Chapter 21 #3
“Kendall,” I cried, as he slid his hands in my pants and gripped my ass. He opened his eyes and gazed down at me.
“Baby, I need you.”
We gazed at each other, broke into laughter, and darted up the steps into the gazebo. I pulled him to the floor, and he stretched out over me as I yanked open his fly.
“Earlier, I had all kinds of ideas on how to please you on our wedding night, but now—”
“Later. Fuck, Francis…”
I spit in my hand and gripped his cock. He groaned and rolled to the side so he could get access to my fly.
“Take us both in your big strong hands, my love. I want to come all over you.”
In seconds, he had my pants down and both of our cocks in his hands, just as requested.
The wood was digging into my hip, and I was pretty sure I already had splinters in my ass cheek, but as we rocked together and our tongues slid over each other’s, I was in absolute heaven with the man I loved with all my heart.
I hooked a leg over his hip and tugged on his nipple, gasping for breath as the intensity built higher and higher.
I moaned louder with each thrust, and Kendall tried to muffle the sound by kissing me.
I’d warned him. I couldn’t help the volume, he overwhelmed all of my sensations, all of my inhibitions.
“Told you I was loud.”
“I want you to scream for me, husband.”
He added more pressure and got what he wanted.
I came first, shouting until my voice was hoarse, and my hot mess got him moving frantically, chasing his own release.
“Baby,” he cried, just before I felt him spill. I held him as he continued to rock against me. We lay there gasping—my ass unequivocally had splinters—and a thought made me start giggling.
“What could possibly have you laughing at this moment?” Kendall asked, his face tucked into my neck.
“While I think this was the perfect place to consummate our marriage, I think your daughter would surely file an HR complaint if she caught us out here, asses in the wind.”
“Is that all?” he said, rolling onto his back. “I was afraid you were going to complain about this being too much nature.”
“Not complaining at all, my love, but you’re going to have to get the splinters out of my ass for me.”
“No problem. My first husbandly first-aid duty. I’m all over it.”
“You just want to be all over my ass—which I’m in favor of, by the way.”
He squeezed my ass cheek and sat up. “Let me refractory, or refract, whatever, and I’ll be ready to go.”
He stood, fixed his pants, and held a hand out for me.
“Good. You recover, and I’ll try to put one foot in front of the other, even though my legs are like rubber right now.”
“Just a taste of what’s to come, my husband. I want to make you feel good, want to worship your body for the rest of our days.”
“I love the sound of that. I love you.”
He bent to kiss me and smiled against my lips. “I love you, baby.”
By the time we made it up the stairs to my room, took a shower together—he declared the splinters were merely superficial and required only a bit of antiseptic—and climbed into bed, we were both too exhausted to move.
I was so tired even my brain shut down. I splayed my naked self across Kendall’s strong body, and he held me tight to him with a sigh of contentment.
“I want to do this every night you’re not on shift. Fall asleep just like this.”
“That would be a dream come true,” he slurred, and a moment later, he’d fallen into a deep sleep.
This whole experience, moving to Foggy Basin, opening an artist retreat, and falling in love with a reptile wrangling, firefighting single dad with a heart of gold, was all a dream come true. And I intended to keep the dream alive for as long as Kendall and I had to walk this earth together.