Page 26 of Protected By the Surly Carpenter

She shifts, wrapping one leg around my waist and digging the other heel into the floor so she can buck up against me.

I should be gentle when I make love to my beautiful girl. Yet when she writhes like this, riding my length, it’s impossible. My animal instinct takes over. It's as if she taps into primitive parts of my brain I've never had access to before.

Maybe that's because this is a true mating ritual. We're going to get married, have children, set up our home together. All of it.

Kissing her again, I pull out until just the thick head of my cock is gently teasing her entrance, making her whimper. Then I thrust firm and deep until I hear a soft gasp. "You like that, baby? You like it a bit harder?"

"Yeahhh." The word is a strangled moan. My hand slips down to gently frisk her clit, listening to her breath to be sure I'm getting it right.

Elena melts, almost boneless underneath me as she begins to flush and shake. "Wow." Her blinking becomes slow and erratic. "So good."

Every stroke is fast and firm, hovering right on the edge of rough. My entire body vibrates from the effort to hold myself in check. Somehow it feels like I'm gliding deeper, her hot, wet pussy welcoming me in.

I still cannot believe that this gorgeous woman is mine.

A bead of sweat runs down my spine as I carefully allow myself to thrust a bit harder, watching Elena’s eyes carefully. She grips me tightly, still rocking against me, still wanting more.

I can almost hear her heart pounding, even with my own thumping deafeningly in my chest. Her head falls back as she moans loudly, then whispers, “Yeah. Mmm… Clark… Please…”

My mouth molds to hers as she begins to cry out, her soft, wet pussy clamping around me so tightly I can’t hold back any longer.

It feels like time itself stops, Elena’s climax capturing my full attention. She’s the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen as she squirms and quivers, her pale curves trembling, breasts shaking as she tightens all around me.

I follow her seconds later with a thunderous roar that echoes through the room, filling her completely with long, thick spurts of come, her hot little pussy milking me dry until I nearly collapse. My elbow lands on the floor by her head as my body convulses, coming and coming as I stare into her beautiful eyes.

We collapse together, our bodies still thrumming, my soul high as a kite from the sweet smile in Elena’s eyes.

I trace a slow line around her ring finger. “I’m going to be getting you a very important piece of jewelry very soon.”

Her eyes blaze. “I feel like I should refuse, but as long as it’s small, I’m good with that.” She giggles sweetly. “And I even have a really cool jewelry box for it. How convenient.”

She laughs louder at my dark growl as I nuzzle her throat. “You’ll never be putting that ring in a box. You’ll be wearing it every second of every day.”

Holding up my hands, she examines them carefully. “Do they even make rings for big carpenters’ fingers?”

Rolling onto my side, I hold her against me. “I don’t like the idea of having metal on my hands when I’m working, to be honest. Maybe I’ll keep a ring in your jewelry box for special occasions, and get a ring tattoo for everyday?”

Elena rolls on top of me, grinning. “I don’t need to you to get a tattoo. I know you’re mine. And if anyone asks, you’ll just tell them.”

“Damn straight I will. Actually, I know a pilot. Maybe I’ll get Riggs to fly one of those planes with the banner behind it to tell the entire mountain.”

“Ech, that sounds expensive. We can just go to Jim’s for dinner on one of my nights off. Once everyone there sees how ridiculously in love we are, they’ll tell the rest of the town.”

“Well, it would be cheaper.” I grab her ass firmly. “And I do like the idea of showing everyone that I’m the only one who gets to flirt with the hot server.”

“Sounds good.”

I can’t believe we’re making these sorts of plans while sprawled naked on my living room floor. But then, I guess Elena and I aren’t exactly moonlight and roses people. We’ve been practical since the very beginning.

Our love might be an uncontrollable, mystical, passion-fueled force of nature, but we’ll have to keep the rest of our lives grounded as we set up our home together.

As I protect my sweet, beautiful girl from the stress in the world, and in a few months, the cold winds up here on Wolfe Mountain.

EPILOGUE

ELENA

* Two Years Later *

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