Cherished:The Mountain Man's Babies(36)By: Frankie Love
After all, we have some business to take care of first.
He carries me over the threshold, and the record player spins our favorite songs. He sets me down in our bedroom and reaches for my face again.
"I love you." He kisses me again, this time urgently.
And I kiss him back, needing more.
Needing all of him.
I unbutton his dress shirt, his abs a row of muscles and pure strength. I turn, and he unclasps my wedding gown, letting the white silk fall to the floor. I step out of it, and his mouth is on my neck, kissing me, reaching around and cupping my breasts with his hands. My head falls back, onto his chest, and he unclasps my white lace bra, letting it fall away. My breasts are exposed, and he spins me to face him, his kisses trailing from my neck, past my breasts, until he is on his knees.
He tugs down my panties, my pussy greedy, not wanting to wait, and my wetness begs him to go faster. He listens.
He stands and I unbelt his pants, pushing off his boxers, our desire growing more fervent, the pent-up pleasure from months... years... rushing out of us. Maybe the rings on our fingers give us the permission we needed because we aren't waiting.
Life is precious.
His cock is hard, in my hand, and his fingers press against my wet pussy. "I love you," I moan, as he fingers me softly, then harder, then I'm on my back, legs spread wide as he leans over me.
"I fucking love you more," he growls in my ear. This man who works with his hands, who lives and breathes these mountains, who isn't from here, but was made for this place—he is my mountain man.
Leaning over me, he runs his hands over my skin, my body tingling under his touch. I've longed for this moment for so long. I gasp, my body opening for him, having forgotten how big he is, how much of man he is.
How much I need to be filled by him.
"Damn, it's been a long wait, baby," he groans as he pushes deeper inside me.
"Worth the wait?" I ask.
"You are worth everything."
He isn't talking about sex being worth it... he’s talking about me.
For so long, I didn't think I was enough for a man like James.
But he tells me with his actions that I am more than enough for him.
I blink back tears as he rocks inside me. My chest heaves as he fucks me the way my body was meant to be loved. Completely.
James was my first and he'll be my last.
He is my forever.