“You’re going to accomplish so much,” she whispers, pressing herself against me. She stretches her arms up and wraps them around my neck, finally blinking her eyes open as she gives me a loose, happy smile. “You already have, and it hasn’t even been a year yet.”
“I wasn’t thinking about legislative plans,” I growl. I roll her over so I’m on top. “I meant with you. And me. And a baby. Some rings and vows and a circus we’ll do our best to ignore.”
“Oh.” Her eyes go wide and her smile gets bigger. “I won’t notice any of it.”
“No?”
She shakes her head slowly, her gaze glued on my face. “I’ll just see you waiting for me at the altar. And everything else will fade away.”
“I love you.”
“I know,” she says cheekily. “I think it’s because I’m easy.”
“I do like that.” My cock thickens against her belly. “But that’s not why I love you.”
“Really? Not even when I let you tie me up and feed me your big, hard—”
I cut her off with a kiss that shows her just how much I like that, but no, it’s not why I love her.
“And what about when I let you play with my butt?” she gasps as I rise above her and flip her over. She presents that absolutely fine ass, pressing it against me as she stretches her upper body out against the bed. Her flexibility…I like that a lot.
I spank her because we both like that, too. “That’s not why and you know it, Sprite.”
She moans as I squeeze her flesh, my palms itchy to spank her again and again. “Then why do you love me, Sir?”
I never tire of telling her this. “Because you’re everything to me. You fit against my jagged edges. You hold all the different parts of me together.”
She tries to twist beneath me. She turns her head and gives me a soft look even as I hold her down. “I love you, too.”
See? She gets me. I lift my hand and hold it high, giving her fair warning I’m about to lay my handprint on her ass.
She just bites her lip and wiggles her hips at me.
Fucking perfect.
I wait until she releases her lower lip—biting down on that further would be awful—then I land my palm hard on the fleshiest part of her bottom.
She cries out, and I do it again. She rocks back, rolling her hips up. Practically begging me to take her like this, so I do. I grab lube from the bedside table first, then I stroke through her folds. She’s slippery and ready for me, but the lube’s not for her tight little pussy.
No, the lube is because she lets me play with her butt, as she so adorably put it.
I fist my erection, stroking myself against her pussy for a moment before entering her. She hisses at the stretch and I press in slowly. She takes all of me, but it takes a few pulsing thrusts before I’m buried in her, balls-deep.
She clenches her inner muscles around me at the quiet pop of the lid when I flip open the lube bottle.
“Do that again.” I groan as she tightens again, a pulling little flutter that makes me want to lunge into her over and over again, pump harder and faster until I spill my seed inside her. I make myself be patient. “That feels incredible.”
She does this cat-like roll, pressing her hips into me as she flattens out on the bed again, and that…God. That. Yes.
I quickly squeeze some lube between her cheeks and toss the bottle aside. My thumb knows exactly where to circle now to make her moan. My little Sprite, my dirty, gorgeous wife-to-be, loves to have her ass played with. I close my eyes and drive into her, fucking her cunt at the same time as I tease her ass. Thrust, circle, thrust, press. She’s eager, clenching around my thick digit as I invade her bottom.
I haven’t taken her there yet. We talk about it. Both of us get hot at the idea.
We talk about a lot of things. Me knocking her up. I drag in a long, slow breath as I think about her pussy taking all of my come last night.
God, that had been insanely hot.
But I want her ass, too.
I can’t think of a better way to ring in the new year. I hold myself deep inside her and use my free hand to nudge her legs wider. “Does that feel good?” I press two fingers against her hole and ease into her. She’s taken this before, but I know the stretch drives her crazy. “Do you want more?”
She groans. She’s trembling, and I don’t know if she’s going to come or tell me to stop.
I flex my cock and she whispers my name. I do it again and she cries out, then begs for more.
Orgasm it is, then. I fuck her slowly, with my fingers and my cock. She’s full and pushed right to the limit, pleasure edging out the pain as her brain scrambles to process the feelings.
No time for processing. More feelings. More pleasure. I ease my hand out of her, ready to test her with a third finger, but she twists her head around and stops me with a single, pleading look.
“Do it,” she whispers.
I hold her gaze as I ease out of her heat and position my cock at her rear entrance. Her eyes glaze over as I press into her, a slow, steady demand for her body to take me.
The urge to fuck into her, pin her down and rut like an animal, is almost overwhelming. She’s so tight there, squeezing me over and over again as I sink into her. It feels incredible. No, it feels…
“I love you,” I rasp, my voice rough. Like the base, needy urges have sapped my ability to speak, to think. I’m man, she’s woman, this is…elemental. Nothing else matters.
“Gavin…” Her lips stay parted after she breathes my name. She licks them, wet and ripe, and as I bottom out inside her, I fall forward, bracing my hands on either side of her head.
She licks my wrist next, then turns her face into the bed and pushes back against me.
Fucking fuck. I’m not strong enough to resist that soft press of her flesh, the tight squeeze inside. I drive into her, making her moan, and I swear under my breath.
She replies with the sweetest whisper. “So good. Gavin, yes.”
New holiday tradition. We do whatever makes her say Gavin, yes in that breathy, adoring tone. This, for example. I might just make a new national holiday just so we can do it again.
“Oh, oh, oh…” Her cries escalate and she presses up on her knees, trying to chase me back as I slide a few inches out of her.
I thrust in, and she screams.
Maybe we don’t need a holiday.
Maybe my Sprite likes this.
“Gavin, yes. God. Love. Oh, yes. There…”
Maybe she loves it. I let the wave of lust take over, let my hips do what they will as my weight pushes her down before I press up again. I’m the wave now, fucking her relentlessly into the bed as she hangs on tight to the pillow in front of her.
I kiss the back of her neck. She smells salty-sweet, like sleep and woman and sex. I love you so fucking much, Sprite, but it’s just a thought, because words are gone.
I’m a machine now. Hers. One purpose, her pleasure. I’m going to make her come and then I’ll get to lose myself.
Make her scream and then I can thunder my own guttural words as I spill my seed inside her.
Wait, wait, wait, my brain stutters as my balls draw tight. She’s shaking beneath me, her breath shallow and fast. I jack my knees wide, holding myself like a tripod as I reach my hand around the front of her body, snaking it between her and the bed to find her clit.