Chapter 10 #2
Those words undo me. I pull the dress down her shoulders and let it pool at her feet. She's wearing white lace underneath, a bra that barely contains her breasts, panties that make my mouth water. I take a step back just to look at her.
"Fuck, Sadie." My voice comes out strangled. "You're perfect. Every fucking inch of you."
She blushes but doesn't look away. Instead, she reaches behind her and unhooks her bra, letting it fall. Her breasts are full and heavy, nipples already hard. I close the distance between us and cup them in my hands, thumbs brushing over the peaks. She gasps and arches into my touch.
"I've been thinking about this all day," I tell her, lowering my head to take one nipple into my mouth. "Thinking about getting you alone. Getting you naked. Making you mine in every way."
"I'm already yours," she moans as I suck harder.
"Not like this." I move to her other breast, giving it the same attention. "Not as my wife. Not with my ring on your finger and my name on your lips."
I drop to my knees in front of her. Her eyes go wide. I hook my fingers into the waistband of her panties and drag them down slowly, kissing every inch of skin I reveal, her thighs, her hips, the soft curve of her stomach. When she's completely naked, I sit back on my heels and take her in.
"Brock," she says, her voice shaky. "What are you…”
"Lie down on the bed," I order, my tone leaving no room for argument.
She obeys immediately, climbing onto the mattress and settling against the pillows. I stand and strip off my pants and boxer briefs. My cock is hard and leaking, straining toward her. Her gaze drops, and her breath catches.
"I want to taste you first," I tell her, crawling onto the bed between her thighs. "I want to make you come on my tongue before I fuck you. I want you trembling and begging before I give you what we both need."
"Yes," she breathes. "Please, Brock."
I spread her thighs wider and settle between them. She's already wet, glistening in the low light. I lean down and drag my tongue through her folds in one long, slow stroke. She cries out, her hips jerking off the bed. I grip her thighs and pin her down.
"Stay still," I command. "Let me worship you."
I take my time, licking and sucking and exploring every inch of her. I circle her clit with my tongue, then draw it into my mouth. She's moaning continuously now, her hands fisted in the sheets. I slide two fingers inside her and curl them, finding that spot that makes her see stars.
"Oh god," she gasps. "Brock, I'm, I'm going to…”
"Come for me," I murmur against her. "Come on my tongue, wife. Let me taste you."
She shatters with a cry, her whole body convulsing. Her pussy clenches around my fingers. I work her through it, drawing out every wave of pleasure until she's trembling and gasping. When she finally goes limp, I pull back and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.
"Beautiful," I tell her, crawling up her body. "You're so fucking beautiful when you come."
She reaches for me, pulling me down into a kiss. She tastes herself on my lips and moans into my mouth. My cock presses against her entrance, but I don't push inside yet. Not yet.
"I need you," she whispers against my lips. "Please, Brock. I need to feel you inside me."
"You have me," I promise. "All of me. Forever."
I position myself at her entrance and push inside slowly. Inch by inch. She's so tight and wet and perfect. Her eyes flutter closed and her mouth falls open. I pause when I'm buried to the hilt, giving her time to adjust.
"Look at me," I say softly.
Her eyes open, dark and dazed with pleasure.
"I love you," I tell her, starting to move. Slow, deep thrusts that make her gasp with each one. "I love you so fucking much, Sadie. You're everything to me. Everything."
"I love you too," she moans. "God, Brock, you feel so good."
I watch her face the whole time. Every expression and gasp. Every moan. I want to memorize this moment, our wedding night. The first time I make love to her as my wife.
"You're mine now," I tell her, my voice rough with emotion. "My wife. My partner. My everything. No one else gets to have you. No one else gets to touch you. Just me."
"Just you," she agrees breathlessly. "Only you, Brock. Forever."
I lean down and capture her mouth in a deep kiss, my tongue tangling with hers as I continue to thrust. She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper. The angle shifts and she cries out into my mouth.
"Right there," she gasps. "Oh god, right there."
I hit that spot again and again, feeling her tighten around me. She's close, I can tell from the way her body tenses, from the way her nails dig into my shoulders. I reach between us and find her clit, rubbing tight circles.
