Chapter Thirty-Four #2
Walking forward, I start splashing into the water still fully clothed, boots on and everything.
The bottom of the lake is a mix of river rocks and soil beneath my shoes as I wade farther out into the water at a brisk pace.
As soon as the water touches her legs, Mara squeals and breaks the kiss, peering down at the chilly water.
It’s a little cold, not freezing but bearable.
There are no bodies of water in Oregon that are warm even in the summer.
“You’re insane.” She giggles into my neck then starts sucking at the sensitive skin. If the goal is to mark me, she’s succeeding. But I plan to mark her as mine, too.
I keep walking into the water until the surface of the water sloshes just beneath her breasts. The wetter the gauzy white material gets, the sheerer it becomes until I can see her pink, peaked nipples through the fabric.
Fuck, I’ve missed her so much. I miss her laugh, the way she smells in our bed at night, the sound of her voice as she reads aloud to me.
I’ve missed her delicious pancakes, the feel of her body wrapped around mine, the sound of her breathy moans, the way she says my name.
I don’t care if it’s with lust, irritation, or love, I just miss her saying my name at all.
I kiss her into a stupor in the gently rocking water as my hand that’s not supporting her slips beneath the fabric of her beautiful dress to stroke between her legs. Obviously she’s wet because we are in the water, but I know she’s as ready for me as I am for her.
“Ah, Jason.” Fuck yes, I love when she says my name like that the most.
I slide two fingers inside her glorious pussy so easily. It’s like her body missed me as much as I crave her. “Fuck,” I say when I feel how tight she is. I’ve realized swear words come easily to me, they flow off the tongue smooth and quick. “You feel s-so good.”
“God, I love your voice.” I can’t even begin to describe how happy that makes me. “It’s so sexy.”
I love her dirty talk. Even though I don’t think complimenting my voice would be considered dirty talk.
But it is to me. There are so many things I’ve wanted to tell her, especially during sex.
Like how fucking beautiful she is, how much I love the way she rides me, how she’s not afraid to tell me what she wants.
And I intend to tell her everything. All of it. Forever.
I start pumping my fingers in out of her, steady at first, savoring the way her body reacts to my touch.
Something I love about Mara is how she gets lost in sex, how she succumbs to what her body craves and lets herself experience it fully.
Her eyes flutter closed and her lips part as her breathing gets heavy.
She’s weightless in the water as I press our fronts together, grounding our combined weight as we sway with the tide.
All the while driving her higher toward an orgasm with my fingers, kissing her neck and clavicle so I can taste as much of her as I can get right now.
There’s plenty of time to taste the rest of her later.
As the speed of my fingers increases, she starts to grind herself on me. I angle my torso so my hip bone is in the perfect spot to strike her clit against with every movement. Her breath stutters when I do that and I want to hear it over and over again.
“That’s it baby,” I say flawlessly. “You’re doing so good.
” I think my words against her slender neck have the same effect on her that my name on her tongue has on me.
She shivers as my words slither down the curves of her skin.
She’s tanner than the last time I saw her and the golden glow accentuates every indentation and line of her body.
The dip above her collar bone, the swell of her breasts, the tendons in her neck that I can’t stop kissing because I can feel how fast her pulse is beating beneath them.
When her grinding is more feverish and shes practically fucking my hand herself, I whisper into the shell of her ear, “You’re so fucking sexy baby.
” That sends her right over the edge as she plummets into an orgasm that draws a cry from her perfect lips.
I can’t wait to stick my cock in them later after she’s come about a hundred times.
Her breathing slows a bit, her heart rate goes back to almost normal, and she buries her forehead in my neck.
The sun has warmed the upper halves of our bodies while the lower halves have acclimated to the temperature of the water.
I brace Mara with one hand around her lower back and the other cradling her head to me.
There’s something about feeling her weight on me that feels so secure.
Although I’m the one holding her, it feels like she’s saving me.
“You’re mine,” I tell her with conviction.
That’s when I dig into my pants pocket and pull the ring I made for her from it, holding it between my thumb, index, and middle finger so she can examine the intricate detail etched into the metal.
