"Such a good girl, Piper. You're incredible at that. You had me so worked up with your little strip show that I couldn't wait a moment longer."
He grabbed me beneath my arms and pulled me up just as he was falling backward so I lay on top of him. We kissed, our mouths open, our tongues tangling, our passion great. I could feel his cock against my belly, still hard.
"We have way too much clothing on, sweetheart," he said against my mouth.
I laughed, for he'd had me take off my clothes, but stopped me, now he wanted them off again.
"You think this is amusing?"
I nodded, my hair falling down over my forehead.
"This is going to be very serious fucking." He tried to look stern and serious but I knew it was an act.
"Oh?" I asked.
"Very serious, because it won't just be fucking, but lovemaking. I love you and I want to show you how much."
I tilted my head and my smile went from humorous to sweet. He said the words I'd longed to hear, that I'd hoped to hear, for I felt the same. "I love you, too, and it's all been lovemaking."
"Even that time when I bent you over the bed?"
I blushed at his words, for it had been quite rough...and delicious. "Even then."
He sat up, easily moving me to stand directly before him and undressed me as he spoke. "Then this time will not be a shock to you then."
My corset fell to the floor and his mouth settled over one nipple.
"Oh?" I asked again, this time on a gasp. His attentions to just one breast had my breath catching. He didn't linger, but lifted his head and worked the dress down and over my hips so it pooled on the floor, my drawers quickly following.
Wiley's hands cupped my bottom, holding me in place so I had to meet his heated gaze.
"I want all of you, Piper." As he spoke, his fingers parted the cheeks of my bottom and one finger brushed over my back entrance. I cried out at the illicit touch. "I'm going to fuck your pussy, then I'm going to claim your ass."
His finger circled and probed the back entrance, but did nothing more, however it sparked intense feelings that only this kind of play could bring about. My thighs were slick with my desire and my nipples were tightly furled. I wanted it, even if my mind was worried. But this was the perfect example of when I needed to trust Wiley explicitly. He'd never done anything to hurt me. Never. He'd saved me. He loved me.
That alone had me saying, "Yes."
His grin warmed me and I smiled back, ceding control in this moment and in my body.
"Then let's get you ready."
"Ready?"
Grabbing me about the waist, he tossed me onto the bed with a bounce.
He stood, his cock erect and exposed, and stripped. I was able to look my fill and he pleased me immensely. I was so attracted to him that I had my thighs clench together and try to ease the ache, but it did not work.
Instead of going slowly, he practically tore at his clothes. He grabbed his bag and pulled something from it, a small glass jar, and placed it on the bedside table.
I frowned at it.
"I picked it up at the mercantile along with the peppermints."
"What is it?"
"It's lubricant that I'll use to ease the passage of my cock into your ass."
Wiley had forethought and purchased something to aid in taking my ass. He'd been thinking about me, planning for just this moment. He may have only just told me he loved me, but his careful consideration and very heated direction of thought had me realizing how much I'd meant to him so early after we were wed.