Chapter 8
Eight
Adrian
My heart is hers. I have no doubts. She’s perfection.
Taking my time, wanting to memorize this moment, I slide my hand to the back of her head and thread my fingers in her hair at the nape of her neck.
I love the way her eyes widen farther, and her breath hitches right before I seal my lips to hers.
She moans into my mouth as I lick along the seam until she lets me in. Our tongues tangle and dance together seamlessly as if we’ve done so a million times.
I’m still in no rush. I want her to have no doubts in her mind that I can and will satisfy her for the rest of her life. She obviously never felt a connection with any previous lover if she’s never had an orgasm with anyone. Plus, they were all selfish if they didn’t even try to get her off.
Their loss. My win.
My cock is throbbing from our kiss alone, but it will have to wait. I’m marrying this woman in the morning, and I’m not letting my dick into the equation until afterward. I can be patient.
Blair deserves to be pampered and treated like the princess I intend for her to be in our relationship. I’m going to show her what that means.
When her body relaxes, I smooth my hand around her back and pull her closer. I’d love to pull this T-shirt off so I can look at her breasts. Hell, I’d really like to suck on them. But that’s a lot of temptation. I’m going to save nipple worship for tomorrow.
I sure hope it will be possible to actually leave the mountain and go into town in the morning.
It might not be. I’m not certain the rain will have let up entirely, and the roads might still be impassable.
If that’s the case, and we have to wait a few days to get married, I might lose my mind. Or my dick might.
After easing my hand lower, I cup her bottom over the cotton and squeeze, molding my fingers around her firm globe until she whimpers.
Finally, I reach under the hem and tease the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.
I’m not touching her pussy yet, but she’s breathing heavily against my mouth.
She’s no longer returning my kiss, which makes me grin against her lips as I pull back an inch.
Her focus is on my fingers, where it should be.
I reach over her top leg with mine and drag hers forward, opening her up for me. When I place my knee between her thighs, forcing her pussy to remain exposed, her breath hitches. I doubt she has any idea she’s gripping my bicep with her fingertips, holding on as if she would fly away if she let go.
Her eyes are wide, her lips parted. But the moment I gently stroke over her pussy lips, her eyes roll back, and she stops breathing.
Fuck, she’s stunning like this. How the hell has no one given her an orgasm before? She’s so sensitive and responsive. But I suppose if she’s been with men who didn’t care about her enjoying sex as much as they did, it could happen. Their loss. Blair is mine.
That thought fills my head with such force, I know it’s true. I can’t guarantee she will really wake up willing to marry me tomorrow morning, but I’m certain it won’t take long if she needs more time to wrap her head around us.
I dip my finger between her folds and circle her clit, loving the way she arches, gasping. She’s going to come so fast she won’t know what the fuck just happened.
The moment I touch her clit, she starts panting, her fingers digging in deeper. My woman has nails. They aren’t super long, but they are manicured and cutting into my skin. I don’t care, though.
After flicking her clit a few times, I ease a finger into her. Holy fuck, when was the last time she had sex? She’s so damn tight. And now she’s writhing against me, bucking her hips forward and backward the scant inches she has available. It’s the sexiest thing ever.
Never in my life have I felt like this with a woman, like she owns me, like I want to take her to heaven and keep her there. Like I want to marry her and bind her to me for eternity.
I want to have babies with this woman. I want to watch her grow round with my children. I want to stare at her every day while her breasts enlarge, and then after, when she nurses our infants.
Pushing my finger deeper, I stroke the sensitive inner part of her channel while pressing my thumb against her clit.
Blair stiffens and cries out as she comes, milking my finger and pulsing against my thumb. It’s the singular most precious moment of my life.
It takes a few minutes for her to catch her breath, during which time I ease my finger out of her but continue to gently graze over her labia. Her chest rises and falls rapidly.
Eventually, she blinks at me and licks her lips. She suddenly releases her tight grip on my arm. “Oh, shit. I think you’re bleeding.” She lifts her head and winces. “Fuck, Adrian…”
I chuckle. “It was totally worth it, baby. Relax.”
“But…” Her eyes are wide as she looks down at me.
“Relax,” I repeat. “Come here. I’m not done with you.”
She drops her head onto the pillow, facing me again. A slow smile grows on her face, and then she starts giggling. “You made me come.”
I return the smile. “I did. It was beautiful.” Her emotions and expressions are also gorgeous as she processes all the facts.
