Reckless Kiss

She smiles through tears, her hands on my shoulders. “You already have.”

Rocking back on my heels, I pull her to my chest so I can seal our lips together, tongues entwining. She climbs into my lap, pressing her body to mine as our kiss deepens, emotions surge between us.

My mouth moves down to her sternum, and I wrap my arms around her waist, holding her tight against me, listening to her heart beating like wings in her chest. My beautiful angel.

“I saw a movie once…” Her voice is soft, thoughtful at my ear. “This couple couldn’t be married by a minister, in front of their families, because of a war… so they said the words three times, and they were married.”

“Look at me.” I lift my head, and I’m determined, forceful. “I’m going to marry you in front of God and everybody.”

A smile creases her face, and she nods, blinking as another tear falls. “I want that too… But I want you to know, I’ll marry you right here, even if it’s only the two of us promising at Jesus’s feet on this mountain in the desert.”

Love burns in my chest, and I look up at the monument, at the sky. I like her idea. It’s sacred and perfect.

Rising to stand, I help her to her feet. “Three times?”

“Let’s say it together.”

Holding both her hands in mine, I look directly in her eyes and repeat the words as she says them.

On the third time, I’m sure it’s in my mind, but the air seems to still. A final ray of sunlight cuts through the red-orange clouds, and the force of our promise surrounds us, binding us together.

We’re changed.

Leaning down, I kiss her again gently. It’s a holy kiss, a kiss that defies the hatred and prejudices of our families. A breath apart, our noses touch. We smile and possessive warmth surrounds my heart. We’ve created something unbreakable.

Returning to the house, her body is pressed against my back like a hot promise of what’s to come. Her hands are on my waist, but I feel her fingers fumble with the edge of my shirt, lifting it and tracing the lines across my stomach. Tingles move below my belt, and I lean harder on the throttle.

The wind washes around us, the sky stretches purple and gold as we cover the miles, racing down the mountain road to the city below. Consummation is hot in my blood when we finally arrive at the house.

Pulling up the long driveway, I park at the edge of the porch. We’re off the bike, whipping off the helmets and leaving them on the steps as we stumble up them, falling into each other’s arms through the doorway.

Our lips fumble for each other’s, our hands are everywhere. Hers pull up my shirt. I’m unbuttoning the front of her cotton dress. I lift her, and she holds my neck, fingers threading the back of my hair as we seek out skin, cheeks, mouths.

I want to be gentle, but my jeans catch my ankles, and I stumble, catching us as we fall on the stairs leading to the second floor.

I’m sitting with her on top of me, and I groan. “That’s going to leave a mark.”

We both laugh, diving into each other again. I’m too hungry to care.

My hands are under her skirt, tearing her thong away. She gasps, clutching my shoulders and pushing me back, dipping her head to pull my dick in her mouth.

“Ohh, fuck.” My head drops back with a groan.

She’s licking and sucking, and my fingers slide into her hair. My hips rise involuntarily. It feels too good. My eyes squeeze shut as pleasure snakes up my legs. Her head bobs faster, pulling me deeper. My cock hits the back of her throat, and I groan low, shakily. I’m close…

But I don’t want to come this way. I want to be inside her, holding her.

Reaching down, I manage to lift her to me. “Come here.”

She comes off with a pop and a frown, and I pull her onto my lap. “I want to hold my wife when I fuck her the first time.”

“I want to hear my husband groaning my name.” Her eyes are hot, and she’s so fuckin

g sassy and perfect.

“Don’t worry, beautiful. You always blow my mind. Even when we’re not having sex.”

Her soft breasts are against my chest, and I sink deep into her slippery-hot depths. Our mouths unite, and we move, flowing together, rising higher, finding that place of bliss like we always do.