She raises her hips in anticipation as I slowly kiss down the inside of her thighs and make my way to her pretty pink lips. She’s slippery with her need, and I lean forward, sucking each of them until they’re plump and full. Only then do I turn my attention to the sweet little bud between them and rub my nose against it. She moans and raises her hips before I open my mouth over her clit. My tongue massages it over and over until her eyes are rolling to the back of her head and she’s grinding on my face.
I watch as her fingers claw at the sheet, and seeing her this close to the edge is too much. Reaching down into the front of my gray sweatpants, I start to stroke my cock. I’m so fucking hard after being with her in the bath and now almost losing her. My body is screaming at me to mark her and make her mine so that I can tie her to me in every way.
“Inside me,” Bri moans and raises her hips in invitation.
She’s tempting me more than she knows, but I hold strong and keep stroking myself in time with my tongue on her pussy. Right when she’s at the edge, I suck on her little clit, and she screams out my name and climaxes.
Licking her slowly, I take my time working out the last of her pleasure before I take mine. Once she’s finished, I push my sweats down my legs and move between her thighs. She’s so fucking wet and soft from her climax, and my cock is straining tight against its skin. I rub my cock against her puffy lips and watch as the tip comes up between the top of them. Big drops of cum pearl at the head, and I rub it all over her.
“Oh god, don’t stop.” Her legs wrap around me, and she squeezes tight as I keep humping against her pussy.
My cock is soaked from her need, and all it takes is a few more pumps before I’m cumming on her belly and between us. There’s a hot surge of pleasure at seeing her marked, and as my rapid heart slows down, I reach between us and rub it in. I smear it all over her and then move my fingers between her legs to push it inside her too. This might make me a bastard, but god dammit, she loves me. She knew it even without a single memory of me, and even when she gets all her memories back, I’ll spend the rest of my life doing everything on this earth to make her keep loving me.
Her warm pussy clenches around my finger, and with a few little circles around her clit, she cums again. Her sweet little cunt is pulsing around my finger and pretending it’s my dick. I’m still rock hard and could so easily slip inside her just to see what it feels like.
“Wilder,” she says softly as her legs fall open, and she stretches out on the bed.
I slip my finger from her and trace the wet digit up her belly and to her nipple. I circle it there and then lean down to suck on the tight peak.
“Do you want to take another bath?” I offer, and she smiles at me with hooded eyes.
“Only if you let me wash your back,” she says.
“Deal.” I wink at her as I ignore my cock and stand from the bed. Her eyes eat up every inch of me as I lean down and scoop her up in my arms. “Stop treating me like a piece of meat.”
“But you’re my piece of meat.” Her stomach growls, and I raise an eyebrow.
“Okay, change of plans. Shower, then food.”
“Fine, but I want a snuggle afterwards.”
“You drive a hard bargain,” I tease, and the sound of her laughter fills the room.
Chapter Eleven
BRI
As I start to wake, I reach for Wilder when I don’t feel his warmth wrapped around me. The man was on me like a vine from the moment we hit this bed. Though I’d been pretty much slept the whole time because a girl can only take so much.
The man fed me again before we had another bath where he’d gotten me off twice. Between orgasms and him rubbing my whole body in the tub, I was a pile of mush. I vaguely remember him carrying me to bed, and once there, he pulled me into his arms, and it was lights out.
I blink my eyes, trying to clear the fog, and thankfully the slight headache I’d had is now gone. I still don’t have any memories, but there are a few pieces here and there. When Wilder mentions something, I can often picture it. Like my grandparents and the general store. In my mind I know what they look like, but that’s about it really.
I’m starting to wonder if my brain is doing it on purpose. Is it hiding something from me? Is it the same thing Wilder is hiding from me? I don’t know why, but for some reason I don’t think so.
A moan leaves me as I stretch my arms and legs. There’s a slight ache between my thighs making itself known, and I don’t mean the kind Wilder gives me when he’s around. I’m pretty sure it’s the muscles straining from being spread so much. I snort a laugh, but then I start to question why my legs are sore, because wouldn't they be used to this? Wilder and I are unable to keep our hands off each other.
I snag one of Wilder’s thick sweaters out of the closet and notice I already have socks on my feet. It’s actually the only thing I have on. I smile, realizing he must have put them on for me. I find a pair of sweatpants and try to put them on too, but no matter how many times I roll them, they keep falling. I thought with my hips maybe it would work, but I guess not.
Thinking about how big Wilder is in comparison to me, I start to get turned on. Jeez, he doesn’t have to be in the same room with me and I start to get worked up over him. There’s something about him that’s so right for me. I might not remember how Wilder and I fell in love, but I’m guessing for me it was instant.
Natalie called us newlyweds. Is that why my stuff isn’t here? That would make sense, but why didn’t he say that? With how quickly I’ve fallen for him again, I could see how we might have ended up getting married quickly.
I enter the kitchen, sure that’s where I’m going to find Wilder, but he’s nowhere in sight. I backtrack through the cabin calling his name but get no response. I pause, wondering where the heck he could be. Aren’t we in the middle of a snowstorm?
The fire in the living room is still going full force, so he has to be close. Then my ears perk up when I hear a knocking sound coming from outside. I walk over to the side door Natalie went through and finally spot Wilder. I watch as he lifts an axe over his head and then swings it down on a piece of wood. It splits it in two, then he grabs another and does it again.
“Holy shit,” I say to myself. A dull ache forms at my center as I watch my mountain man of a husband chop wood. This is hotter than any porn out there. Who knew watching someone chop wood could be a turn-on? Well, not just someone. Wilder.
Wilder looks up as if feeling my stare, and his eyes lock with mine. A giant smile pulls at his lips before he brings the axe down once more and lodges it there.
I open the door when he draws near and quickly jump back when the cold air hits me. “Are you running from me?” he teases as he grabs for me, and I playfully dodge him.
“Maybe.” I smirk, watching him toe off his boots while removing his coat.
“You can try, but I promise I’ll always catch you in the end,” he vows. I know we’re teasing, but there is no missing that he’s not fully teasing.
I’m dying to see what he’ll do if he catches me, so I turn and try to run. I don’t make it three feet before I’m in Wilder’s arms and he slips his freezing cold hands right up under my sweater.