Needing her to come, even as I clench my jaw to hold back from falling over the edge, I slide a hand between us. My thumb finds her clit and I press down, moving it in maddening circles which make her walls pulse around my shaft.
Meadow’s hips move to meet my thrusts. When I fill her to the hilt, I rotate my hips. My thumb circles her clit again and I can feel her holding back, holding onto her pleasure. But that’s not going to work for me.
Her orgasm is mine.
All fucking mine.
“Wildflower,” I snarl the word, “I want your pleasure. I want to feel the way your pussy begs for my cum.”
Fuck.
The vision of her round with my child swims through my mind. It has my balls drawing up tight. It feels like I’m barely hanging on, but she’s going to come before me. Always.
Always putting her first.
Because she’s mine.
All fucking mine.
Looking down at her, the way her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes are glazed over with lust has me thrusting faster and harder. Chasing. Needing.
“Fuck,” I groan, “You’re fucking tight, wife.”
“Rook,” her voice raises an octave and the plea in her voice almost undoes me.
But she’s still holding back.
I’m not sure if it’s because it’s our wedding night or if she’s just stuck in her head. Either way, I want her to fall apart. For me. All for me.
“Come,” Ibark out the word.
I watch with rapt attention as she falls apart underneath me. The way she writhes as her slick channel squeezes my length is almost too much. But I don’t want to miss a moment of her lost in bliss. It’s too fucking good to miss.
A tingle races up my spine and wraps around me. I bare my teeth as I try to hold back, but I already know it’s a battle I’m going to lose.
And I can’t fucking wait.
The way her body is milking me mixed with her breathy moans and the way her body locks up, knowing I did that, pushes me right over the edge. I pump into her a few more times before I fill her as deeply as I can, loving the way she stretches around me.
When the first jet of my cum paints her walls, my vision goes hazy. I come hard and it steals my breath for a moment.
It feels like I’m floating, a sensation I’ve only felt when buried inside my Wildflower. She clings to me, her blue eyes sparkling with satisfaction.
Damn, it makes me feel like a victorious warrior. All because I gave her the pleasure she needed. On our wedding night.
We’re both panting as I pull out of her and flop onto the bed. It’s too much distance between us and I hook an arm around her waist and pull her against my chest. The way her body molds to mine is perfection.
My hand runs up and down her spine. The day settles around us, and I turn my head to kiss the top of her head.
“We got married today,” she whispers the words like a wish on a shooting star.
“We did,” I confirm because I need to hear it as well. I take a deep breath and let the truth of what we did, and the weight of the band on my finger, settle. It feels damn good. I can’t help but smile. “Now the real fun begins,” I tease her.
When I look down at her, she’s peeking up at me with a mischievous glint in her eye. The sass in her voice has my cock twitching. Then she shocks me by straddling my hips.
The sight of her above me with every curve on display has my dick hardening so fast it makes me a little dizzy. She rotates her hips with a wicked smile on her face that tells me she knows exactly what she’s doing to me.
“Is that so?” She bats her eyelashes at me, and I can’t help but chuckle. “What kind of fun?”
