“Hollis, baby. God I’ve wanted this again for so long.”
My body surges forward, the bulk of my weight being supported by my arms, but my pelvis pushing her into the soft mattress underneath her. She moves in sync with me, her small hips undulating in short, punching grinds, seeking the friction between us.
Soft moans fill the air between us. I love the sweet sounds she makes, as if sex with me is like licking chocolate frosting from a bowl.
I want her to come again, and I want to feel her spasm around my cock and call out my name in glory and pleasure.
Tucking a hand underneath her knee, I pull her knee up toward her chest, the move fitting me in deeper and extracting a desirable gasp from her mouth.
“Yes, Kellan. Right there. That’s so good,” she cries, her fingernails scaling down my back, digging in so roughly I’m sure there will be evidence come morning light.
My hips begin to piston harder, rougher, deeper, and she matches me with intensity. Her moans of pleasure go straight to my balls that are drawn up tight and achy, so close to losing their load.
“You close, angel?” I rasp, unable to say much in the way of full sentences.
Her moan is long and harsh, and I think she wants me to kiss her on the mouth when she clasps her hands behind my neck and yanks my head down. But then she redirects my mouth to her tits, and says, “Suck. Hard.”
Ah, my girl likes her nipples played with during sex. I’ll file that little gem away for future reference.
“Fuck yeah, baby.” I latch my lips around her taut nipple, distended between us, and suck it between my teeth. Grazing over it with my tongue, I glide over the nub, caressing it gently, before sucking it again and suctioning hard.
She goes off like a sparkler.
“Kel, I’m coming…oh God. Yes!” she all but practically screams in my ear, as I let go of her nipple and pump several harder thrusts.
And then with a savage snarl, I throw my head back as I’m coming inside her at the same time, the spasms of her inner walls turning me wild with the need to release, everything around us vanishing as I spill every last drop inside Hollis.
I close my eyes and let my head fall limply into the crook of her neck, her fingers thread through my hair, lazily stroking my hair as our breathing returns to a normal pace.
“I don’t want to move,” I mutter thickly, like a kid who doesn’t want to get out of bed to go to school. “This feels entirely too good.”
She just hums. “Yeah.”
I finally dislodge from her center, and shift to my side, holding the condom in place and looking around for a tissue.
Before I get out of bed, I lean in and place a kiss on the corner of her mouth, where she smiles sweetly.
“Is that what married sex will be like?” she asks, stunning me with the question and inference to being married to me.
I roll over her body, so I’m looking straight into her eyes, caging her in with my arms as I hover over her. My lips suck on her bottom lip before I take her in a full kiss. Hard, passionate, and with promises to give her whatever she wants and needs from me.
“I promise, it’ll be better.”
Chapter Nine
Hollis
This is crazy. Insane. A mockery of the institution of marriage and a mistake the size of this mountain.
As I pace back and forth in front of my closet, searching for something I can wear to my own wedding ceremony this afternoon, a burst of panic rises in my chest, flocking like birds being caged inside a cave with no way to escape.
Last night, after round two of the best sex I’ve ever had, we snuggled up by the fire and researched the requirements for getting married in Colorado.
No waiting period. Check.
No witnesses required. Check.
Marriage license can be obtained at a County Clerk’s office on Monday. Check.
