyes were still closed but his lips were lifted in a smirk.
“Yes. My stomach growled, said it was time to eat. After all, you worked me out quite nicely.”
“Likewise.” He stretched and I took the moment to gaze at him, enjoying this view just as well. I ran my hand over his chest, feeling the pricks of his chest hair.
Personally, I never really had a preference if men had chest hair or not, but seeing my mountain man like this, it was perfect. Because it showed me that he was all man and that’s all I wanted.
“What are you thinking about?”
I looked him over once more before shooting my eyes to his. Wrapping an arm around his waist, I shifted closer to him, throwing my leg over his hip.
“I want to make it official. I want to call you husband.”
“You want to sign the papers?”
“Yes.”
“Was it because I was that good in bed?” he teased. I kicked his ass with the heel of my foot, making him bark out a laugh.
“That’s part of it. I don’t want anyone to take what’s mine anymore. But I’m also ready. It’s what we were supposed to do anyway and I feel it’s right. Don’t you?”
He wrapped me back up in his arms and kissed my forehead, making me feel even more cherished.
“I agree, it’s right. You know, there’s no backing out of this, right?”
“I know. Wouldn’t want to anyway. But,” I said, finally sitting up. “I need to change. I might have bought something special for this when we both signed it.”
“Don’t keep me waiting, woman.”
I giggled as I jumped up and went to the room, slipping on the white dress I had gotten. Which, given what we just did, seemed pointless but I wasn’t one with traditions, obviously, as I didn’t find a husband the right way.
I came out of the room, stopping at the edge of the hallway as I saw him buttoning up his black shirt. And holy hotness, did I just about die.
He turned around, his eyes scanning me from the top of my head downward to the heels I was wearing.
“You look gorgeous.”
I blushed under the compliments and the gaze.
“You look beyond sexy,” I finally said, walking over to him. I ran my hands over his shoulders then down his arms to capture his hands. “Are you nervous?”
“Yeah, a little. Is that crazy?”
“Nope. Because I am too. I want it, but it’s still a little scary. You’re stuck with me for life,” I answered.
“And believe me when I say I’m fine with that.”
He linked our fingers together and then gave them a squeeze before pulling me over to the table where the papers sat. I took the pen, took a deep breath and then signed my name, handing him the pen to do the same.
There was no officiant to have us take our vows or to claim us as married, but we were.
“I promise to make each day better than the last one,” he told me, turning to face me.
“I promise to make the workload just a tad smaller for you.”
“I promise,” he started, cupping my cheek and bringing me in for a kiss, “to dance in the rain with you.”
“Until we get sick?” I twisted my lip and then peeked over his shoulder. “How about dancing under a bright full moon with me, husband?”
“Oh, I like that, wife.”
He grabbed me around the waist, grabbed his phone, and then ushered me outside, making me laugh the whole time and making me feel like this was just perfect for us.
You know how things happen that you didn’t know you were wishing for until it happens?
Yeah, that’s what this was.
I had never thought about dancing under a full moon, never thought it was something that was mandatory in my life.
But here, with the soft songs on, my wife in my arms, and the moon shining down on us, yeah, it was for sure something that I would forever crave.
And something that I would make sure we did from here on out, because it was sensual, romantic, sweet, fun, and just so damn fucking perfect.
She was perfect.
“What are you thinking about?” she asked as she wrapped her arms tighter around my neck while we swayed to the beat.
“Just how I needed this and I didn’t know I did.”
“I tell you, husband, I come up with some of the best ideas.”
I shivered at the word falling from her lips.
That’s another thing. I thought I would hate pet names like that, but I don’t. In fact, I rather love it. And coming from her was that much better. Like it’s really a stamp she put on me, and I have no will or need to wipe it off of me.
“You do, wife, and I look forward to seeing what more you could come up with.”
“Is that just as nice to hear as it is to say?”
I rested my head on hers as I thought about her question. The answer was yes; it really was.
“Did you not think about what you would call me when we got married?” I asked her, rubbing her back as we danced.
“Not really. But I have to admit, husband and wife work really well. I’m not a huge pet name type of person, never have been. But I like the term ‘wife’. It really does sound like you laid a claim and no one is even allowed to look at me.”
“They better fucking not,” I growled, making her laugh.
She tilted her head back to look at me and the light shining down on her made her glow with a whole other cause. I mean, she had been glowing for days, even more so after our love making, but this, this was so much more than that.
She was happy, content, pleased, and those were all so important to me. She was also beautiful and so enchanting right now.
“You’re so beautiful,” I told her, pushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
“You’re just saying that to get me into bed later. Don’t tell my husband though, he might kill you.”
“Is that so?”
She giggled as she nodded. “Maybe I have a thing for roleplay. It’s kind of hot to be something else, don’t you think?”
“Does dressing up count in that?”
“Sure.”
“Then, yes. Because I’d love to see you as a hot little nurse. Or a bad ass lawyer. You know, short skirt, tight vest. Damn it, he’s hard again!”
She threw her head back and laughed and the temptation to kiss over her neck was far too great to ignore. I littered her neck with nips and sucks, making her moan. She grabbed my shoulders, pulling me tighter against her and ground against me, making me fully aware of just what she needed from me.
“Did something trigger my wife? Is she needing me to fuck her?”
“Oh, god, yes please.”
“You want my cock buried in you, pumping in and out of you? That’s how you want to spend our wedding night?”
She finally opened her eyes to look at me; her lips parted in bliss.
“Yes. Here. Now. Under the moon. With that and the stars looking down on us. Take me to the place only you can.”
I kissed her deeply as my hands worked on her dress, making my way over to the chair. I sat down, settling her on my lap, and under the night sky, with our witnesses being the very bright moon and the glittering of stars, I loved my wife over and over, making her come time and time again.
And praying that it never ended.