I’m on my back and she’s straddling my waist, and I see her look down at me with a determined expression.
“Listen, Cash. I’m sure in the history of the whole wide world, two people of the same size as you and me have done this. I may be little and I may be a bit delicate, but I’m tougher than I look. If you won’t do this, then maybe I should. Because I love you. And I want you in every way possible. Every big part of you.”
“I love you, too, baby.” I sit up a little, pulling her down to me, our lips connecting, fire blazing between us once again. I break away to look up at her, the wild blonde curls once again surrounding her like a halo and making her look so beautiful. “I wanted to say it so many times but was afraid to scare you off.” It’s too soon. At least that's what I thought she’d say. But I knew it wasn't. My dad told me he knew from the moment he saw my ma that she was it. I just couldn't bear to tell her I loved her and not have her say it back. It would have burned deep because all that loneliness I’d been feeling since losing my family seemed bearable. The memories are now sweet, not painful. Because I have her. Someone I love.
“I’m not going anywhere. I love you, and you’re my husband. Forever.” She places her hand on the side of my face and looks into my eyes. I see it there. She feels it, too.
Our lips connect again, and this time I feel her move on top of me. Her hips slide down a little until my cock is at her opening again. She moves down. When I feel the pressure of her soft, wet hymen against me, I want to pull back, but she’s too fast for me and drops down on my cock.
“Fuck.” Breaking the kiss, I throw my head back and nearly black out from the pleasure. The tight grip of her pussy squeezes me so tightly, and I may die from it.
I feel my shaky hands go to her hips, and I look up to make sure she’s okay. She looks down at me and smiles, and suddenly all my fears melt away.
“You’re big all over, Cash. But I think we’re gonna be just fine.”
I feel her move a little, and it’s all I can do not to cum inside her after one stroke. The wet slide of her pussy as she moves up and down my cock is slowly killing me in the best way possible.
“Baby, I’ve died and gone to heaven.”
Leaning up, I take her nipple into my mouth, wanting her to feel as good as I do right now. She moans at the pleasure and starts to move on my cock more, and I help her hips rock on me. After just a few minutes, she’s taking all of me and is fully riding up and down. I grit my teeth as I look between us and see our bodies connected.
“I can’t wait any longer. I’ve been trying to hold off, but I can’t anymore. You’re so fucking tight. I can’t take it. This can’t be real.”
Reaching between us, I rub her little clit and feel her squeeze me as she drops down on my cock. The sticky sweetness between us is so fucking hot, and I rub her harder, needing her to cum with me.
“That’s it, Cash. Right there.”
Clare sits up on me and leans her head back, closing her eyes, her blonde curls everywhere. She’s lost in pleasure as I thrust up into her and finally feel her go over the edge. I’m cumming just as she starts, so I hold her hips down on me and keep her still while I fill her up. As I pump one thick load after another into her, she gets too full and it starts to run out between us.
The sight only turns me on more, and I feel myself giving her more of my seed. I place my hand on her lower belly as I keep cumming into her, hoping it takes root. It’s the longest and best orgasm of my entire life, and she gave it to me.
When I finally come back to earth, Clare has collapsed on top of me and is breathing hard. I smile and pet her as we both catch our breath, trying to come up with something to say. It was the single most incredible moment of my life and I can’t find the right words to convey that to her.
“I love you, Mrs. Clare McCallister.”
She leans up and looks into my eyes, smiling at me like I hung the moon. “I love you, too, Mr. Cash McCallister.”
We stay connected as I hold her to me, and slowly we start to make love again. I don’t think there’s a time when we stop or when we sleep, instead spending the whole night together as intimately as possible. She’s the most special thing in my life, and I thank the stars above she chose me.
Chapter 11
Clare
“Cash. Please,” I beg as his callused hand slides between my legs, up my dress, inching closer and closer to where I want it. I try to wiggle closer, but his other hand grips my hip, halting me. I might have gotten Cash on his back that first night, but I haven’t had much control since then. He does with me whatever he likes. Picking me up and moving me where he wants me. This whole brute caveman thing should make me want to smack him, but all it seems to do is turn me on and make me beg.
