Chapter 29 Ycomconaa #2
Sean and Ren burst out from behind the garden shed, Sean already ugly-crying. Parker and Tempest appeared from the side yard, holding a banner that read “ABOUT DAMN TIME.” Half of Artie's rugby team poured out from various hiding spots, including three who had apparently been in the tree.
“Were you all here the whole time?” Artie asked, looking around in amazement.
“Flynn and I coordinated most everything.” Jules preened but then held up her phone. “Dad is on FaceTime, Gryff. Also Nana and Coach and Grandma and Grandpa De le Reine and Everett and Pen and Chris and Trixie and well... basically everyone in the great state of Colorado.”
Tempest and Parker held up their phones too. “And your dad on mine, and your mom on Parker's.”
“The whole family's watching.” Dad's voice rang out from the phone. “We've been waiting for hours.”
“We helped with the flowers,” one of the rugby players announced. “Coach made us repot those columbines twice because Parker kept saying it wasn't symmetrical enough.”
“It needed to be perfect,” Parker defended.
Vincent, apparently overwhelmed by all the people, had started eating the hem of Ren's designer shirt.
“This goat has excellent taste,” Ren said, not even trying to stop him. “In fashion and in people.”
Sean was already pouring the celebration mocktails, handing them around. “To Gryff and Artie, who literally everyone except them knew were perfect for each other.”
“To the goats who brought them together,” someone else shouted.
“We brought ourselves together,” I protested, but I was laughing.
“Sure you did,” Jules said, already three mocktails in. “That's why it took you six years and an entire support group of meddling friends, family, and goats.”
Artie pulled me down for a kiss, not caring that everyone was watching and cheering. “I love you,” she whispered against my lips. “Even if you did organize the most elaborate proposal in the history of proposals.”
“Flynn and Jules organized most of it,” I admitted. “Mostly planned by Tempest. I think it might be from her next book. I just panicked and agreed to everything.”
“That tracks.” She kissed me again.
“We're getting married,” I said, like I still couldn't believe it.
“We're getting married,” she confirmed. “And our goats are definitely going to be in the wedding.”
Vincent bleated his approval and went back to eating Ren's shirt.
Holly had moved on to the cake that someone had apparently hidden behind a potted plant.
Our friends and family swarmed around us, everyone talking at once, sharing their favorite memories of our obliviousness, placing bets on wedding dates.
“Spring wedding,” Sean called out. “After rugby season, before football.”
“Summer,” Tempest countered. “Outdoor ceremony with the goats.”
“Elope to Vegas and save us all the drama,” Flynn suggested, then yelped as both Jules and Tempest hit him.
I kept my arm around Artie, watching our chaotic, perfect chosen family celebrate in our backyard. This was exactly right, not just the two of us, but everyone who'd been part of our journey, who'd pushed us together when we were too scared to take the leap ourselves.
Vincent had now gathered a following of rugby players who were feeding him flowers from the arrangements. Holly was being carried around by Coach Maher like a baby. Our families were mingling on FaceTime, planning the wedding before we'd even been engaged an hour.
“No regrets?” I asked.
“Only one,” Artie said. “I should have kissed you in that gym six years ago.”
“We got here eventually.”
“Yeah,” she said, standing on her toes to kiss me again while everyone cheered. “We did.”
When the crowd started yelling that we should get a room, I turned to the whole bunch of them and said, “I think we will.
The rest of you can take your asses across the street and continue the party at Flynn's.” I grabbed Artie up into my arms princess style and headed toward the house.
“We're going to be very busy for the next few hours.”
Jules retched. “Ew.”
Artie giggled and kicked her feet, turning about fifty shades of pink. But by the time I laid her on the bed and crawled up over her, kissing my way from her toes to her nose, that pink was the flush of her arousal.
“I want to take my time with you tonight.” We were gonna need lots of lube. I had plans. I reached across to the bedside table to pull out the surprise bottle of strawberry flavored lube I found.
But what I found in the drawer was absolutely not what I expected. Turned out my girl had plans for me too.
I liked to think I knew more than your average bi-guy about sex toys.
One doesn’t just grow up next door to Mrs. Moore, the sex-positive, body-positive world-famous sex educator without receiving a ‘pleasure and protect’ gift bag or five.
But I had never seen anything like this.
I picked it up and turned it around trying to figure out the logistics.
“Artie…what is this?” I asked, almost afraid.
“That,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around my waist. “Is a strapless strap on.”
“A strapless…” I muttered.
“Yep. You see this part here,” she said, stroking her finger over one end shaped like a thickened bean, “Is called the Pony. That goes inside of me.”
“Inside of you,” I repeated entirely too slowly. Mostly because my brain was fritzing out. In a very good way.
“And this part,” she says stroking the other end… the long, ridged, very penis-shaped other end. “Goes inside you.”
My mouth went dry and I'm pretty sure my tongue cracked like a desert plain. I could feel my face heat at the thought of her being inside me, and I couldn’t even swallow, let alone talk.
Artie mistook my silence and panicked. “Oh no, do you hate it?”
“No, baby, no, no, no.” I managed to rasp out. “I definitely don’t hate it.”
“Gryff, you have been so good to me, so patient and so devoted to helping me find myself and my pleasure. I wanted to do the same for you.” She pressed the softest of kisses to my lips.
