Page 19 of Guardian of Misty Mountain

“That’s it. So fucking good. Shit!” I’m so close, her pussy feels too good, watching her body shake beneath me… God, it’s going to send me over the edge, but she has to get there first.

“Play with your pussy, baby, need you to come one more time,” I grunt.

“Adrian… I can’t, I can’t…”

“You can. Do it for me, Amelia. Touch your silky, sensitive clit and show me what a good girl you are.”

One arm slides down her body, stopping to squeeze her juicy tit. I almost fucking lose it. Her fingers crawl down her curves and then she slips two fingers over her clit and rubs herself. She gasps and writhes beneath me, her limbs jerking as she winds herself up.

“That’s it, Amelia. So fucking gorgeous. I’m close love, so close.”

I pound into her as she blurs her fingers over her bundle of nerves and bucks her hips. Then I feel her two fingers on either side of my dick, touching us right where we meet.

“Jesus, Amelia, I, fuck…”

Her eyes are locked on my cock as it pistons in and out of her and I can’t stop my orgasm. As soon as I explode, she snaps, her tight pussy gripping me and coaxing out all of my cum. Her head thrashes back and forth as she says my name over and over, like a goddamn prayer.

I set her legs down and then lean forward, crashing my mouth onto hers. I’m still deep inside of her, feeling the walls of her pussy flutter around me, pulsing out the last of her orgasm. Amelia tangles her fingers in the hair at the back of my neck and pulls me closer, deepening our kiss until all of the air is sucked out of my lungs.

I finally break the kiss, wishing I didn't have to breathe so I could just bury myself in everything Amelia has to offer me. I slide out of her and shift my weight so I'm not crushing her withmy large frame. She's still on her back, propped up a little by a pillow. Her fingers are still gripping my hair like she doesn't want me to go anywhere. I lay my cheek down on her stomach, facing her. That seems to satisfy her.

She plays with my hair and strokes my back, her touches gentle and so different from the way we were just together. I look up and see Amelia smiling down at me, her fingers combing through my hair. I’ve never felt more loved. She’s so fucking everything, and I’m somehow lucky enough to be in her life. In her arms. In her heart. Closing my eyes, I let her sweet touches relax me.

We have more details to work out, like when she’s moving in, how she feels about a winter wedding, and how many kids she wants, but right here in this moment, I know. I just know. Everything will work out as long as we’re together.

EPILOGUE

AMELIA

"Steph, honey, why don't you go over and pick some basil leaves for dinner tonight," I tell our eight-year-old daughter. "That's right, good job," I encourage as she points out the right plant.

I smile, watching her carefully pluck the leaves right where they connect with the stem to ensure proper plant health and that more will grow in its place. True to his word, Adrian built a greenhouse the very same week I moved into his cabin. We've expanded it several times now, with one section for fruits, another for vegetables, and our original building intended for herbs and spices.

A warmth covers my back and I know without looking that Adrian is behind me. His arms wrap around my waist, his hands covering the slight baby bump that only recently started showing.

“How is my wife feeling on this beautiful day?” he murmurs into the shell of my ear before placing a sweet kiss to my temple. I lean against him, resting my head on his shoulder.

"I'm perfect," I tell him truthfully. "The sun is out, Sammie has been helping me in the garden, and my wonderful husbandoffered to watch our rowdy three-year-old and hopefully wear him out." I tilt my head up to grin at him.

“Trent is down for his nap right now, which is why I wanted to check on the rest of my family.”

“You’re the Trent whisperer, I swear,” I tell him with a slight chuckle. “That kid has enough energy for an entire football team.”

“He just needed an afternoon helping out his dad around the house and workshop. I taught him how to widdle.”

I untangle myself from Adrian’s arms and turn to face him fully. “You gave our son a sharp object and told him to cut wood with it?!”

Adrian laughs and shakes his head. “Kidding, my love,” he answers as he pulls me back into his arms. “We went into town and stopped by Evergreen Books & Trinkets to say hello to Ms. Lila, then bumped into Sami at Pine & Petal Cafe. She offered him a cookie, which I said we would have to save for later.”

“And how long did it take Trent to break you down?” I ask, lifting an eyebrow playfully.

“About five minutes,” he confesses. “But he was still tuckered out by the time we got back home. He should be out for a bit longer if you want to spend some time on the porch.”

"That sounds lovely," I say with a nod. "Steph, sweetie, come out to the backyard with us. You can set the basil leaves on the counter there and then play on the swing set."

"Yes, mama!" she replies seconds before dashing out of the greenhouse. She's such a good girl. While Steph has her obstinate moments, like all children, she also has a genuine heart and wants to make her father and me happy.

Trent is a little whirlwind of chaos, and I can just picture his father being the same way at his age. I love my son to pieces, especially when he grins at me. He has the same blue eyes asAdrian and the same smile. These two kids are my heart and Adrian is my soul.

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