Mine to Take (5 page)

Huh, must be doing something right.

I do it again, and then, inspired by the girth, I wrap my fingers around the base and squeeze.

Jace groans and another droplet of liquid leaks from the top.

He likes that.

I do it again, and Jace places his hand over mine. “Like this.” He slides his hand up the full length, until the top is hidden inside his fist, then back down until his hand meets mine at the base. A stroke. Up and down. And another.

I mimic his motion, sliding my hand up and down, up and down, and my efforts are amply rewarded. He groans and growls before grabbing a fist full of my hair and yanking me to him for a kiss. This kiss is rough and raw. It says he's on the verge of snapping. And he's desperate for release.

The feral passion makes me forget what I was doing. All I can concentrate on is his mouth, his hand, tugging on my hair, the other cupping my breast through my clothes. The delicious, sweet flavor of his mouth. And the tension coiling inside my body.

Growing up Amish, I had never imagined what my wedding night would be like. We didn't think about those things. Still, I never, not in my wildest fantasies, would have dreamed up a scenario as deliciously naughty as this.

I'm about to have sex. In a truck. On a deserted road.

With a man so beautiful he takes my breath away.

While Jace kisses me, he tears at his clothes, shoving his pants down. And then, catching me by surprise, his seat slides back and reclines and I am yanked down until my breasts are flattened  against his upper body.

“Come here,” he coaxes, looking up at me with glazed, lust-filled eyes. He guides me with his hands, helping me gather the white satin dress and position myself over top of him. Once my knees are straddling his hips, I let the material fall and rest my hands on his broad shoulders.

The head of his cock is
right there
, so close to my bare, wet entrance. All I have to do was lower myself onto it...

Jace places his warm mouth over one of my breasts, and my spine tightens, all the way down to the base. The satin is thin, my bra even thinner lace. My nipple tingles, hardening from the heat. Then he suckles and a shiver of pleasure quakes through me.

I ease myself down until his cock nudges at my entrance. Lower still I move, until it slips between my nether lips. Into my channel. There it meets resistance. Burning resistance.

I toss my head back and freeze in place, afraid to move but wanting to.

He's too big. This isn't going to work.

Jace bites down on my nipple and a blade of pleasure-pain shoots through my chest. I squeak in protest then cry out as his hips drive up, shoving that enormous cock deep inside me.

Too big. Too thick. Too hard.

I hold my breath and don't move. Not an eyelash.

I want it out. Now. Right now.

And yet, I don't.

I feel so full inside. It's such a strange sensation. Uncomfortable.

Whimpering, I try to rock forward, lifting myself off my husband's lap, but he holds me in place.

“Easy, baby. Come here.” He pulls on my hair, coaxing me to lean down. His mouth gently brushes across mine. “I'm sorry for hurting you. I didn't want to. I told you I wouldn't be able to stop.” He nips and licks. Gives me little butterfly kisses all over my mouth, my cheeks, even my eyelids. “Let me make you feel good. Trust me.” He cups my breast, teasing the nipple with a fingertip. My insides, still stretched around his rod, quiver in response. “That's it.” He presses on my chest, showing me he wants me to lean back. Moving gingerly, cautiously, I do as he asks, noticing how the pressure inside me is changing as my position shifts. He gathers up my dress and lifts it, exposing our joining. “Just look at that,” he says. “Look at how beautiful that is. Our bodies joined. You're mine now. All mine. I'm going to make sure every bastard in this state knows it.” He strokes my clit with a finger and fiery need licks through my body.

I love the dirty words he's muttering. And the feral need burning in his eyes. It's thrilling. And sexy. I can hardly believe this gorgeous, strong man is my husband. That I belong to him. And he belongs to me.

Slowly, he lowers his hips, and his cock slides almost all the way out of me. But before I become accustomed to being empty again, he drills deep once more, filling me completely. As he moves, his thick length grazes my inner walls, firing nerves I didn't even know existed, and sending shock waves of pleasure throbbing through me. I shudder from the intense sensation, tightening my inner walls around his girth.

