“I heard what you said on our wedding day, remember?” He asks quietly.
My stomach sinks as I remember him overhearing what I said to my dad.
“Why did you want to marry me?”
“Because…”
“Because why?” I cry.
I need him to open up, to tell me what he’s thinking, what he’s feeling. I need more than these one-word answers back.
“Because I love you.”
Eight
Archer
* * *
“Because I love you,” I admit, my eyes locked on her face as I say the words for the first time.
“What?” She asks, looking shocked.
“I love you, Hazel. I have since the moment that I saw you.”
“Why are you just now telling me this?”
“I knew that you didn’t love me and I was afraid that you would go out and find someone else, someone that you did love, and you would leave me. I couldn’t let that happen. I need you, Hazel.”
“How come you never told me before now?”
“I didn’t think that you were ready to hear it and I couldn’t bear to say it and not hear you say it back to me.”
“How come you started acting this way now?”
“Because I knew that something had to give. I could see that you weren’t happy with me, with our life here, and that’s my whole reason for living. I just want you to be happy, Hazel.”
She blinks rapidly, trying to control the tears that I can see forming in them. I want to wrap her up in my arms, to comfort her and hold her. I realize that I’ve been second guessing myself this whole time and I vow to stop that right now.
I reach for her, pulling her out of her chair and into my lap.
“I love you, Hazel,” I whisper into her hair as I run my hands up and down her back.
She melts against me and I sigh in relief. My whole body goes lax when it happens. Her tongue darts out and she licks a line up my neck, her arms wrapping tight around me. My hands grip her harder and she moans, the sound breathy in my ear.
“I want you, Archer. I want to be a real wife to you,” she whispers in my ear and I groan, my cock rising in my jeans.
“Are you sure, Haze? We can wait, baby,” I try as she trails a line of kisses down my neck.
“I’m sure. I want you.”
I’m out of my chair and halfway up the stairs in the next instant. She giggles against my skin, wrapping her legs tight around my waist as I carry her up to our bedroom. The sound is like music to my ears and I grin as my heart tries to beat out of my chest.
I pause outside of the yoga room and Hazel lifts her head, looking inside.
“The yoga swing?” She asks, raising her eyebrows at me.
“Do you have any idea how many times I’ve seen you on your yoga swing and imagined fucking you in it?
“Really?”
“Fuck yeah, baby. Seeing you spread out in that thing like that always has me so hard that I can barely walk straight.”
She giggles, burying her face in my neck and I keep walking, heading into our room. I lay her down on the bed and she looks up at me, her green eyes glittering in the low light coming in from the window.
“I’ve thought about doing it with you too,” she says biting down on her lower lip and I swear I almost come at the sight.
I look down at her beneath me, admiring the way her strawberry blonde locks are spread out on the pillow and the way her heartbeat flutters in the base of her throat. She smiles up at me, wrapping her hand around my neck and tugging me down until our lips meet.
I’m rock hard behind my zipper, so hot and ready that I think I could come with one stroke from her soft hand. All because the woman that I love, that I worship, is finally in my arms, finally ready to be mine.
My lips meet hers and I’m lost. We eat at each other’s mouths, learning the curve and feel of her lips against mine before I slip my tongue past her lips to explore her mouth. When we’re both breathless, I break the kiss, trailing kisses down her neck. My teeth graze her collarbone and she moans, the sound shooting through my body and causing my dick to pulse in my jeans.
I reach down and free my cock before my zipper is permanently embedded in it. Hazel sits up, tugging her shirt over her head and unhooking her bra. I follow her lead, pulling my own shirt off while she wiggles out of her yoga pants and panties beneath me. When we’re both naked, I fall back onto her, worshipping her body with my mouth and hands.
My cock rubs along her skin, the pretty pink crease between her thighs already wet and ready for me. I want to taste her there. I want to tongue her juicy cunt, bury my face there until I’m drenched in her honey. But her dark pink nipples are calling me so I lick a path to them first.
“I’ve been dying to get my mouth on these,” I murmur against the swell of her breast.
“Archer!” Hazel moans, rocking her hips against me as I nip along her skin.
I take one stiff bud in my mouth, sucking on it before I roll it against my tongue. Hazel moans, her back arching off the mattress as I continue to drive her higher and higher. Her hips are restless, shifting and rubbing against me. I know what she wants but I’ve been waiting two years to taste her and I won’t be denied any longer.
I let go of her nipple and kiss my way down, settling between her spread thighs. My fingers stroke a line down her core, parting the drenched folds until her hard clit pokes out. My thumb draws a circle around the little button until Hazel is crying out for me, her hips raising to meet my mouth.
My finger makes contact with her sensitive clit, jiggling it as my tongue licks lower. I nudge her entrance with my tongue as my finger continues to tease her clit. Her juice drips out of her and I lick it up as fast as I can, not wanting to miss a drop of her delicious nectar.
Her thighs start to close against my ears as her orgasm starts to hit.
“ARCHER!” She cries out, her center grinding against my mouth as she gets lost in her pleasure.
She’s gorgeous when she comes and my cock hardens even more as she finally relaxes back against the mattress. I give her clit one last kiss before I make my way back up her body. Hazel reaches for me, pulling me up to her mouth and kissing me hard, showing me just how much she wants me.
I grip her hips, pinning her to the mattress as I line my cock up with her entrance. I know that she’s a virgin and I need to go slow with her so I thrust slowly, slipping the head of my cock inside her. Her pussy clenches around the head of my cock and I squeeze my eyes shut, fitting my lips against hers as I thrust inside her fully, breaking her cherry and claiming her as my wife. Finally.
Hazel cries out and I kiss her, trying to calm her down as she adjusts to me filling her so completely. I rain kisses down on her face, making my way toward her ear.
“It will just hurt this once, baby,” I whisper against the shell of her ear.
She nods against me, her legs hooking around my hips as she relaxes around me. Her pussy is still the tightest thing that I’ve ever felt and I give a slow tentative thrust. Hazel’s arms wrap around my neck, holding on as my pace picks up and I start to fuck her harder. I suck on her neck, balancing on one hand as my other hand palms her breast, rolling her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
When I slip my hand lower between us and make contact with her clit, Hazel just about bows off the bed. I work her with my finger, rubbing circles over her sweet nub as my cock slips in and out of her.