I made it similar to how I designed her pistol. A matching set. “Be mine forever.”
Although I say it like a request, I’m secretly praying she’ll say yes because at the end of the day she is her own woman with the right to do whatever makes her happy. I just hope I am what makes her happy.
“I-I don’t want to g-go a sing-le day without you.”
Her eyes go so wide I’m amazed they’re still in her head. When the surprise on her face morphs into the biggest smile I’ve ever seen, I know her answer before she kisses me.
“Yes,” she practically sings, like she’s telling the entire world how much she loves me.
“Yes, Jason, yes.” I slip the ring onto her ring finger, it’s half a size too big but I can fix that later, and she doesn’t seem to mind as she admires my work and how destined it looks to be on her finger.
It was literally made for her. Not too wide or too thin.
Feminine with a hint of me in there. I’ll make a matching one for myself whenever we get married, wherever she wants to get married. Just as long as she’s with me.
I walk us back out of the lake onto the dry shore toward the truck, clinging to her all the while.
As soon as we reach the truck, I pull the door open and slide onto the bench seat with her still on me so she’s seated in my lap.
The fatigue from her orgasm must have worn off because she begins frantically unbuttoning and unzipping my pants as soon as we are inside.
I didn’t even get to close the door, not that it matters.
I lift at the hips so my pelvis is straight and together we slide my soaking wet pants and boxers down my thighs so my cock springs free of its confinement.
I think Mara forgot what it looks like for a second because she stares at it with rapt fascination before ducking forward to seal our mouths in a passionate kiss.
Not going to lie, the way she was looking at my dick sent a jolt of pride firing through my ego.
Mara lifts onto her knees so her breasts are pressed against my t-shirt as she lines herself up with my tip. Slowly, painfully slowly, rapturously slowly, she lowers herself onto my shaft inch by inch. Her jaw snaps open once all of me is inside her and the rest of her body curls into me.
“Fuck,” she seethes through gritted teeth.
“You’re so big. And I’m not just saying that.
” I laugh, and it feels good to laugh out loud so she can hear it.
I’ve kept so much hidden away for the sake of fear and now I get to share it.
I hardly ever laughed before she came along anyway.
There are so many things I want to give her, my words, my time, my heart, and especially my laughter. Just like I want all of hers, too.
“It’s good to hear your laugh.” It feels good to share it with you.
As much as I want to say everything that comes to mind, old habits are hard to break. Sharing everything with her will take some getting used to. But it’s one-hundred percent worth it.
Mara starts to lift, pivoting at her hips, and lowering back down.
Over and over she takes all of me and creates beautiful friction between us as she starts to ride me.
She’s so fucking hot, she’s beautiful and stunning and remarkable but all I can think when she’s riding me like there’s no tomorrow is how hot this girl is.
And she’s all mine. Breasts bouncing, chest heaving, pussy squeezing me in a vice grip. I have to tell her.
“You’re so h-hot when you ride me like that.” Talking to her is getting easier. And it would seem doing so drives her wild. She gets lost in the moment, in my words.
I yank on the stretchy top of her dress so her breasts are on full display, reveling in the perfect melon shape and dusky nipples, the way they move with her driving me insane with need. I want to fuck her, I want to chanel how much I’ve missed her into my movements.
As if she can read my thoughts, Mara leans back bracing her elbows on the dashboard so I buck my hips up to lift hers, tightening my hold on her as I start to pound into her from below. Every thrust pushes us closer to finishing, I just want to stay inside her forever.
And now we have forever.
My thrusts are so intense I’m worried she’ll be sore later but if I know my girl, she’ll probably like that.
She claws her nails down my arms, begging for a release and more all at the same time.
She gets louder and louder as each minute passes.
Knowing she’s the kind of girl who needs more than just vaginal stimulation, I move my hand so my thumb can reach her clit and press down before stroking up and down, coaxing her.
“God, Jason, I can’t handle it.” Her eyes pinch closed and her head tips back. She’s about to come.
“Agh, you’re amazing. Fuck.”
“You take it so well, b-baby. Come for me.”