I stepped out of them just as he lifted me like I weighed nothing and turned around, placing my back against the cold wooden door.
He held me effortlessly, as he always did, and pressed himself against my now spread thighs.
“I’m going to get the front of your jeans wet,” I pointed out, my fingers playing through the beard covering his jaw.
He’d cleaned it up last night in preparation for our wedding today.
I wasn’t sure that I liked it.
I was used to the mountain man look.
This one…
“Badge of pride,” he teased. “Kiss me, wife.”
So I kissed him.
I kissed him with everything I had, my fingers curling into his beard and holding him to me tight.
He chuckled when he went to pull away and I wouldn’t let him, those little lines crinkling at the edges of his eyes.
“Gotta breathe, baby.” He licked my lips.
I reluctantly let him pull away but kept my fingers just where I liked them.
“I like it longer,” I mused as I sifted them through the curly hairs at either side of his jaw.
“It’ll grow back,” he pointed out. “And be just as unkempt as ever in a few days.”
“Do you remember when you couldn’t even grow a mustache?”
“Got the first hair on my jaw the same time you started growing hair on your puss…”
I threw my head back and laughed. “It was no wonder we got pregnant as young as we did.”
“Life would’ve been different,” he said as he reached between us and pulled his cock out of his jeans. “I’m glad that I finally get to call you mine.”
I lifted up so he could place his cock at my entrance. “You could’ve called me yours from the moment we first met.”
He growled and pushed up, filling me with his cock.
I was so wet that it was an easy slide.
“Jesus,” he said. “You’re wet.”
“Getting married to you was a turn-on.” I looped my arms around his neck, once again bringing our mouths close. “Plus, you were wearing that cowboy hat all night. It does things to me.”
Speaking of cowboy hat, it was on the floor behind him, knocked backward in our flurry of kisses earlier.
He winked and pulled away, giving me a show of strength when he bent down to one knee, picked up the hat, and replaced it onto the top of his head.
I moaned. “Boone.”
He stood up and walked backward to the single couch in the room and sat down in it.
When my knees had purchase, I started to undulate on him, making it extra bouncy so my tits gave him an added show.
“Fuck,” he groaned as he leaned his head back.
