Page 16 of Stranded on the Prairie
"Marry me."
CHAPTER 10
Riley
For a moment, his words feel too big for me to wrap my head around. The promise of the retreat is one thing, but this? Marriage? To tie myself to this place, this time, this man...?
He doesn’t push for an answer, clearly aware of just how enormous a demand he has placed on me. My lips open and close as my mind reels. Can I do it? Can I accept my place here, at his side, lacking everything I knew before...
But perhaps gaining so much more in return?
"Yes," I blurt out, before I can think twice. "Yes, of course I’ll marry you!”
He laughs – a real, warm, full laugh, the kind that seems to echo up from somewhere deep in his soul to consume his entire being at once. He wraps his arms around me and scoops me off the ground, and I grip tight to his arms, trying to ground myself, trying to remind myself of what I have just agreed to and how damn good it feels.
Marriage.I have never imagined being married to anyone before, least of all a man from another time who lives out in the woods, so far from the rest of the world.
But then, I never imagined that a man like him could exist – a man so willing to put in the work for me, a man who saw my vision and would do anything in his power to bring that to life. That’s the kind of man I want to be with, a man who will help me put down roots here so I never have to feel alone or lost or useless ever again.
As he plants me back on the ground, he kisses me – a kiss that sends a pulse through my body, like a radio signal finally reaching its reciever. I lock my fingers around the back of his neck and pull him into me, kissing him deeper, backing up every syllable of my promise to him as best I can.
He moves me back against the trunk of a tree, pinning me there, as his tongue explores mine like we are trying to figure out the shape of a new language right there in each other’s arms.
He hitches me off the ground, lifting me so that I am pinned against the wood, his body as hard as the tree behind us. I grin as he lowers his lips to mine again, trailing them along my neck, sliding his fingers into my pants to ease them down.
"Someone could catch us out here," I breathe to him playfully, drawing my nails over his scalp and down the nape of his neck, and he just chuckles as he brings his mouth to mine once more.
"And what if they do?” he retorts, his tongue plunging into my mouth once more as I wrap my legs around him. I can feel the hardness of him against my hip, and something deep inside me throbs and aches to feel him enter me. Out here, in the woods, it’s like all of the human mores I’ve been hanging on to just fall away, nothing left but the completely animalistic desire that consumes me when this man lays hands on me.
He slides his hand down to his cock and pulls it free, the cool air rushing over the two of us like it’s trying to blur the boundaries between our bodies. I watch as he guides himself towards me, and when I feel the nudge of his hardness againstme, I close my eyes and let my head sink back against the wood behind me.
"Look at me," he orders, his hand sliding to my hip, as he stills himself there at my entrance. It takes a moment for my brain to process his words, such is the intensity of the need inside of me, but eventually my eyelids flutter open once more and I manage to look at him.
The expression on his face, the darkness in his eyes, it should scare me. He’s utterly unbridled right now, utterly lost to how much he wants me, and I know he will do anything to sate that need. But it doesn’t. No, it just sends a shudder of desperate need through me, and, as I arch myself towards him, I can tell that he is willing to sate it.
He slams himself deep into me, filling me to the hilt in a single motion, and I cry out so loudly I hear a few of the birds in the trees above us flutter off into the sky.
My thighs squeeze around him, ankles tightening against him, drawing him in deeper and deeper, completely lost to the feel of this man within me, this man who has asked me to be his wife. He plants a kiss on the curve of my jaw, and growls against my ear.
"Mine," he murmurs, as he draws back and then thrusts into me once more. I let out another helpless moan, my arms looping around his shoulders as I cling on for dear life, his thickness spreading me open as he takes me right there in the woods.
All I can do is try to move with him, try to match every thrust of his body, and soon, we fall into a pace that has me arching towards orgasm faster than I can think.
And he keeps saying that word, over and over again, as though making sure I have really heard it – that I am his, that there is nothing I can do to change it, that he is laying claim to me in this deep, primal, almost feral way right here in the woods.
My eyes struggle to focus on his, but when I do, I catch glimpses of his darkened eyes, the tension in his jaw, a sure sign that he is as close to going over the edge as I am...
He plunges deep into me one last time, unable to hold back any longer, and I feel his manhood flex and twitch within me as he fills me with his seed.
I squeeze my thighs against him, clamping down on him as best I can to keep him in place, and it takes a matter of moments more for me to tip into my own release. My body shudders in his arms as the rush of pleasure reaches its peak, and I linger there for a few ecstatic moments before I come back down the other side, pulsing around him, heaving for breath.
Not making any move to pull back from me, he kisses me once more, his tongue exploring my mouth like he wants us to be connected in all the ways we can be.
Panting, I slump against him, still pinned on his manhood as he keeps himself seated inside of me, pinned there against the tree.
"I love you," I murmur, before I can stop myself. I’ve never been the first one to say those words before, but they just feel right – this man is going to marry me, going to make a whole life for me out here, after all.
I feel like love is the least I can offer him in return. And, more to the point, it’s the only thing I can focus on right now, pulsing inside of me like the last vestiges of pleasure sinking down to my hips.
