Page 126 of Fall With Me (Sugarland Creek)

“Relax your jaw, sweetheart.” He cups my cheek, rubbing soft circles over my skin. “Good girl, just like that.”

After a couple minutes of sucking him, he tells me to lie back.

“Tell me if I hurt you, got it?”

I nod, but I want it to hurt.

He eases himself inside me, so achingly slow at first, I lift my hips to speed up the process.

“Ellie…” He breathes my name out like a prayer, and I widen my thighs so he can slide in deeper. “You feel like heaven.”

Wrapping my arms around his body, I pull him closer. “You're not gonna break me, I promise.”

He finally stops holding back and gives me what I need, connecting us in a new way I've never felt before. My heart pounds at feeling so many things at once—how much I love him, how perfect we feel together, how deep our connection goes—I can barely take it before I'm teetering on the edge again.

“Landen, yes…I?—”

“I got you, sweetheart.” Snaking his arm around my waist, he lifts me and thrusts harder, vibrating pleasure against my clit.

My thighs shake around him as the climax hits me hard and fast, and I drag my nails down his back as I cry out through the intensity.

He buries his face in my neck and bites behind my ear, filling me so full, I nearly come again.

Hollow breathing echoes between us and he collapses on top of me, cradling my face in his hands.

“I love you,” he whispers between slow tender kisses. “But the next time I'm inside you, I'm bending you over in front of that mirror and you're gonna think I don't by the way I fuck that pussy raw.”

My eyes search his face and a devious grin spreads across it.

“Then what was this?” I ask.

“This was makin' love to my future wife…”

“And what's wrong with that?”

He presses his mouth to the tip of my nose. “Absolutely nothing. But I'm not missing your face the next time I make you come.”

“You're obsessed with watching me,” I quip.

Licking his bottom lip, he winks. “You have no idea, Little Devil. Over four years of watchin' my dream girl at a distance. Now, I'm not gonna miss a damn thing.”

I wake up sore as fuck but with a pleasurable soreness that brings a smile to my face. After a month of nonstop sex, you'dthink my body would be used to this. But Landen’s the first man I've been with in years and he's not let me have a day of rest in four weeks.

Even Jesus got to rest on the seventh day.

Not me.

But I'm not complaining because it's been the wildest, most fun I've ever had.

And I’m stupidly in love with him.

Even when I performed my version of self-care, it never felt like this.

Blissfully content and so damn happy.

“Excuse me, future Mrs. Donovan-Hollis? I got you some coffee…”

Groaning, I roll over and squint when the sun blinds me. “I'd like to revisit the terms of our impending marriage. No hyphen.”

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