“You still sore, sweetheart?” he whispers in my ear before taking my lobe between his teeth. We haven’t had sex since our wedding night. We’d made love three times that night, and the next morning I’d woken up pretty sore. Now he won't take me again and it’s driving me crazy. I’ve been fine to go since yesterday, but he still shut me down, going with the classic head between my legs until I passed out and couldn’t beg anymore.
“No. Just please. I need it. It hurts, Cash. I…” I try again, wiggling my hips a little, and I feel him smile against my neck. His hand moves to the nape of my neck, grabbing a fistful of my hair and tilting my head back.
“Oh, I know what you need. What you were doing the second I walked in here. Do you like turning me on? Knowing you’re moving around this kitchen with my eyes on you, my cock getting harder with each sway of your hips? Do you do it on purpose? Trying to get me to sink into your pussy again?”
“Oh, God.” That was another thing. Cash’s dirty talk had increased tenfold since our first night together. The man could leave me utterly speechless. I go from wanting to smack him to attacking him with my mouth and climbing him like a tree. Sometimes I think he pokes at me on purpose to get me worked up.
His hand tightens in my hair, giving a little pull. “It’s Cash, sweetheart. Don’t make me tell you again. Only my name comes from that mouth of yours when you’re all wet.” If I wasn’t so turned on, I’d smile at the fact that he just got jealous of God.
“Cash, please.”
“Answer me,” he growls against me, his hand trailing a little farther up my legs. “Fuck.”
It takes everything in me not to giggle. Oh, I did this on purpose all right. Took me an hour to trim six inches off the dress so it barely covered my ass, and I ditched my underwear. I was getting Cash to make love to me again today, one way or another.
I can feel his control break as his fingers finally touch me. I’m so close I know it won’t take much.
“Touch it. I ache, Cash,” I push.
“I shouldn’t. I should make you ache like you’ve made me ache all day, but you know how much I like to watch you cum. Seeing you come undone for me.” He leans back, locking his eyes on mine. His gray eyes seem darker, filled with pure lust. One finger trails down my slit until he reaches my sweet spot. He pushes his way into me, filling me perfectly. I swear my body was made for him. It’s how it feels every time he touches me. It’s like he knows just what to do with me.
His name falls from my lips in a long moan as his thumb starts to work my clit.
“You wish that was my cock, sweetheart? That I was pumping in and out between your legs?”
I don’t answer him. I just try to go for his jeans. He pulls my hair a little tighter, halting my movements once again as he continues to thrust his finger in and out of me.
“Give it to me.” He growls the command, sending me over the edge. I feel his body shake with mine like he’s cumming with me. He enjoys my pleasure just as much as I do “That’s it, Mrs. McCallister. Give your husband what he wants. What belongs to him.”
My body jerks as the intense rush of the orgasm simmers and fades.
“Say it.”
“Yours. Only yours.” It comes so simply from my lips now because it’s true. I know how much he likes when I tell him I belong to him.
“Cash. I want more.” I try to go for his jeans again, but I’m pulled off the kitchen counter and placed behind him as I hear the front door open.
“Something sure smells good in here,” I hear Earl say. I try to peek out from behind Cash, but he moves with me so I can’t see anything.
Cash mumbles a low string of curses.
“Eat,” is all he says before he turns to look down at me, a scowl on his face. He leans down close to my ear so only I can hear him. “Get your little ass into our bedroom. Grab a blanket and put some shorts on under whatever this thing is you’re wearing. I don’t know what it is but it sure ain’t a dress.”
“I have to…” I motion towards the door where all the men are coming in for dinner.
“No. You’re going to do what I told you.” He brings the finger he just had inside me to his mouth, sucking it clean. His expression tells me it’s the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted “Or I might lose my shit. Your face is still flushed from me making you cum, and no one sees that. No. One. I’m already on edge from not getting to be in you the last few days, and now the men on my ranch almost saw my wife cum. I would’ve had to cut out all their eyes. You want that?”