“I can die happy now.”
I lift a brow. “That’s all you needed for your life to be complete?”
She shrugs. “Well, it was missing.”
“Oh, baby. I think a lot more is missing. The list is long. I’m going to show you something new every fucking day or die trying.”
She rolls her eyes. “Cocky much?”
“Very.” I smirk. “Now, roll onto your back and spread your legs so I can climb between them, feast on your pussy, and give you an even better orgasm.”
She gasps, her cheeks turning pink. Her button nose scrunches up. “You don’t have to do that.”
Both my brows rise this time. “Have to? Baby, it will be my pleasure. Get used to it. I plan to eat your pussy frequently.”
“Really?” Her voice squeaks, and she continues to scrunch her nose in disbelief.
I don’t even ask if anyone has ever eaten her out before because it’s obvious the answer is no. She’s in for a treat.
“I’ve changed my mind,” she declares.
“About what, princess?” This ought to be good.
“Sex. I think we should have sex.”
I chuckle. “Baby, you weren’t the one who made that decision. It was me, and we’re not having sex tonight. We’re saving it until my ring is on your finger.”
She pushes out her bottom lip in an adorable pout that will never work on me but will always be cute. I hope she intends to do that often, including the way she’s added batting her eyes.
Then again, it works when my nieces do it, and it will undoubtedly work when our kids do it, so maybe I’m wrong, and I’ll cave to my wife’s wishes when she pouts. Time will tell.
I rise onto my elbow and guide her onto her back before tugging the covers away from her torso.
“I should clean the stab wounds on your arm, Adrian.”
I glance at the little half-moons. “Barely a scratch.” It’s not as if blood is running down my bicep. “I’m fine.”
After rising onto all fours, I climb between Blair’s legs and push them wide.
She starts panting again. “You’re serious,” she murmurs.
“Very. I don’t joke about sex, baby.” Watching her face, I grab the hem of her T-shirt and push it over her head.
I need to see her body. She’s so fucking sexy.
Every inch of her. I hadn’t intended to take things this far, and I promise myself my shorts will stay on, but I need to feast on her.
I need her to understand how it will be between us so she has no doubts in the world when we get to the courthouse.
She’s breathing so heavily. Her eyes are glassy and wild. She’s turned on.
Experimenting, I lift her hands and plant them above her head. When I apply pressure, restraining her, her breath hitches and her body jerks. A whimper escapes her.
Fuck me.
Holding her hands, I throw caution to the wind and bend my elbows so that I can flick my tongue over one of her nipples. I told myself I wouldn’t reveal her like this or tempt myself with her ripe buds, but my greedy girl needs more from me.
Blair arches her chest toward my mouth and moans. Her head lolls back and forth. “Adrian…”
I switch to the other tight nipple, kiss it, and then suckle it gently.
“Oh God…”
Because she’s obviously enjoying my attention, I continue to torment her nipples, switching back and forth until they’re larger and hard, engorged and pulsing.
She’s digging her heels into the mattress beside my knees. At no point does she struggle to escape my restraints.
When I finally scoot down so I can lie between her thighs and line my mouth up with her pussy, I grab her wrists and bring her hands with me. Pinning them to her inner thighs, I hold her open and secure.
“Adrian…” she moans.
Her pussy lips are swollen and red. They’re soaked from her first orgasm. Her clit is so enlarged that the hood is pushed back.
I drag my tongue through her slit and over her clit.
Blair cries out, her entire body jerking in my firm grip.
I love how expressive she is. I want her to be loud and squirmy. I would hate it if she felt like she needed to hold back her reactions. There’s no place for that in our sex life. Or in our real life.
Clasping her pussy in my mouth, I thrust my tongue into her tight channel and fuck her with it.
“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” She has such a colorful potty mouth. It’s cute, but I don’t think it will seem as cute when our one-year-old screams fuck. Plenty of time to curb that habit. At least nine months.
I capture her clit lightly between my teeth and flick it over and over with my tongue.
Blair bucks her hips upward and pushes against my mouth as her second orgasm washes through her. I ride out her release with her, sucking and teasing her with my lips and tongue until she melts into the mattress.
After wiping my lips on the sheet, I plant one more chaste kiss on her pussy and crawl beside her, leaning on one elbow. “Blair Snyder, will you marry me?”
She chuckles deeply as she turns first her head and then her naked body toward me. “You don’t play fair.”
