His finger moves faster and deeper inside me, his thumb rubbing my swollen bud in circles. The sensation is overwhelming, and I know that I am close. Very close.
“Oh God, yessss!!!”
He knows what I need; he always does. He increases the pace of his fingers until I am jerking beneath him, my hips bucking wildly against his hand. The pleasure builds within me, an unstoppable force that threatens to consume me whole.
“Fuck!” I scream as ecstasy rips through me.
My body shudders and spasms, shaking with mind-blowing pleasure as he brings me to the edge of the abyss. My eyes roll back into my head as I feel a wave of orgasmic bliss wash over me, my body trembling in his grip.
I thrust my hips against his hand as the pleasure intensifies. I can feel another orgasm building, preparing to explode within me, every muscle tensed and ready for its release.
He doesn’t let up on his assault; he knows that I need this, that I crave it. He continues to stroke me vigorously, driving me closer and closer to the edge. His thumb darts wildly against my clit, sending shockwaves of ecstasy shooting through my body.
“Oh God, oh God!” I cry out, as the pleasure tears through me again.
He pulls back only for a minute before he’s hovering over me and guiding his thick shaft inside me.I moan as he enters me, and the sensation is overwhelming. His thrusts are slow and deep, every movement stirring something primal within me. It’s like a beast inside of him is coming alive, feeding off my every reaction.
“Oh yes!” I cry out, wrapping my legs around his waist. “Fuck me harder!”
He complies immediately, his body slamming into mine with a force that knocks the wind out of me. Every thrust is a whirlwind of pleasure, every touch a jolt of electricity.
His eyes are locked onto mine, his expression a mix of lust and love. He’s never been this intense before; it’s like he’s unlocked some primal part of himself that he’s been holding back.
His mouth is nibbling on my neck and breasts as he drives inside me. I’m ready to fall into the abyss all over again.
My legs wrap around his waisttightly, pulling him closer. “Harder, faster!” I beg, loving the way he takes me, possessing me.
He groans as he looks into my eyes. “I love you,” he says between heavy breaths, before plunging deeper inside me.
The sight of him looking at me like that, all raw and vulnerable beneath his desire, makes my heart swell with love for him.
I can feel the muscles in his back tense as he holds himself above me, the veins in his arms standing out with every thrust. His hips move in a pistoning motion, erratic as he grunts and growls.
His eyes lock onto mine as he speeds up his pace, my name on the tip of his tongue. His body tenses; he looks like he’s about to explode. And then he lets out a deep groan as he thrusts one last time inside me. His face contorts with pleasure before finally collapsing onto me, his heavy breaths washing over me.
“Engaged sex is the best,” I giggle.
He chuckles as he kisses my forehead. He rolls over and pulls me into him.
“There’s plenty more where that came from.”
“Mmmmmm, just what I like to hear,” I smile. “I love you, too. I’m so glad that I’m going to be your wife.”
His arms wrap around me tighter, and I lay my head on his chest.
This is where I belong.
Epilogue
Sutton
One year later
I’m standing in front of the mirror in our bedroom, the soft glow of morning light spilling through the windows and illuminating the lace details of my wedding dress. Mrs. C is fussing with my veil, her gentle hands smoothing it over my curls, while Kelsey adjusts the hem of the dress where it pools on the floor.
The house feels alive, buzzing with the anticipation of the day. The faint sounds of laughter and chatter drift up from outside, where friends and family are gathering in the sunflower-filled meadow that Wade insisted would be the perfect spot for our wedding.
“You look beautiful, sweetheart,” Mrs. C says, stepping back to admire her handiwork. Her eyes glisten with unshed tears, and I’m reminded again of how much she’s become like a second mother to me.
