He picks me up, my legs wrapping around his waist, and I’m amazed at his strength, his massive arms and willingness to carry me to his bed.
“You’re going to lay on your back and let me lick you until you gush, understood?” He leaves a trail of kisses from my neck to my belly button.
I fall into a pile of pillows on the large four-poster. The bed is covered in a wool blanket, and the shades are drawn. The lights are off, and I want him to lower himself into me right this second so I can run my hands over his bare back where the muscles stretch. I want to run my hands through his thick hair and bring his mouth to mine.
He sits before me on the bed, right between my legs, and reaches for my tiny lace thong. He pulls it off, exposing me completely. His hand runs over me, stopping at my well-waxed pussy.
“You are so fucking gorgeous, Delta,” he says, his fingers parting my pussy as he rubs at my opening in a slow, circular motion. As he rubs me, I melt into the mattress. “And when you’re my wife, I’m planning on taking you every day. Understood?”
He presses two fingers deep inside me, and I moan, arching my back. I cover my face with my hands, overwhelmed with the giddy sensation pulsing through me. How is this man mine?
It feels way too good to be true.
“I understand,” I tell him, panting in pleasure as he flicks my pussy—lightly enough to take my breath away, but hard enough to make me writhe beneath him. “You can order me to do whatever you like.”
I have always been with guys who want me to take the lead and I assumed that I liked being in charge. But the way Boone takes control in the bedroom, tells me his plans? It turns me on. He’s a real man.
He doesn’t need permission. He takes what he wants.
Chapter Five
Boone
On her back, with her legs spread wide, she’s the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen—and I saw plenty, back in my college days down in Anchorage. But she’s different than any woman I’ve ever had naked and moaning from my touch, begging for more of my cock.
Delta is soft skin and laugh lines and long hair and longer legs. She’s open, speaks her mind—and damn, those tits could make me bust a load just by looking at their fullness, their hard nipples. They are real, soft and supple, and I want to press my cock between them and have her titty-fuck me until I come all over her.
My fingers move in and out, and her pussy drips. I know she likes it, because her hands grab hold of the blanket she’s lying on, her ass lifting from the bed, as I press a third finger in her tight, warm pussy.
“Oh, Boone, I need you in me. I need you in me so bad.” I like the sound of her begging for me only minutes after meeting me. Good. This is the sort of woman I’ve always wanted.
My cock is stiff. It’s ready, and now her pussy is, too.
“I’m not using a condom,” I tell her. We were both tested during the application process, and being on the pill was a prerequisite for my bride.
“Good,” she moans. “I don’t want your cock covered with a condom. I want to feel all of you inside me.”
I begin to press myself in her, not able to resist the space between her legs any longer.
“I think it’s too big, Boone,” she whispers as I start to fill her juicy opening.
“I’m pretty damn sure I can fit in my wife.” I smirk, watching as her hands run over her tits, playing with her hard nipples as I fill her with my massive cock. “I’ll go nice and slow, okay?”
She nods, her eyes closing as I begin to fill her. “Mhhhmmm,” she murmurs, lost in the sex-trance she and I have created as I begin to take her pussy as mine.
I ease into her, and her pussy widens, as if it has done this before. I know she’s not a virgin. I told Monique I didn’t want one; I have no interest in teaching a wife the mechanics. I wanted a woman who knew what it meant to fuck, hard and fast and often.
“You like that?” I ask, my cock deep inside her; her pussy is so warm that I can’t resist, reaching for her soft ass and pulling her closer. I want her skin pressed against me, and I don’t want to let go.
“I love it. Holy fuck, Boone.” She wraps her arms around my neck, her face close to mine. I thrust deep into her, rocking her world as she arches, groaning and desperate. “I’m so close, baby. Don’t stop, don’t stop. Don’t stop now.”
We rock against one another; my cock is full of my seed and my life, and when it pours into her, the walls of her pussy tighten and she clenches her legs around me.
“Oh, my God,” she moans loudly. “I’m coming. I’m coming so hard.” She can’t control herself, and her words tell the entire lodge what kind of husband I am: one who knows his way around a motherfucking pussy.