“Never, baby. I play for keeps.”
She narrows her gaze. “Are you going to pull a bait-and-switch with me?”
“Nope. You can ask any of my brothers or their wives in the morning. This is me.”
“You want me to ask them if they’re sure you intend to go down on me every day?” she jokes.
“If you want.” I shrug. “I don’t think any of their wives are unsatisfied in the bedroom, based on the glowing looks on their faces every time I see them.”
“I should ask if it’s true that your mother taught you to cook and take care of a woman.”
“You should definitely ask that,” I agree.
She’s grinning. “I’m naked.”
“Yeah.” I run a hand up her back. “I like you this way.”
She glances between us. “Can I return the favor?”
“Nope.”
She lifts a brow. “How will I be sure you have a cock at all?” she jokes.
I reach down, lift my shorts away from my straining erection, let it pop free long enough for her to see, and then cover it back up. “Satisfied?” I tease. My cock is not humored.
“I’d be more satisfied if you let me suck it.”
“Have you ever given a man a blowjob, baby?”
Her adorable cheeks turn pink again. “No, but I’m sure I can figure it out.”
“I’m sure you can. Another day.” I grab the covers and drag them over our bodies as she snuggles against my chest.
She twists to look around. “Where’s my T-shirt?”
I find it and toss it off the bed.
“Hey…” she squeals. “I’m not sleeping naked.”
“Sure you are.”
She gasps. “I’ve never slept naked.”
After rolling to my back, I wrap my arm around her and pull her against my side. “From now on, you sleep naked.”
“What if I get cold?”
“We’ll turn up the heat or add more covers.”
Blair sighs and nestles her cheek against my chest. “You’re so bossy.”
“I can be,” I say, trailing my fingers up and down her spine.
“I think I like it,” she murmurs before suddenly jerking her head up to look me in the eyes. “But only in bed.”
“Understood.” I’m certain she’s a strong, independent woman, and I wouldn’t want her any other way. It’s what turned me on in the first place.
Not to say I won’t get my way when she does something unsafe.
I thought I would have a heart attack when I found her inside that dilapidated house earlier.
I couldn’t resist grabbing her and hauling her outside.
Leaving her there was totally against my better judgment, too.
I’m thankful as fuck that she was not buried alive when the structure collapsed.
Now that I know her better, next time I’ll be firmer.
I would never leave her unattended in a dangerous situation anyway.
I kiss the top of her head before leaning over to turn off the lamp. “Sleep, baby.”
The storm is still raging outside. Now that we’re not distracted, it’s loud.
She strokes the hair on my chest. “You’re certain we’re safe? It’s so windy out there.”
“Positive, princess. Totally safe. If I had any doubts, I would move us to the safe room.”
“Okay.” She slowly relaxes until eventually she falls asleep.
Sleep doesn’t come so easily for me. My mind is racing with thoughts of the future. I’ve found my soulmate, and I intend to not only claim her in every way but do everything in my power to ensure no one thinks they have any hold over her.
From now on, Blair makes her own decisions. Not her parents and not some guy who thought he would marry her and merge their families. Who does that?
I’ll look this guy up first thing in the morning. I wonder if he’s on board with this marriage of convenience or if he’s just as unnerved by it as Blair is. I’ll find out and do everything in my power to make sure everyone involved lets go of the barbaric notion.
I’d rather Blair not be cut off from her family.
I hate that my parents are gone and will never meet their grandkids.
It would hurt my soul for Blair’s mom and dad to have no part in our children’s lives.
Hopefully, they will come around, but I won’t let them near Blair or our kids if they can’t accept my wife for who she is.
I know Blair thinks otherwise, but I suspect someone from her family will show up here as fast as they can make arrangements to do so. When they arrive, Blair will be wearing a diamond that can’t be overlooked. If I’m lucky, she’ll also be pregnant with our first child.
I’d bet my last dollar, they have her phone and computer tracked. Her phone is currently sitting on the bathroom counter. It might even be dead, but if it wasn’t when she arrived, her parents will have used my cell tower to ping her location.
Her family might not have been able to pinpoint her exact coordinates yesterday, when she had no connection at her homestead, but the service on Gallant Mountain is strong.
The clock is ticking.
Morning can’t come soon enough.
The urgency I feel is shocking, but I’m not letting anything come between me and the most amazing woman nestled against my side.