“When you said nobody ever let you bottom, I wanted to give you that. You take care of everybody and me so well, let me take care of you.”
I blinked way too many times, trying to hold back the tears her words pulled from my eyes.
This woman. This gorgeous, sweet, sensitive, ferocious warrior woman wanted to give me everything I ever needed.
She’d already shown me how she will protect me, but this?
For her to make sure I am taken care of in every way?
I couldn’t believe I got to spend the rest of my life with her.
“I love you, my sweet strawberry girl. I love you so fucking much. You’re my best friend, my lover, and now you’re going to be my wife.
” I wrapped her in my arms and kissed her soundly, the toy trapped between us.
“So yes, I would love for you to take care of me like this. I want to spend the rest of our lives taking care of each other in every way.”
Her smile was like sunshine, that only grew brighter when she pulled on the hem of my shirt, undressing me. “I can't wait to show you exactly how much I love you and can take care of you.”
I stripped down like I was being timed while Artie went to bathroom, returning naked with, adorably, a bottle of vanilla latte lube, and some towels. “I’ve been doing some reading so I am feeling pretty confident, but you’ll let me know if I do anything you don’t like, right?”
“Artie, there’s nothing you can do that I won’t like,” I answer. “But we will learn together. Always together.”
Artie lubed her end of the toy and slipped it inside of herself, turning to model it for me. “What do you think?”
I’m pretty sure my heart stopped. There, between my wife’s powerful thighs, nestled against her trimmed curls, was her hot pink cock. I couldn’t help myself. I dropped to my knees and, with a wink, took her down my throat as far as I could.
Above me she gasped and whispered something that sounded like holy library.
“How do you want me?” I asked.
“Lay on the bed and spread your legs,” she told me, her eyes glassy and glittering. I did as she asked and she propped a couple of pillows up under my hips. “I just want to open you up.”
I lay back and let my sweet girl take care of me. I trusted her completely and that filled my heart almost as much as the love.
She stroked my cock with one lubed hand, working her way lower with the other, till she was circling my hole. She paused momentarily to add more lube before pressing one finger in.
I let out a small moan at the invasion, but this wasn’t an entirely new sensation. I had definitely fingered myself before, but it felt so much better when it was Artie doing it.
“Aw, fuck, Artie. More, please,” I begged.
She slipped in another finger and stroked upward, and lightning shot through me. “Oh my god, baby, please.”
“Mmm... you like that?” she smiled devilishly.
“Fuck yes,” I whimpered, my head tossed back and my hips canting to chase the sensation. She hummed a sound that showed me how much she was enjoying this too while she rubbed circles deep inside me, sending electricity firing all over my body.
I could fucking feel my dick already leaking precum onto my stomach, twitching madly even though it had hardly been touched. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to come and this is going to be over before it starts. Baby, please I need you in me. I need you to fuck me.”
Artie gently slipped out her fingers and lubed her pretty pink cock before pressing it against my back entrance.
“My favorite part of this toy, besides how unbelievably hot you look about to be impaled on it, is that my clit grinds against this pad so we can both play with our favorite spots. Oh, and this.”
She hit a button on the side of the toy. Low vibrations rumbled through my taint, increasing and changing pattern till she found the one she liked. Her eyes flutter closed in pleasure. “Mmm, that’s the one.”
Slowly she pressed inside of me, the faintest burning passing quickly into pleasure with each gentle back and forth of her hips.
Then she pushed slowly forward until she was seated fully inside me, her hips pressed against mine.
“God, you're filling me so fucking good, babe.”
“Do you like it?” she asked, and there was still some hesitancy in her voice.
“More than I expected,” I replied soothingly. I grabbed her face and pulled her down for a hard kiss. “Now fuck me, sweetheart. Take me apart.”
She thrust deep into me, her powerful, beautiful thighs flexing again and again, tagging my p-spot coming and going. There is nothing I could do but go for the ride.
I clung desperately to the sheets with one hand and reached for my cock with the other, desperate to do anything to ease the overwhelming sensations inside of me. The friction and the vibrations pulled me under to a place where I was nothing more than electricity and feelings.
“No,” Artie says, smacking my hand away. “You’ll come on my cock or not at all.”
My eyes shot open and I stared up at her, my goddess.
“I don’t know if I can.” My voice was barely a whimper.
“You can and you will.” Her face was set in that determined face I'd only seen on the field.
She continued to move in me, making sure she was grinding on me in all the right ways until I was a whimpering mess, leaking everywhere. It was only when her own moans began to match mine and she called out, “Now, Gryff, come with me now,” that I let myself go.
The orgasm ripped through me, and my cum shot out hard, spurting onto me and Artie.
She collapsed on top of me, both of us sticky and satisfied.
“Whoa,” I said, unable to form any high level of thought or words.
“Definitely whoa,” Artie answered, draped across my chest.
Once we both returned to earth, she kissed me long and languidly. “Come on, lover boy. Let me get you cleaned up and tucked into bed where I get to be the big spoon tonight.”
I let her. She took care of me, like no one else in the world, in the universe. She was the only one I'd ever be this vulnerable with. We'd take care of each other, protect the other as best we could, and love, so incredibly deeply, for the rest of our lives.