"Come for me again," I command. "Come on my cock, Sadie. Let me feel you."
She shatters with a scream, her whole body shaking. Her pussy clamps down on me like a vice, and the sensation nearly undoes me, but I hold back. I'm not done with her yet.
I pull out and she whimpers at the loss. "Turn over," I tell her. "On your hands and knees."
She scrambles to obey, getting into position. The sight of her ass in the air, her pussy still glistening and swollen, nearly undoes me. I run my hand over the curve of her ass before gripping her hip.
"You're so fucking perfect like this," I tell her. "Spread out for me. Ready for me. Mine."
I enter her from behind in one hard thrust and she screams into the pillow. This angle is deeper, I can feel every inch of her. I start to move, hard and fast, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.
"Is this what you need?" I growl, one hand fisted in her hair, the other gripping her hip hard enough to bruise. "My cock deep inside you? Claiming you?"
"Yes!" she cries. "God, yes, Brock. Don't stop. Please don't stop."
"Never," I promise. "I'm never stopping. I'm going to fuck you every night for the rest of our lives. I'm going to make you come so hard you forget your own name. I'm going to worship every inch of your body until you believe how perfect you are."
She pushes back against me, meeting me thrust for thrust. Her moans are continuous now, high and desperate. I lean over her back, pressing my chest against her spine. My hand slides around to find her clit.
"One more," I murmur in her ear. "Give me one more, wife. Come for me one more time."
I rub her clit in tight circles while I continue to pound into her. She trembles beneath me, her whole body taut with tension. Then she breaks with a sob, her pussy clenching around me so hard I see stars.
I can't hold back anymore. I thrust twice more and then I'm coming, groaning her name as I empty myself deep inside her. My hips jerk against her ass, riding out every pulse of pleasure. It feels like it goes on forever, like I'm pouring everything I have into her.
When it finally subsides, I collapse beside her, pulling her against my chest. We're both breathing hard, both covered in sweat. I wrap my arms around her and hold her tight, my hand splayed possessively over her stomach.
"I love you," I whisper into her hair. "So fucking much, Sadie. You have no idea what you mean to me."
She turns in my arms to face me, her eyes soft and brimming with love. "I think I do. Because you mean the same thing to me."
I kiss her then, slow and deep and full of promise. When we break apart, I brush her hair back from her face.
"I'm going to spend the rest of my life making you happy," I tell her. "I'll protect you and love you and give you everything you deserve. We're going to build something beautiful together. A family. A home. A life."
"We already have," she says softly, her fingers tracing patterns on my chest. "This is it, Brock. This is everything I ever wanted."
I pull her closer, tucking her head under my chin.
My hand strokes up and down her back in slow, possessive circles.
"I never thought I'd have this again. A wife.
A partner. Someone to build a life with.
" My throat tightens. "I thought that part of me died with my past. But you brought me back to life, Sadie.
You made me believe in love again. In trust. In forever. "
"You did the same for me," she whispers against my skin. "You showed me what real love looks like. What it feels like to be cherished instead of controlled." Her voice catches. "You gave me a home. A family. A future."
We lie there in comfortable silence for a while, just holding each other. The distant sound of laughter still floats up from the lake, our friends and family celebrating our marriage. But here in our bedroom, it's just us. Just this moment. Just the beginning of forever.
"I want everything with you," I say quietly. "Kids. A house full of noise and chaos. Growing old together on this mountain. Watching sunsets from the porch." I press a kiss to her forehead. "Building a life that's ours."
"I want that too," she says. "All of it. With you."
I tilt her chin up and kiss her again. Softer this time. Gentler. But no less intense. She melts into me, her body fitting perfectly against mine like we were made for this.
"Thank you," I murmur against her lips.
"For what?"
"For choosing me. For trusting me. For giving me a second chance at this." I pull back to look at her. "For being mine."
She smiles, her eyes shining. "Always. I'm always going to be yours, Brock. And you're always going to be mine."
"Damn right I am," I agree, pulling her back against my chest.
We fall asleep like that, tangled together, her head on my chest, my arms wrapped around her. Both of us completely content. Completely at peace. Completely home.
This is just the beginning. The first night of forever. And I'm going to make every single one count.