Kissing Her(21)

The road is deserted and there are no street lights, so the car is completely dark. I wish I could see all of her, but the way she’s moving on top of me, I know she’s as desperate as I am for the connection. I’ve had my fingers inside of her, but nothing has prepared her for a man and it’s a tight fit. She whines a little when I feel her stretch to the point of pain and there’s a small pinch as she takes in my girth.

“You can do it, sweet Bee, just breathe through it,” I say, moving my hand between us and grazing my thumb across her clit. I know that this is what it took to get her off before and I use that as my guide. I slowly rub my thumb in circles until she’s softening in my arms and moving on her own. Thankfully it doesn’t take long because she’s got a death grip on my cock and I need to move or I might just actually die.

“I’m so full,” she moans against my ear and I nearly come inside her .

I’ve never felt so vulnerable with anyone before, but right now my soul is laid bare before her. Bee might not know everything about my past or the things I’m capable of, but I know she feels my love and that’s what’s real and true. If there’s one good thing inside me, it’s my love for her and I’ll always put that first.

“I need you so badly,” I say as I grab her hips and begin to move her more. My thumb still circles her clit and she grips me tighter as she gets closer to her orgasm.

“I need you, too.”

The thought of being so deep inside of her without protection is making my cock swell. I’ve never felt anything so good before and I can hardly breathe. Her pussy pulses as her back arches and she gasps as her pleasure takes her by surprise and rockets through her body. Her legs tighten around me and she cries out so loud it rings in my ears and I want her to do it again. I crave the sound of her lost in pleasure and giving herself over to me.

I grunt as I sink deep into her one last time and feel myself come without the hindrance of a condom. It’s raw and messy as I release inside of her. The thought of getting her pregnant and making a family is in the back of my mind and I can’t say I don’t love the thought of it. Bee is mine just like I always knew she would be, so why stop with making love? Why not go all the way and make our life and our family, starting now?

“My love,” I whisper to her as I close my eyes and hold her tight.

“Take me home, Ragnar. I want to do it again, but this time we can spread out.”

Her soft laugh warms even the darkest parts of my soul and I know that I will treasure her until my last breath.





Chapter Thirteen





Bee





This time when I wake it’s to soft kisses on the insides of my thighs. “Ragnar.” I sigh as he makes love to me with his mouth.

My eyes open to stare up at the white canopy over the bed. I didn't notice it when he brought me home last tight. I didn’t notice much because he was my only focus. To me nothing else in the whole world matters because he loves me and we’re getting married today.

“Sweet Bee.” My heart flutters when he says my name. It’s so different than when anyone else says it. It’s filled with sweetness and warmth that tingles all over my skin. Most of all it’s filled with love. I can feel it all around me and I know I’m finally home. I belong here with him.

I look down my body to where he has me spread wide. He licks and sucks at me as I stare at him with the morning light flooding into the bedroom. Tattoos run up his arms and I can’t take my eyes off them as they wrap around my thighs to keep me in place. I’m not going anywhere, so he can hold me as tight as he wants.

“You really are sweet all over.”

I want to tell him he’s the sweet one, but he sucks my clit into his mouth and my head drops back onto the pillow. His tongue swirls and I reach down, needing to touch him. I find one of his hands and his fingers lock with mine in a tight hold. The pleasure hits me hard, my body trying to lift off the bed and my climax hits as Ragnar holds me in place.

Last night he popped up out of thin air to save me and I know he always will. Ragnar might keep trying to say he’s a bad man, but I’m not buying it. He’s the sweetest man I’ve ever met.

He moves and pulls me on top of him. I cuddle around his big body with my head lying on his chest.

“Your bed's a little surprising.” It’s so soft, and the canopy around it is fit for a princess. I sit up to look at him and let out a small wince. My body is sore from all the lovemaking but it was worth it.

“Bee.” Ragnar starts to rise.

“I’m fine,” I reassure him as I push on his chest to keep him in bed. “I’m just not used to such vigorous activity.”

My face heats but I don’t try and hide it. I’m sure I’ll get used to being naked around him soon enough. He’s going to be my husband after all, and I’m sure after last night we’ll soon be more than that. I know being Ragnar's wife is going to be filled with pleasures I can’t even imagine yet.

“Are you sure?” He sits up anyway and his chest comes to mine. He slides his hands to the back of my head and his eyes stay locked with mine.

“I promise, I’m more than fine.” He leans in, kissing me, and I taste myself on his lips. A small sigh of happiness comes from me as his hard length presses against my center, wanting inside. My body’s reaction is to thrust my hips up and invite him in.