Still Not Over You(76)

And by the time I’m fully inside her, enveloped in a wet and giving lushness like a deep and burning sea, I'm lost.

Happily undone.

I lose myself in her, thrusting like a madman, driving deep again and again, moving to the crash and roll of the waves outside, the turn and sway of the constellations overhead.

There’s pleasure and then there’s this – this insane thing where every time my body cries out in torment, my heart and soul answer. Ringing affirmation.

Drawn into this wicked primal rhythm. I can't even breathe without tasting her.

My balls keep time, smacking against her skin, my dick swelling as I fuck her straight through one spastic release and into the next. Her body is my dream, my ambrosia, my vessel.

This is our true wedding vow.

Here, joined together, buck naked and writhing like wildcats in heat.

This moment, our moment, witnessed by stars and sea. Promises made in breathless, strained exaltation, heard only by sky and sand and our own pounding ears.

I clutch her to me, crushing our bodies together. I need to fucking come.

We’re melded in sweat and tangled limbs, in desperate kisses and needy grasping hands. Kenna rises up to meet me again and again, faster and faster, until we flow, until we’re liquid, until we’re falling apart.

“Fuck, Reb, come with me. Come. Right. Now.”

I burst. I dissolve. And so does she.

My balls twitch, pouring sheer fire, my whole spine going electric. For a second, I really am an animal, claiming and mating and marking her as mine.

It’s rough. It’s raw. It’s sharp and strange and biting, that quiet twilight magic turning into wild bestial sorcery, and as we crash together one last time I lose control.

Lose it, yeah, but never lose my hold on her, even as I spill myself into her gushing, sucking cunt and breathless screams, feeling that tightness that comes when she takes me for every drop and gives back her own and begs for more.

Kenna's mine tonight, as long as the stars shining down on us last.

No, longer.

She’s mine, heart and soul, and nothing will ever make me let her go again.





*



We lie in the muggy summer heat, tangled together, naked and stuck together by sweat.

She’s half asleep; I’m not far behind.

Something about our first time as man and wife broke something inside me.

By something, I mean my fucking self-control. I turned into a goddamn animal in heat and took her every which way I could.

Up against the headboard, her fingers clutching at the edge of the wood and her ass thrust back against me while she taunted me with little grinds of her hips.

On her hands and knees, fingers tangled in her hair. The noise Kenna made when she came branded itself in my memory. So did the way her sweet cunt shook every inch of me, pulling the heat from my balls with every whimpering twitch of her skin.

On my back, her body plunging down over me, glorious and beautiful and wild. Her hips tempting me to dive deeper into her. Her mouth molten on my cock, making me writhe.

I made noises straight from the Caveman Lexicon. Feral, sandpaper sounds, like my own rough pleasure scratching at my throat as it left me.

Her legs over my shoulders, her hips bucking, jerking and thrashing and coming real sweet for me again while I licked her clean with my tongue. I gorged myself on her greedily, and I feel no shame for it.

How she'd suck me nice and hard between each round. She's an angel when that mouth speaks, but the woman is all devil once her tongue touches my cock. Her delicate tease up and down my length ends with her circling my swollen crown, focusing her soft licks under it, finding the spot that makes me want to shoot off in her mouth if I wasn't so crazed to fill her pussy.

I've taught her too damn well.

If I can’t walk in the morning, it’s entirely her fault for being this gorgeous.

I can’t stop myself from tracing the line of her hip with my hand, following the dip down toward her still slick opening again. She laughs, batting my hand away drowsily.

“Enough, tiger.” It's barely an exaggeration. I have to fight to suppress a growl that'd make a saber-toothed beast do a double take.

“Rest, babe. You've earned it,” I say, kissing her bare shoulder.

With a contented sound, she snuggles against me, spooning herself into the curve of my body with that delectable little ass rubbing right against my cock. “I feel like I’ve been beaten with a meat tenderizer.”

“That’s not something my cock’s ever been called before. Nice compliment.” I wink.

She laughs, twisting in my arms and facing me, resting her hands against my chest. “You know what I meant. You’re awful, Landon. Why do I love you?”

“Because you do. And because I love you. And because you'll want this dick again in the morning, and I'll want to give it to you so hard you'll come up with fun new names for being fucked.”

“Landon.” There's a playful warning in her voice, her eyes narrowed.

I run my fingers through her hair, pushing her against me, taking my sweet time burying my lips on hers. “You heard me, Reb. Don't act like you didn't. I love fucking you like a man possessed because I just fucking love you. Period.”

Kenna's gaze relaxes. She lets out a soft, contented sigh, her green eyes bright in the darkness. “Nice save. I’ll never get tired of hearing that.”