“Yes. You. I love you too. I love what we have here too. I don’t want to leave it. And there’s no way in this world or any other that I’m ever going to leave you.”
At my loud, unwavering pronouncement, Mason makes a choked sound and scoops me up in a hug that twirls me in a circle. “You’re gonna stay with me?”
“Yes!” I’m giggling and trying to kiss him at the same time. He has to set me down before we manage it. “I’m going to stay.”
“If things get worse or our situation changes, we can move. We can try the wilderness if it’s better there. But I think we can make something good out of what we have here.”
“I know we can. That’s what I want. To make something good out of the ashes of everything bad. With the village and Bill and the cows and the chickens.” I reach up to pull his head down so I can kiss him again. “And you.”
The next morning—only a few hours later really—it’s still dark outside, and Mason is on top of me. Between my legs. We’re both naked, and he’s rocking slow and delicious inside me. We’re kissing occasionally. He hasn’t gotten urgent yet or needed to work toward a finish.
He’s just loving me.
And I’m loving him back.
My fingers are tangled up in his thick waves, and I’m lifting my hips to meet each of his slow thrusts. He spent a long time kissing me all over when we woke up a while ago. He even kissed between my legs, which felt so good he kept going until I came quite unexpectedly. And now I’m still so wet that I can hear his shaft moving inside me.
I like the sound.
I like all of this.
“You feel so good like this,” Mason murmurs, pulling out of another kiss to gaze down on me. “All soft and sweet and delicious. My honey cake.”
I giggle at the name, but nothing makes me feel more special than when he calls me that. “You feel good too. Big and strong and solid. My man. My husband.”
“I am. I always will be.” After another kiss, I’m so overwhelmed with emotion that I squeeze him with my arms and my pussy.
He grunts. “You’re testing my endurance.”
I giggle and squeeze again.
“Woman.”
I’m still giggling when he speeds up, thrusting into me faster and harder. It feels just as good as everything else, and I cry out with another orgasm just before he finishes too.
He lowers himself gently on top of me, careful about being too heavy, and we lie tangled up together for a long time. He nuzzles my hair and my neck. I stroke his back and bare butt.
I can’t believe I can have this. Have him. And not worry about doing enough to keep him.
“You happy?” he asks gruffly after a long time of cuddling.
“I am happy. So happy. What about you?”
“I’m happier than anyone else on earth right now. Someone could make me the prince of the world’s biggest kingdom, and I wouldn’t be any happier than this.”
We kiss again and might have kept going had there not come a light scratch on the bedroom door.
We break apart, both of us laughing.
The scratch comes again, this time more enthusiastic.
Bill obviously hears that we’re awake in here.
“Let him in,” I say, rolling to my side so Mason can climb out of bed.
When he opens the door, Bill bursts in with a lot of eager panting, a lolling tongue, and one bent ear. He runs to the bed to sniff my hand and then sits to accept his pets.
Mason climbs into bed beside me.