Oh, does that feel good! I can barely stand it.

With his hands, he guides me, showing me how to move up and down,  riding him at the pace I want. I relish the control, moving slowly at first, then later, after the burning pain of losing my innocence eases, bouncing and grinding against him, loving how the friction makes my clit throb. The car's interior fills with the sounds of our desperate lovemaking, the smell of desire, the heat pouring from our bodies as we stroke each other to ecstasy.

So this is lovemaking. This mind-blowing, life-altering experience. Of bodies joining and inhibitions being stripped away. I feel exposed and yet safe. Desired. Cherished.

Loved.

There had been nothing to be afraid of. Absolutely nothing.

He tangles his hands in my hair and tugs my head down. Our mouths meet. Lips caress. Tongues battle. My mouth fills with his decadent flavor. Inside, I feel him swell. The added thickness intensifies the throbbing heat blazing through me. He growls into our joined mouths and rams deep inside me.

“Mine,” he whispers against my lips. “Mine forever.”

“Yes.”

“Cum, baby. I want to feel your sweet pussy milk my cock. I'm going to fill you up.”

His dirty words set off a series of explosions that leave me breathless. My scream echoes through the tiny space. Jace's low, rumbling growl joins it, producing a glorious harmony. I feel his cum coating my insides, spurting against the mouth of my womb. And one thought comes to mind: with all the excitement of the wedding, I forgot to take my pill. I could become pregnant.

He slams up into me, again and again and again, forcing his cum deeper inside me. And my body sucks it in as my walls spasm. It's feels too freaking good for words. All I can do is hold on and let the waves crash over me. Waves of liquid bliss.

Once again, his tongue sweeps into my mouth. He kisses me sweetly now. Sprinkles little butterfly kisses over my lips, chin, cheeks. “Mine,” he says after every little kiss. “Mine.”

Yes, oh yes, I'm his. Body. And soul. His forever.

My body grows heavy once the intense waves ease. I relax into him, enjoying the feel of his strong, hard body supporting mine. His hand glides up and down my back, comforting me.

“Are you all right, baby?” he asks.

“Oh yes. Better than all right,” I say, giggling. Despite my fears that I may have just gotten myself pregnant, I feel like I'm high. I'm giddy. Happier than I've ever been in my life.

Oh, and drippy. My inner walls squeeze and his flaccid cock pops out. So does some of the semen he filled me with.

“Hmmm,” he says, gently shifting me. “That needs to stay in there.” Hands on my hips, he helps me return to my seat. “Recline back,” he instructs.

“I'm not tired,” I say.

“That's not why I want you to lay back.” Angling over me, he brushes a kiss across my lips then grabs the handle next to my seat and gives it a pull. The seat, with me in it, reclines as far back as it will go. “Baby, I want you swollen with my child. I want to whole fucking world to know you are mine.”

Child.

He wants me to have his child?

Do I want to have his child?

I think I do.

No, I know I do!

My heart swells.

A baby. I'm going to have a baby.

This time it's me who curls her fingers in his hair. I pull his head down and devour his mouth.

A baby!

Oh yes, I want his baby. I'll love him or her...or them...with all my heart. And soul.

Just like I love their father.

Jace

The drive home feels like it takes forever.

I'm impatient. What can I say? I have my beautiful wife in my truck. We made love on the side of the road.

That wasn't what I'd wanted. For her sake, I'd wanted the first time to be someplace where she would be comfortable. Like our bed.

To my surprise, she doesn't seem to mind having lost her virginity in a truck. God, I love this woman.

She has just arrived a few days ago and already she's making me a better man. She's made me see there's more to life than work. There's no need to hide from life. I've been missing out on so much. Companionship. And family.

Family.

I haven't been part of a family in a very long time. Not since my parents died, three months before my eighteenth birthday. They left me an orphan. A rich orphan. But an orphan nonetheless.

With no one to guide me. No one to advise me. No one to come home to.

No one.

