“I think I’d like to do it on our beach. Lexie would probably let us use some of hers as well. Since it’s early December and too cold to wear a dress, maybe we should wait until at least April or May. What do you think?”
Remy grunted a sound of disapproval. “I think six months is a long time, but I’m willing to wait. I want the day to be perfect for you.”
“Aww, I want the day to be perfect for you as well. We could always go somewhere warm for the winter and do it there. When we get back, I can ask Lexie and Pen when they’re available and work from there.”
“A tropical wedding and honeymoon sound good.”
A house a few hundred feet away lit up the dark sky with Christmas lights. It was straight out of a picture book. “Look at that house,” I pointed it out. “It’s so cute.”
“I’m glad you like it because that’s where we’re going. I paid extra for them to put up lights and decorate for the holiday.”
“Really?” I jumped in my seat. “You’ve really outdone yourself.” Brushing my lips against the shell of his ear, my hand rubbed against the bulge in his jeans. “I wonder how I can pay you back.”
Winding his hand through the strands of my hair, Remy made a fist. “I think you’ve got the right idea. I wouldn’t mind seeing your head bob in the light of the fire.”
“If we weren’t about ready to pull in, I’d blow you right now, but I guess it will have to wait.” I licked up the column of his neck and gently bit the space right below his ear.
“Another time,” he husked out as he threw the truck into park. Grabbing my face with both hands, Remy claimed my mouth in a searing kiss that had me panting and wanting to shed both our clothes as quickly as possible. Pulling away, he breathed deeply with heavily lidded eyes, letting me know the kiss affected him just as much as it did me. “Let’s grab our stuff and get inside.”
Scrambling out of the truck on weak legs, I waited as Remy grabbed our bags out of the back and followed him up the stairs that led to the front door. It was too dark to see much, even with the house decorated with Christmas lights. All I could see was that it was a wood cabin, two stories tall with a wide wrap-around porch.
Unlocking the door, Remy stood to the side and let me enter first. A lamp lit the space along with a roaring fire someone had already started for us to enjoy.
It was warm, homey, and rustic with wood beams and furniture. There was a furry rug in front of the fireplace that I knew we’d spend a lot of time on while we were here. Wrapping his arms around my waist from behind, Remy rested the side of his head against mine. “I know today is your birthday, but you’ve made it one of the best days of my life by agreeing to be my wife. Happy Birthday, Stella.”
Placing my hands on top of his, I leaned into him. “I don’t know how I’m ever going to top today for one of your birthdays. You’ve made it damn near impossible.”
“It’s not about topping it. It was never about that. I did all this because I love you. Each day we spend together should be about making it as memorable as possible, don’t you think?”
“How did you get so wise?” He shrugged, and I felt the silent laughter vibrate through my back. “Still, you gave me a birthday I won’t ever forget. Let me start thanking you.” My hands moved from his to reach around and grab his tight ass.
Pulling out of his hold, I walked backward, facing him so he could get a good look. My hands went to the flannel shirt I’d borrowed from his side of the closet and started to slowly unbutton it.
“Are you going to strip for me in the firelight?” He stepped slowly toward me, giving me room to continue my striptease.
My answer was to let the shirt slip off my arms and onto the floor. He took in a sharp breath when I exposed my lacy bra that left no room for imagination. Twirling around, I kicked off my Uggs and shook my ass at him as I shimmied my way out of my leggings.
“Your ass in that thong is downright delectable. I’m going to take you from behind and smack that ass until it’s nice and pink for me.” He took one predatory step toward me before he had me in his grasp.
Stalking over to the front of the fireplace, he went down onto his knees before he laid me down before him. “I want you to touch yourself over that piece of lace you’ve got between your thighs and get yourself primed while I strip for you.”
Fuck yes. I might have moaned, knowing the heated look I’d see in his eyes when he watched me masturbate.
Taking my index and middle fingers, I moved them over the lacy fabric, loving the way the rough texture felt against my sensitive flesh.
“Just like that,” he said as he kicked his shoes off to the side. Undoing the button of his jeans and the zipper, his cock sprung free and bobbed against his shirt. My mouth salivated at the sight before me. “Later, you can wrap your pretty mouth around me and suck me off, but right now, I need to be inside of you.”
Gripping his shirt at the nape of his neck, he slowly pulled it off. Was there a class that men took on how to drive your woman wild by taking off your clothes? I didn’t know what it was about the move, but it always made me so hot for him.
Kneeling in front of me, he took one breast into his mouth and sucked hard before he let it go with a pop. “Let me see how soaked you are for me.” Shoving my thong to the side, he plunged two long digits inside me and pumped twice. “Fuck, you’re so hot and wet for me. Turn around and get on your hands and knees.”
Doing as I was ordered, I looked over my shoulder at him and watched as he sheathed his length and sunk down to the floor before he ripped my thong off in one smooth motion. When his hands gripped my hips, and I felt the tip of his cock at my entrance, a shiver wracked my body, knowing that pleasure that would soon follow.
I thought he was going to slam into me, but instead, he entered me inch by agonizing inch until he was seated deep inside of me. His thumbs rubbed over the globes of my ass as his fingers dug into the fleshy part of my hips.
“This ass of yours is what dreams are made of.” He pulled almost all the way out, and when he slammed back inside, his hand connected with my ass, sending a jolt through me. “The way your pussy contracts around me when I slap your ass makes me rock hard.”
Pulling out again and again, he thrust into me with the force of a hurricane and a slap of thunder until my ass stung, and I was begging for him to finish me off.
I went down on my elbows and moved my hand between my legs, but Remy was having none of that. Swatting my hand away, he pulled my arms behind my back and held my hands in one of his as he started to rock inside of me. “Please, I need to come.”
“Tonight, all your pleasure comes from me. Do you hear me?”
“Yes,” I answered breathlessly when his other hand went between my legs, and the base of his palm started to grind into my clit.
“Good. Now, I want you to come all over my cock. I want to hear you scream my name like I’m your god.”
I had no problem screaming his name as he worshipped my body. His hand continued to stimulate my bundle of nerves as the tip of his cock hit the right place in me repeatedly until I was sagging on the floor.
Remy let go of my hands and moved to hold onto my hips as he started to pound inside of me.