“Hence the need for you to move in.” I brush the back of my hand along her cheek. “Everything you want is here.” I bend down and kiss her again. She doesn’t hesitate to part her lips and allow me inside. It’s all going to work out. I’ll make her dreams come true and encourage her to dream bigger. Her yard will be larger, and there will be kids there, running around, chasing dogs and cats. The coffee will be in a big pot—one that is never-ending. I’m determined to give her all of that.
I sweep her up and carry her over to my bed and carefully remove her clothes, pausing to kiss her breasts, the sides of her stomach, the tops of her thighs. My own clothes come off easy. I only had the unbuttoned shirt and the pants. Her creamy sex is wet and juicy when I slip two fingers inside. She moves restlessly under my touch. I stroke my cock with her personal lube.
“Ready?” I ask with the broad head of my shaft kissing her opening.
“Yes, Wyatt, I’m ready.”
I feel like she’s acquiescing to more than just her deflowering, but yes to the marriage, yes to moving in, yes to this new beginning of her and me. I take it slowly because she’s tight and small. Wind whistles between her teeth as she inhales sharply when I breach her virginity.
“It’s gonna get better,” I promise thickly.
I push inside, feeling every inch of her soft, succulent channel, until I’m seated fully. Sweat drips down the side of my face from the effort of holding back. I want to drive into her so hard she feels my dick in her throat. I bite my tongue until I taste blood and wait for her to open and accept my invasion.
“Why are you so big?” she gasps.
I nearly choke on my laughter. “All the better to fuck you with,” I rasp.
Being inside of her, being enveloped by her is every awesome thing in my life poured into one bottle. It’s a twenty-year-old bottle of Scotch, my Giants winning the Super Bowl, my closing argument resulting in an eight-figure verdict. It’s Lucy loving me back, giving me babies, holding my hand in our garden until the trees grow old and our babies have babies. When I start to stroke her, I whisper inside of my head how I love her. Out loud, I promise to cherish her forever. She cries out on my upstroke and wraps her arms around my neck. Right now we are in perfect harmony. Her hips rise to meet my thrusts. Her short breaths match mine. Her eyes are closed, her head thrown back, and just as in my fantasy, she’s nude on my bed with her golden hair fanned out like silk on my dark sheets.
This is where she belongs. This is where I’ll keep her forever even if I have to bind her to this bed. She is not escaping me, not when she’s promised to be my wife, when she has dreams about my garden, when she’s allowed me to take her virginity. She’s sealed the deal whether she likes it or not. She’s now mine forever.
Chapter Fourteen
Lucy
I smile into my pillow when I feel lips press against my cheek thinking I’m dreaming. “Wyatt.” I sigh his name, praying that this is real.
“Beautiful. What time do you need to be up?” My eyes spring open to see him bending over the side of the bed next to me. He’s shirtless, a fine sheen of sweat covering his skin. I lick my lips, remembering how his body felt against mine last night.
“Hi.” Everything from yesterday starts coming back to me. I passed out after Wyatt not only gave me one orgasm but two. When he gets his hands on me, he can get me to agree to anything.
“Hi.” He chuckles. “I’ll make you a coffee. I got you a bagel.”
“Minskey’s?” I ask.
“Of course.” He presses another kiss to my cheek before disappearing back out of the room. I sit up. This is all too natural. Deciding that I don’t want to get too much into my head, I make my way into the bathroom. My mouth drops open in surprise when I see all of my stuff already unpacked and laid out on his counter. Someone was busy last night while I snoozed away.
I brush my hair then pull it up into a clip to quickly get ready. Wyatt comes strolling into the bathroom a few moments later. I watch him in the mirror as he turns the water on then drops his shorts. All rational thoughts leave my head, and I feel myself get wet between my thighs. He looks over his shoulder at me and winks before stepping into the shower. I can see every hard fine line of him. The man is a piece of art. My heart races.