“Isn’t that the prize?” she asked, kissing him.
“I want you to have another first,” he said, grinding against her.
He let go of her to cup her breasts and tug on the sensitive peaks as she rode him. Passion lit up her face as she lifted her hips and slammed down against his dick, making him swallow hard. If she continued, he’d fill her in mere seconds. Her juices made a slick sound, filling him with more pleasure.
Caroline slammed against him, moving her hips and grinding against him. The smell of sex drifted to his nose,driving him higher. His shaft throbbed and strained almost painfully, begging for release.
Jameson thrusted as she slammed against him, turning their playful moment into a more serious matter. It seemed like a race to the finish line, and he planned to win. Raising his head, he sucked a nipple into his mouth while he tugged on the other.
Caroline cried out, grabbing his head and holding him there as her center clenched around his aching cock and pulsated her release.
“Jameson,” she cried as the climax hit her, sending her over the edge.
He waited until she came down from her high before turning her over.
He pulled her hips into position and slammed inside her. No longer able to control his urge to claim her, Jameson let himself go.
“Ohhh,” Caroline said as she thrust back against his straining hard on. Her breasts continued to bounce as he penetrated her deeply. The sound of their pants filled the air.
“Fill me, Jameson,” she cried as her hips met his.
“I will,” he promised as he thrust harder and deeper. His spine tingled as his balls tightened as he rode his way to the biggest orgasm of his life.
“Damn, Caroline,” he swore. “You’ll kill me on our honeymoon.”
He slid out, kissed her gently, and pulled her into his arms.
“Did I hurt you?” he murmured close to her ear.
“Only in a good way,” she assured him. “How long do we have before the party?”
“As long as we need,” he reassured her. “They’ll understand.”
“You’re supposed to rest,” she reminded him. “Do you know where we’re heading for our honeymoon?”
“It’s a surprise,” he said, kissing her nose. “Julio gave us three weeks and said we'd better not return like Garrett and Riley.”
“Maybe when we get back, we can invite Tara to stay with us. Then, Garrett and Riley can have some alone time,” she suggested.
“I’m afraid I messed up your hair,” he said, glancing at the wavy mass. “Will you leave it down tonight?”
“Sure. Do we have time to shower?”
“Take all the time you need,” he said, watching the lovely view of his wife disappear into the bathroom.
She peeked her head around the door. “Do you plan on me washing my back all by myself?” she asked with a grin.
“You don’t need to convince me,” he said, rising from the bed to join his wife.
He smiled as he passed the window, glancing out at the golden field. It seemed to symbolize an abundance of happiness for the two of them. Maybe he turned sappy after three months of recuperating with Caroline at his side. They played games, and of course, she cheated. Mostly, they talked until the wee hours of the morning about their dreams and hopes for the future.
Jameson convinced Caroline to go with Rebecca and use the key Thomas left her. At some point, her father grew suspicious of Nancy and stashed money in a safe deposit box for his daughter. The lawyers took their case against Nancy to court, and Caroline inherited everything. She struggled with reconciling how her father died. On those nights, Jameson held her close and let her cry. She cried for the father she lost, and he joined her, mourning the loss of a man who accepted him as his son.
Together, they’d find a way to heal and love each other through everything. After all, today they promised to love each other for a lifetime.
EPILOGUE
Three Weeks Later
