Off the Grid

“Oh my God, Thorn. Do you want me to melt in a puddle right now?”

He laughed. “Only puddle I want to see is the one between your legs.”

“Jesus, Thorn. You have a dirty mouth, you know that?” she asked as she walked over to him and placed her hands on his chest.

“I got a woman who loves it, too.”

She giggled. “Is there something in the oven?”

“Yeah?”

“You should pull it out. I don’t want it to burn.”

She licked her full lips and his pants tightened. He rushed to the oven, pulled out the lasagna with oven holders, and set it on top of the stove. She crooked her finger and turned, putting an extra sway in her hips as she walked to the bedroom. The black dress she wore had a back split that teased him with an expanse of her shapely legs with every step she took. Inside the bedroom he came up behind her, cupping her breasts from behind as he nibbled his way down her neck. She arched into him, rubbing her plump ass against his hard on.

“You look good enough to eat today,” he said as he pulled her dress up around her hips and slipped his hand into her silky black underwear. He slipped two fingers into her wet heat and circled her walls before he began to thrust inside of her.

She rocked down on his digits, moaning, “Oh yes. Right there, Thorn.”

“Right there?” he asked as he nipped at her neck.

“Yes. So, so good.”

“It’s about to get even better, baby,” he said. He crooked his fingers and she twitched, tightening around him as she shattered.

“I’m going to need you to do that again on my cock, darling,” he purred into her ear as he hoisted her onto the bed and fumbled his way free of his belt and pants. He pushed his khakis down around his ankles.

“Get on all fours for me, beautiful.” He moved her to the edge of the bed. She lifted her ass and peered over her shoulder like a pin-up vixen. Palming his dick, he stroked it a few times before he lined up to her slick entrance and drove home. She screamed and he shuddered as her tight center engulfed him and held on for dear life. Their bodies slapped together as he beat up her pussy and she begged him for more. The slap of their skin and the wet sound of their bodies becoming one filled his ear, a wondrous symphony he wanted to hear for the rest of their lives.

She thrust back against him and he gritted his teeth, holding out as he continued to bottom out and hit the spot that made her body quake. She tightened around him, spasming as he followed her over, filling her with a hot jet of liquid.

He kissed her back and said the words he’d been thinking for weeks. “I love you, Lilac.”

“I love you, too, Thorn,” she whispered.

He eased out and she rolled over, meeting his gaze. Mused from his love and dressed for the office, she was a wet dream come to life and she was all his. He planned on keeping her that way forever.

Epilogue

Lilac

Thorn Finch had a somewhat irritating habit of being right. Nearly a year to the day she brought him home from the hospital, they stood in front of a preacher in a small ceremony in the same small white church on the top of the hill where her parents and her grandparents alike said their vows. Dressed in a blush chiffon gown—which nipped in at the waist, and flowed to the ground with delicate flower appliques that looked like bunches of lilacs on the V-shaped bodice and down the skirt—she felt like a queen. Her curls tumbled down her back wild and flower studded. She held the hand of the man who’d made her life complete and fell a little more in love with him as the flickering light of the candles highlighted the dear planes of his face.

“By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you Mr. and Mrs. Thorn Finch. You may kiss the bride.”

She held his face between her hands and their lips met in a kiss so perfect it took her breath away.

“Let’s start forever,” he whispered.

The End