6. Easton #2
I stroke myself a few times as my eyes roam over the most perfect woman, precious, brave woman I’ve ever seen. Eventually, I climb back over her and kiss her deeply. She returns my kiss with as much passion as I’m giving her, and then she pulls back and licks her own juices off of my neck.
“Fuck,” I groan, as her hot little tongue cleans me up. I settle my hips in between her legs and look in her eyes, searching for any hesitation. “Are you ready for this, Stella?”
She nods her head.
"I need your words, Stella. Be absolutely sure you want this because once I'm inside you, I'm never letting you go. I'll take what you can only give once, and I'll treasure your sweet offering forever. Just know that it means you're mine. Only mine. Is that what you want?"
I hold my breath as I wait for her response.
She cups my face and looks into my eyes, filling the emptiness in my heart with so much love and sealing up all of the cracks so it can’t escape.
“I want that. I want you. All of you. I’m ready.”
Never breaking eye contact, I slowly slide my hard length inside of her, inch by inch. She’s so fucking tight, her walls squeezing around me already. I come up against her barrier and pull back slightly before pushing the rest of the way inside her tight channel.
Stella’s eyes brim with tears and I hate that I hurt her in any way. Stella doesn’t close her eyes though. She never looks away, keeping me right here with her. I hold still, giving her time to accept me, to get used to this feeling.
One tear escapes and I bend down to kiss it away.
“I’m sorry, beautiful. You’re doing so good. It won’t hurt after this, I promise. I’ll make you feel so much pleasure. Do you trust me?”
“I do,” she whispers. “Kiss me.”
I don’t hesitate. My mouth finds hers and I lead us in a slow kiss that quickly turns heated. Stella wiggles her hips, urging me to move.
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure. I need… I don’t know. I need something.”
“I’ve got you. I know what you need.”
I start with slow, shallow thrusts, and she raises her hips to meet me each time.
“Mmmmore,” she breaths out as her hips rock faster and faster.
“Fuck,” I groan. “You’re amazing, you feel so goddamn good, so wet and tight for me.”
I pull almost all the way out and then slam back inside, causing her to cry out in pleasure.
“Yes! Oh, Easton, please, please…”
Again, and again I thrust into her, fucking her so deep, hitting the end of her each time. I angle my hips, searching for her most sensitive spot. Stella’s fingernails dig into the skin on my back as a primal sound bubbles up from deep inside her.
“There it is,” I grunt, hitting her G-spot harder with each thrust.
“Oh, oh, oh, ffffuck!” She screams. She’s so close, so tight, her body stretching and tensing, preparing itself for release.
“Love being inside you, Stella. Love fucking you, feeling you, learning everything about your body,” I tell her as I pick up speed, jackhammering into her impossibly tight cunt. I’m losing control and I need her to get there first.
“Come for me, baby, come on my big cock. Fucking come all over me,” I command.
With one final thrust, she cries out, her back bowing off the mattress and then slamming back down as her walls squeeze me so fucking tight. It’s the best kind of pain alongside the most intense kind of pleasure.
I lean back and throw her legs over my shoulders, gripping the headboard behind her and pounding into her pussy again and again.
I grunt with each thrust, the head of my cock bumping up against her womb, fucking her as deep as possible.
Stella screams and comes again, her thighs squeezing my hips, her nails scratching my back.
I hope she draws blood. I’ll gladly wear her marks.
“Baby... So. Fucking. Good. Jesus!”
I slam into her one last time, my cock throbbing painfully before exploding inside her.
I roar her name as I pump her full of my cum.
Stella whimpers and comes again like a damn sex goddess, milking me for everything I’m worth.
Rope after hot, sticky rope shoots inside her, and I swear I see God while I come harder than I ever have.
I can’t breathe, I can’t think, my brain and body completely drained of every fucking thing. I collapse and quickly roll onto my back, pulling her limp body across my chest.
We lie there like that for who knows how long while we recover.
I stroke Stella’s back and play with her hair, kissing the top of her head every so often.
I can’t find my voice yet, so I try to do everything I can to show her how much she means to me and how being with her like that was the absolute highlight of my life.
Finally, my heart slows down enough for me to think straight.
“Are you okay, beautiful?”
She nods against my chest but doesn’t say anything.
“Look at me. Please tell me you’re okay. I wasn’t gentle.” Panic seizes my heart at the thought of hurting her. I lost my damn mind and fucked her like an animal.
I feel her soft lips place a kiss over my heart before looking up at me.
“I’m good, Easton. So good. That was…” she trails off.
“Yeah. It was.” I reply, also not sure of how exactly to put what we just shared into words.
I kiss her forehead, cheeks, and nose. Anywhere and everywhere I can reach. We stay wrapped up in each other for long moments, listening to the sound of the wind whistling through the pines.
Stella is curled against my chest, her breathing deep and even as she drifts into a profound, protected sleep. Her hand is resting over my heart. I keep my watch in the dark, staring down at her beautiful, peaceful face.
She’s mine now. My wife in every way that truly matters. The Shadow Syndicate thinks they can tear us apart, but they have no idea what's coming for them.