He undresses me with care, taking the time to kiss each part of me as he does.
When I’m completely naked except for my cowgirl boots, I sit up, intending to take those off, but he puts his hand on my shoulder.
“Leave them on,” he says as pulls my body to the edge of the bed. Then his mouth is between my legs and he was definitely right. He is showing me more magic.
His tongue sweeps over me, lapping at my clit. He slides a hand up my thighs to press his palm on the front of my pussy. I love it when he does that.
He sucks my clit and I’m gone, falling into waves of pleasure. Like he always does, he waits until my orgasm finishes before he starts again and I come quickly. “Don’t stop,” I beg as he thrusts his tongue into me.
When I’m spent, he stands and strips down, then sits on the edge of the bed. He pulls me to his lap and I straddle him, sliding my pussy down onto his rigid cock.
“Ride me, darlin’,” he says and I do.
I ride him slowly up and down his length. Teasing, feeling his thighs tighten under me. I tease him until he clamps his hands onto my waist. Then I stop teasing him and move in earnest.
“Ah, Stormy,” he says as he thrusts upward and spills himself into me.
“Yes, my husband? Did you enjoy the ride?” I kiss the side of his neck.
“Mmm. You know I do.”
He puts his hand on one of my boots, takes it off, then does the same to the other one. Then he stands and carries me into the bathroom.
“I’ll rinse you off,” he says.
I know that gleam in his eye. “Behave yourself, cowboy.”
“Where’s the fun in that?”
“You’re right,” I tell him. “Misbehaving is more fun.”
It’s a long time before the shower is finished but when it is, and we’re both tired, we walk hand in hand to the bed.
I get in and Kannen turns off the light, then climbs in beside me, wrapping his arms around me.
It took me a while to get here, but I know without a doubt that this is where I belong. And it always will be.
Epilogue
Kannen
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Yesterday we celebrated a year of marriage with dinner at The Outlaw Barn. I gave Stormy flowers and then said we could go to the movies or do something else, but she’d refused. Then she smiled that smile she has that always gets me and said she wanted to be here at the ranch where it’s just the two of us.
Whatever she wants is fine with me. I’ll always support her decisions. When she decided she didn’t want to go back to a career in journalism but wanted to write novels instead, I turned one of the rooms into an office for her. I believe in her. I believe in her dreams.
But last night, there was a reason she wanted us to be alone.
I’m still thinking about that, about her on her knees slowly drawing my cock between her lips. I think about the way she swallowed, then licked her lips. I hit my thumb with the damn hammer and get up to walk it off. Shit, that hurts.
I’m glad I’m almost through with this task. I haven’t been able to keep my mind off how much my wife turns me on. And as the hammer proved, that’s an issue.
I can’t concentrate on anything. When I’m in the barn, I want her. When I’m on my horse out on the land I can’t wait to get back. The more I’m with her, the more I want to be with her.
I want to talk with her. Share the day. Make love until I collapse from the effort. Then wake up and do it all again the next day.
Working side by side on house projects the way we’ve been doing isn’t easy for me.
