Every hard inch of him is exquisite torture. Finally, after days, this is what I want. I will hold myself back, impossibly.
Clayton doesn’t take it easy on me. He slams himself deep with the desperation of three days without fucking me. There hasn’t been a day until now where we’d gone without each other, and it shows.
Over and over again. I am lost in him, completely focused on the fact that I can’t give in. I won’t dare. His cock is delicious heat and friction and perfection. Everything.
With a loud groan, Clayton comes, filling with me heat. He doesn’t stop, fucking me as he presses himself along every inch of my body. “Come for me, wife.”
The world goes white. I shatter into a million pieces and am remade out of pleasure. My world is a thousand fireworks going off all at once. Each cell in my body is forged of light. I swear that if I could see myself, I would look like a supernova.
It simply doesn’t end; it goes on forever. My mind drops into perfect nothingness, a pale world of ecstasy that I don’t want to leave.
When I become aware of the world again, I am no longer blindfolded, gagged, or bound. I am wrapped in Clayton’s arms, draped over his chest and cradled with a blanket. “You okay there?” he asks with a laugh.
It takes a while for me to find my voice. “I’m not entirely sure.”
“You made it.”
“I don’t know how.”
He laughs again, pressing his lips to my hair. “Well it was damn fucking impressive.”
Clayton shifts us so that we’re side by side, his hand tracing down my stomach. “Have I told you how much I love you today?”
I smile, exhaustion creeping in. “I never mind hearing it.”
“I will endlessly be grateful for Wyoming’s insane homestead laws, because I thought it was going to be the worst thing that ever happened to me, and it ended up being the best. I love you so much, and I can’t wait to raise our baby together.”
Tears flood my eyes as he kisses me softly. He will be gentle with me now—he always is after we do something like this—caring for me as much as he pushes me. “I love you,” I tell him, “and I’ll always be your wife.”
Clayton chuckles, and pulls me closer. I fall asleep looking to the future, knowing that it has the possibility to be perfect.