Page 35 of Wed By the Lumberjack

“Perhaps I should’ve gone for a zipper?”

“No. Each button counts down the seconds before I can finally see your beautiful body again.”

I inhale in anticipation as he reaches for the first one.

“Ten.” He pulls it open. “Nine.”

When he gets to two, I hold his wrist to stop him. “Heath, I have something to tell you.” Something I didn’t remember the first time when I was desperate to make love with him. “I haven’t done this before.”

“One.” He kisses my lips. “Neither have I. But we have an eternity to figure it out together.”

Together. I love the sound of that.

When my dress falls to the ground, I don’t have a chance to step out of it before Heath stops me.

“Don’t move. I want to remember you like this. The sunlight streaming in behind you and illuminating your hair. Your wedding dress pooled at your feet. Every delicate curve and line. Every day I swear you can’t get more beautiful, and every day I find out how wrong I am.”

A flush crawls across my chest, but I hold my position and let him drink me in until finally, he peppers kisses down my neck and to my breasts. He pulls on the thin straps of my white lingerie and peels it down to my waist before taking a nipple into his mouth. Immediately heat floods my core as I grip his head and run my fingers through his wavy hair.

But in seconds he’s slipping from my grasp and dropping to his knees. Grabbing my ankle, he throws my right leg over his shoulder and I instinctively grab onto his head again to brace myself as I stumble forward.

“Just what I wanted,” Heath groans against my slit that’s pressed against his full lips. His tongue swipes at me slowly at first, flicking my clit with each lick until he latches onto it.

My head falls back, my hands keeping his head locked into place as he takes me to new heights no toy ever could. With each suck and flick of his tongue my supporting leg grows weaker until finally it gives out entirely, but Heath isn’t done. He holds me up against him by my ass, his tongue unrelenting until I climax again and he finally releases me by depositing me onto the bed on my back.

I want to squeeze my eyes shut in the aftershocks that wrack me, but I can’t take them off of Heath as he slowly slips off his belt before reaching for the buttons on his shirt.

“I want to drink in every second too,” I say, standing on the bed so that I can reach his top button. As I begin to undress him, he uses my new height advantage to suck, lick, and gently squeeze my nipples again. By the time I’ve reached the last button and exposed his muscular chest, I’m dripping for him.

Running my hands down his massive biceps that flex at my touch, I drop to my knees on the mattress and reach for his belt as he massages my scalp like I’d done when I was planted on his face. When his rock-hard cock springs free, it only feels natural to take as much of his shaft into my mouth as I can manage without gagging. As my tongue swirls around the salty head, Heath continues his massage, gently guiding me and encouraging me with whispers of praise.

I don’t know what the hell I’m doing, but Heath’s moans tell me that I’m doing something right. His balls tighten in my palm, and just when I think he’ll release, he tugs me off of his cock by my hair and pulls my head back so I’m looking up at him.

Suddenly, I find that I love this angle. I love the slight pain of his hand fisting in my hair. I love him looking down at me with his eyes full of lust and possession like I bring out something primal in him.

“I want every drop in your pussy until you’re carrying our child.”

I swallow and nod eagerly before laying back and spreading my legs to accommodate him as he crawls over me, the weight of him dipping the mattress.

“I’ll go slow,” Heath grunts, his voice low and thick as he lines up his cock to my opening.

I dig my fingers into his shoulders and wrap my legs around his hips in preparation. I don’t feel an ounce of fear, just pure anticipation of finally feeling all of him.

When he slips inside, the pinch of pain that burns through me is short-lived. Soon there’s just pressure. Glorious pressure as he slowly inches in with each thrust that stretches me wider.

“How do you feel baby?” His words are choked, as is his expression. I may be the one in a little pain, but Heath’s face tells me that he's the one being tortured.

“Full,” I grip him tighter. “You?”

“Strangled.” He bends down to kiss me. “In the best possible way.”

When he finally bottoms out, we move our hips together, finding the perfect rhythm. Grinding against his public bone gives me another release that makes my toes curl and has me inching up the bed, but Heath has other ideas.

Grabbing my knees, he pins them to the mattress as he drives into me without restraint. Hard.

It only makes my orgasm that much more intense. That plus the feeling of his hot release spilling inside of me.

It’s like he’s literally pouring all of him into me.

And I take every last drop, hoping we’ve just created a new life together.

The End.

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