He went back to my clit, sucking as he moved the vibrator slightly and I screamed his name, my body shaking as an orgasm washed over me.
Pulling the vibrator gently out of me, he rolled me onto my side, and pressed his fingers into my pussy and then his dick was pushing inside of my ass and I was coming again.
“Baby, you need to slow down,” he warned.
“I can’t,” I panted out.
He pushed in further, sliding a hand to palm my breast. “You want more?”
“Yeah. Hard, honey.” I slid my leg over his, so I was open to him and he moved his hand from my breast to my pussy, fingering me while he fucked my ass. He buried himself to the hilt, then began to move, faster and faster, his fingers working their way inside of my pussy while his palm rubbed my clit. “Oh, god, get there, Tristan!” I begged and he slammed into me harder and harder, suddenly going still as his dick released its load into me.
My own release covered his fingers and he kissed the nape of my neck before smiling and lifting his hand to his mouth, running his tongue over his palm. “Fuckin’ honey.” Sliding gently out of me, he untied my hands from the headboard, then released me from my restraints, kissing me gently. “We’re going to the courthouse on Monday and we’re getting married. If you want to have some kind of ceremony or party later, go for it, but we’re making it official on Monday, and I’m not hearing any arguments about it. Got it?”
“I kind of wanted Clementine to be—”
“And she will be,” Doc said, heading to the bathroom. “As will Alamo.”
“Wait, what?” I asked, following him.
“I already talked to her,” he said, then washed his face. “She took the day off work and is meeting us at the courthouse.”
“What if I’d said no?”
He rolled his eyes. “You weren’t gonna say no.”
I wrinkled my nose. “What if I had?”
He dried his hands and cocked his head. “I would have tied you to my fucking bike and driven you back to Savannah myself.”
“So your whole ultimatum was just an illusion?”
He slid his hand to my neck and stroked my cheek. “In what universe did you ever think I’d ever let you go?”
“Do you know how obsessive you sound right now? It’s not healthy, Tristan.”
He cocked his head. “This has nothing to do with obsession, sweetness. If I really believed you wanted nothing to do with me...that you really wanted us to be over, I’d walk away. You just needed me to prove it.”
“It’s weird that you know me better than I know me.”
“No it’s not.”
“Yeah, it really is.”
He chuckled. “Do you think you can start to relax a little and just let your man love you now?”
I sighed, leaning into his touch. “I can try.”
He grinned, kissing me gently. “Love you, baby.”
“Can I feed you now, please? I do not like how much weight you’ve lost.”
“Yeah we can eat.”
“Will you cook?”
He laughed. “Sure. You got food?”
I nodded. “Clem shopped.”
