Page 34 of One Night Bride
Thank God he’d thought of it. I didn’t need an accidental pregnancy to go along with the accidental marriage. I was on birth control, but I wasn’t taking any chances. Besides, who knew if we’d been careful back in Tahoe when we were both too drunk to know what we were doing.
Once he’d rolled it on, he climbed back between my legs and slid inside like he belonged there. The immediate stretch was uncomfortable and oh so delicious. I gripped his shoulders, and once I gave myself a second to adjust, I pulled my knees up higher. He stopped once he was fully lodged inside, leaning his forehead against mine, his eyes closed like he was in pain.
“Remy?” I whispered.
“Shh,” he responded. “Just give me a second.”
I grinned, loving that he needed a second so he wouldn’t lose it so quickly. My hands decided to roam over his chest, shoulders, and then his back. When I got to his ass, I squeezed, thinking I’d never squeezed that nice of an ass before and probably never would again. Ranch work was good for the body, that was for sure.
His breath hissed out, and he pulled his hips back before slamming back into me. My head tilted back, and I reveled in the shooting pleasure that made my very cells feel alive. His pace started slow, letting me anticipate every inch of him as he pulled out and thrust back in. God, that felt like all the ice cream in the world was in my mouth. All the diamonds the earth produced were now mine. Massages by ten therapists lit up my skin. All the best decadent things in life were nothing compared to how it felt to have Remington Roth make love to me.
I groaned and cried out, every thrust feeling like the final one that would send me over the cliff. When I didn’t think I could take much more, Remy cupped my jaw with one of his hands, tilting my face so he could look into my eyes. His own had clouded over and heated, while a vein on the side of his forehead beat out a rhythm that matched mine.
And then I shattered.
All the pieces of me I’d kept together by sheer force of will collapsed, burned, and flew through the air as bits of ash to scatter to the four corners of the world. Remington’s mouth collected all the cries that left my lips, his own body shaking as he held himself still. So still I could feel him pulsing inside of me, his own orgasm flying away with mine.
We stayed there for long minutes, our skin eventually cooling, until Remington pulled out and went to the bathroom. When he returned, he crawled in next to me and reached down to pull the sheets and blankets over us. He settled my backside against his chest, his arms wrapping around me as he kissed every square inch of bare skin within reach. His whiskers tickled, and surprisingly, I found the strength to open my eyes again.
The candles flickered in the bedroom, and I had to admit, it was a nice touch. His leg slid between mine and his hands went roaming. How the man had energy to even move was beyond me. I thought I might be horribly out of shape compared to him.
“How are you even moving right now?” I asked, looking over my shoulder to see him grinning.
His hand slid up the front of my thigh and squeezed the flesh at my hip. “Well, I just had amazing sex with my wife. Seems like a good reason to be happy and energetic.”
I snorted at him calling me his wife.
His hand came around to tickle my stomach and his pinky wandered dangerously close to the cropped hair I kept in a neat triangle. I sucked in a breath. He passed the spot again, this time dipping his finger much lower. A burst of tingles told me I wasn’t quite dead after the first two orgasms.
Remington buried his head in the nape of my neck. “You know what I’d really, really love?”
I bit my lip, making a noncommittal noise. His hand wedged between my legs and a single finger found the spot that was already swollen and aching for him. I pushed my hips back against him instinctively. What was it about Remington that made me lose my mind with lust? I’d seen hot men before. Had even had flings with some. But not one of them had made me forget my name or what appointments I had the next day.
“I’m not even hard again, but I bet I could manage it if I just looked at you,” he said against my neck.
“So, look at me, then,” I dared him, wondering if I had any energy left for what he clearly wanted.
He shifted, letting me go and rolling onto his back. I turned over and sat up on my elbow, my hair a tangled mess against the pillow. His eyes roamed over me, seeing all the reddened spots on my skin from his hands and his mouth.
His lips hooked to the side. “It’s working.”
I peeked under the blanket and saw that it was indeed working. He was already half erect again, and I suddenly had a need to know what he tasted like. I pulled my hair over my shoulder and wrapped my fingers around his root. The blanket fell away as my tongue darted out to lick the tip. His groan made me bolder, taking the entire head in my mouth and swirling my tongue over him. He shuddered and I would have grinned if my mouth hadn’t been currently occupied. His hands held my hair back so he could watch me, his cock now harder than I’d ever felt it.
I popped him out of my mouth, but kept my hand working him up and down the silky hard shaft. “Is this working?” I teased him.
His eyes smoldered, and through his locked jaw, he answered me. “Fuck. Yes.”
I dove back down, taking him as far down my throat as I could without gagging. He was too big for me to even consider taking all of him, but I wanted him to feel as good as he’d made me feel. He grunted and gripped my hair so tight my eyes watered. His hip jerked into my face and Remy gritted out an apology, holding himself still until he must have decided he couldn’t take it anymore. He pulled me off him in one quick yank and lifted me up. My legs fell on either side of his body and he held me there, breathing hard and muscles straining.
“Holy shit, Esme,” he panted, eyes squeezed tight.
I leaned over and found a condom in the bedside table, rolling it on him even as he hissed at my touch. Then I lifted up and slid down, feeling even fuller impaled on him. I didn’t think I could come a third time, but I’d ride my cowboy until he did.
Remington’s eyes flickered open and his hands settled on my hips, helping to lift me up and down in a lazy rhythm. He wouldn’t take no for an answer though, using his thumb to circle my clit until I bucked on top of him in surprise and collapsed against his chest with a long sigh. He pistoned his hips in rapid succession, his hands pinning my hips to him, until he shouted in my ear and then fell back against the pillow.
Our ragged breaths filled the quiet room until we both dozed off and woke later that night to do it all again. The candles flickered around us until they eventually gutted out and we slept.
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