But hey, I turned out all right. I learned how to take care of myself. I learned to rely on nobody. To trust nobody. To need nobody. I learned that hard work helps me forget what I'm missing.

I did forget...

Until I met this beautiful woman.

I love her so much my heart aches.

The gift waiting for her at home, that's a very small token of my love for her. I want to give her more. I want to give her the whole fucking world.

I want to give her a part of me.

And I want to have a part of her.

I never thought I'd want children. In fact, I was sure I didn't.

Until I looked up, into those beautiful eyes. Then it hit me. Like a fucking lightning bolt.

I want more than a wife. More than a companion.

I want a family. A reason to live.

A part of both of us. Who I can love and guide. Who I can watch, with awe, as he or she takes their first step, goes to school the first day, gets their first job. Graduates from college.

A part of both of us.

But first things first.

The minute we pull up to the house, I scoop my wife into my arms and carry her inside. She objects to being carted around like an infant, but I fucked up our first time making love. I'm not about to fuck up this.

“Jace, I can walk,” she informs me, laughing as I tromp up the front steps.

“I'm carrying you over the threshold, dammit,” I tell her when she starts wriggling in my arms. Her squirming is making my dick hard again. I doubt she's ready to make love again, so soon. She has to be sore. “Now, be still. Or you're going to regret it.”

She stops wiggling instantly.

I push through the front door and take her right to the bedroom. I set her on the bed.

“Wait here.”

Obedient but silently protesting, she flops onto her back.

I head for the bathroom and crank on the bathtub. Then I return to my beautiful wife.

She's waiting for me, with a glorious smile on her face.

I don't know if I'll ever get used to that sight. It's more spectacular than any mountain view. More brilliant than the Northern Lights. More awe-inspiring than Denali.

“You're a romantic,” she says. “I never expected that.”

“Neither did I,” I admit. I sit beside her and slowly undress her, kissing every inch of skin I expose. She giggles when I kiss her ticklish stomach. And shivers with goose bumps when I nip the back of her neck. I find every sensitive spot on her body before I'm through.

Once I have her undressed, I shuck my clothes. Then, ignoring her protests, I take her into my arms again and carry her to the bathroom. I climb in, holding her and sit, keeping her on my lap. My dick is harder than fucking granite again, but I won't take her yet. Not until she's had some time to recover.

I lean forward and inhale deeply. Damn she smells good. I can't get that scent deep enough. I want it all over me. All over my bed. Our bed. Our house. Everywhere.

I scoop some water into my cupped hand and pour it over her shoulder. She moans and I grit my teeth. My balls are going to explode. But there's nothing I can do about it right now.

“This is nice,” she murmurs. She reclines back against me.

Yep, I have to grit even harder. My teeth are going to shatter.

Deciding I need to focus on something other than the soft pillow of her ass resting on my thighs, I grab the soap and lather up my hands. Slick, they glide over her skin. Stomach. Shoulders. Arms.

Breasts.

Nipples.

She whimpers. It's such a fucking sweet sound. It makes me want to do all kinds of dirty things to her, just to make her whimper again and again.

I try to be satisfied by tweaking her nipples, rolling them between my forefingers and thumbs. But it isn't enough. I soap up my hands again and slide them down her body.

To her mound.

Her thighs part.

She whimpers again.

Oh fuck, I'm done.

I find her little clit and stroke it. Round and round.

Her hips start rocking.

I'm going to die.

Pulses of electricity charge through me, followed by surges of heat. My balls throb, my racing pulse pounding between my legs, up through my chest.

She drops her head back and moans and I lose it. I lift her out of the bath and lay her on the bed, dripping wet. With hair wet and droplets of water shimmering all over her body, she looks like a water nymph. A goddess.

I push her knees apart and watch her flushed, pink folds unfurl. There can't be a more spectacular sight than this, not in the whole fucking universe. I find her clit and lave it with my tongue. Again and again. She's sweeter than the juiciest berry. I can't get enough. I suckle it, and she bucks beneath me.

