Page 9 of One Night with a Mountain Man

Eight

Natalie

Six Months Later

I can't believe how my life has changed in just over six months. I'd just married the man of my dreams when this time last year I didn't know he existed.

The Pine Ridge Inn, with its rustic charm and warm glow, had been the perfect backdrop for our small and simple wedding. We'd exchanged vows under an arch of wildflowers, with the mountains in the distance. Joy and laughter had filled the space filling me with a certainty I'd never felt before.

Our reception dinner was the most memorable of my life, probably because it was my wedding day but the food was delicious. Sweet roasted dates filled with goat cheese and wrapped in bacon along with charcuterie and cheese platters were big hits. The main course was Beef Wellington with green peppercorn sauce, grilled asparagus, gold potatoes mashed with loads of decadent butter and cream. The looks on the faces of our guests confirmed we'd made excellent choices.

And finally dessert was served when we cut our vanilla wedding cake filled with raspberry mousse with sweetened coconut covering the vanilla buttercream frosting. We went traditional and old school and cut the cake together and fed a bite to each other getting frosting all over our mouths. Laughing, we resorted to wiping it off with napkins.

We shared stories, clinked glasses, and basked in the love that encircled us. But as each moment passed, a current of anticipation ran through me, electric and insistent. I couldn’t wait to be alone with my husband.

Now, standing on the threshold of our suite at the inn, I take a deep breath to steady myself. The white lace teddy hugs my curves, a delicate contrast to my flushed skin. My heart hammers with a mix of nerves and excitement. It’s my one and only wedding night.

Dillon waits for me, his eyes lighting up as I stepped into view. I almost giggle at the thought of his hands fumbling with the lace, but this was no time for childishness. Instead, I let a smile play on my lips and walk towards him with a deliberate grace.

The air between us crackles with desire as I cross the room. Dillon stands up to meet me halfway, his gaze never leaving mine.

The rest of the world falls away. It was just Dillon and me, and a future we had just stepped into together.

As we stand there, mere inches apart, the heat of his body, the thrum of his heart, and the weight of his gaze entices me. It’s a heady mix of emotions that leaves me reeling, but I need to take the first step. I want desperately to take that first step.

With a deep breath, I reach up and cup his face in my hands, my fingers brushing against the stubble on his jaw. His eyes never leave mine as I lean in, my lips brushing against his in a gentle, tentative kiss. The connection is electric, a spark that seemed to light up the room and set my heart ablaze.

Dillon's hands find their way to my waist, pulling me closer. Our kiss deepens, a slow, sensual dance that speaks of the love we share. As our tongues meet, desire surges inside me leaving me breathless.

I break the kiss, my eyes searching his. I need to be with him, I need him to touch me, I want him inside me. He fills me up and I need that now more than anything else. In this moment, I have no other desire than to be his wife in every sense of the word. "I want you," I say.

Dillon's eyes darken, his gaze heated as he looks at me. "Oh God, I want you too, Natalie." With that, he scoops me up in his arms, carrying me to the bed. I wrap my legs around him, my arms around his neck, as he lowers me onto the soft mattress. Our lips meet again, our passion growing with each kiss, each flick of tongue, each touch.

Dillon's hands roam my body, his fingers tracing the curve of my hips, the swell of my breasts. I moan softly, my body responding to his touch, the desire building within me. He gently removes the lace teddy, revealing my body to him, and I feel a surge of vulnerability and trust.

As he continues to explore me, I reach down, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. I slide my hand inside, feeling the heat of his skin, the hardness of his cock. I wrap my fingers around him, and he groans, his eyes closing for a moment as he savors the sensation.

"You're mine now," I whisper, my voice low and sultry. "Forever and always."

Dillon's eyes meet mine, his gaze intense as he nods. "Yes, I'm yours. I belonged to you the minute I saw you."

With that, he moves my legs apart with his knee. I open to him as he holds my gaze. I feel the pressure of him, the anticipation building. This is the moment we've been waiting for, the moment our love will be complete.

As he enters me, I gasp, my eyes widening in surprise and pleasure. Dillon's lips find mine again, our kiss deepening as he begins to move within me. I wrap my legs around him giving him access to go deeper. My body responds to his, the pleasure building with each thrust.

Our lovemaking is slow and sensual, a celebration of our marriage and our new life. As we move together, I I'm complete, and exactly where I'm meant to be. Dillon's hands hold me close, his eyes looking into mine with desire and possession and I am home.

As we reach our climax together, our bodies shaking with the force of our passion, Peace washes over me. And as we lay there, entwined together, arms and legs mingled, I'm thankful for that day I went outside my comfort zone and spent one night that turned into a lifetime.

As I drift off to sleep, I can't help but smile. Dillon is everything I've ever wanted in a man. He is kind, caring, and passionate. And now, he is mine.

I wake up to the gentle touch of Dillon's fingers on my cheek. "Morning, beautiful," he whispers, his voice a soothing rumble in my ear.

"Morning," I murmur, my voice still thick with sleep.

"I'll get us some coffee," he says, his voice low and husky. "You want anything else?"

"No, just coffee will be perfect."

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