“That's it, baby. Cum for me.” I slide a finger inside her and her channel grips it. Holy hell, is she tight. My dick twitches at the memory of how it felt being buried inside this sweet pussy. I need to be inside her slick heat again. But I don't want to hurt her.

“Please,” she murmurs, tossing her head from side to side. “Oh god.”

I add a second finger, hooking them so I hit that sweet spot inside her. I feel her orgasm before she does. Her juices coat my fingers and her insides spasm. She shivers from head to toe. It is a spectacular sight. And it makes my balls so heavy I'm going to need a wheelbarrow to fucking move them.

She claws at my arm. “Please,” she begs. It's so pretty, the way she purses her lips for me.

I kiss her slit, lapping up the juices seeping from them, lubricating my fingers. “You must be sore,” I tell her as I run my tongue around her entry.

“Dying. For you.” She's panting. She grabs my hair and pulls and I climb up her body, hands on either side of her, hips wedged between her creamy thighs, cock resting
right there
, at her hot, wet entrance. One small thrust and I will be inside. “Yes.” She reaches down, grabs my ass and pushes it.

I like to think I'm a fucking strong-willed man. But when a woman like my wife shoves my dick into her folds, I can
not
hold back. I bite my lip and plunge in.

Ohhhhhhh. Fuuuuuuck.

It's hell, but I go slow. I want to pound her soft, tight pussy until my load shoots deep inside her. But I won't.

No, I won't.

Fuck.

This is pure torture. Of the worst kind.

I angle down and kiss her, tongue plunging in and out like I want my dick to do. She groans and moans and whimpers, fingernails digging into my ass. The sharp pleasure-pain feels so fucking good. I speed up just a bit. Give it to her a little harder.

Those little fingernails dig deeper. “Harder!” she demands. “Yes, yes!”

My wife's wish is my command. I slam forward and back. I'm in heaven. No, hell. Oh fuck, what do I know? I'm on fire. And I can't stop fucking her now. The headboard bangs against the wall. I'm vaguely aware of the sound. I'm much more aware of the pleas of my horny little wife.

“Yes! Harder! Oh yes!”

It's time for her to cum again. I won't. Not until I feel her tight pussy quiver around me. I sit upright on my knees and draw circles over her clit. “Cum, baby.”

I can barely breathe. My whole body is tight. Every nerve stretched to the snapping point. Every muscle cramping. This is going to be one hell of an orgasm. It's building like a hurricane inside me.

She screams as she cums, and I let loose. The added lube from her orgasm eases my way as I pound her mercilessly. I feel the cum burn up my dick and then an inferno blasts through me. I ram every drop into her, as deep as I can. Thrusting over and over, until I'm totally spent.

At last I lay on her and suck in air.

Sweaty, spent, I am thoroughly satisfied.

Now, it's time to give her her gift.

“I'll be right back,” I tell her. I kiss her mouth. I kiss her eyelids. And her nose. Then I force myself to pull out.

Already I can't wait to get back inside her.

“Where are you going?” She pushes up on one elbow. Her pretty face is flushed, her hair a tumble of sexy waves. I am the luckiest man on earth.

“Just stay there.” I pull on a pair of sweats and head outside.

I've worked every minute I could on this little table, determined to get it done by today. I turned the legs, cut and planed every piece, assembled it and sanded every surface until it was buttery smooth. I hope she likes it.

I haul it inside, leaving it in the hallway outside our bedroom. I poke my head into the room to make sure she's where I left her. “Close your eyes.”

She giggles.

I fucking love that sound.

I bring in the table and set it in place, right in front of the window. “Okay, you can open them.”

She blinks. She smiles. Her whole face lights up. And my fucking heart does a triple flip.

I am so fucking in love with this woman. I would do anything to see that smile. Absolutely anything.

She jumps up from the bed and throws herself into my arms. “I love it!” she proclaims right before she mashes her mouth to mine.

I enjoy the kiss, savoring it, for as long as she lets me.

Then she angles back, gives me a smile as bright as ten million suns, and says, “I love you, Jace.”

I practically crush her, I hug her so tightly. “I love you, too.”