My breath hitched as I realized things were about to get real. This is what my body needed … to feel him inside me, filling me, taking me on the ride that would end with me screaming and lost.
I gathered what was left of my wits and did as he said, walking around him to lie on the blanket. I reclined onto my back, my breasts relaxing down towards my ribs. I opened my legs and bent my knees a little, waiting to see what he would do. My hand moved to my folds where I touched the wetness he had caused.
He stood and pulled off his t-shirt in one quick move, revealing the rippling, lean muscles beneath. He didn’t say anything. He looked angry, but I knew it wasn’t that emotion that was going through his mind and heart as he stood before me. Passion looked a lot like darkness on him. It made my blood run hot.
His boots, socks, and pants came off next. That’s all he’d worn to our little picnic and now in the bright sunlight I was finally able to fully appreciate the man I’d married in all his muscled glory. Shadows from the curves of his muscles highlighted their dense structure. Even without the hard physical work he did on the ranch, he’d still have a body to die for, but with all that cattle management came a big payoff, and I felt like the luckiest girl in the world to be enjoying it right now.
And my luck didn’t stop at his totally built physique. His cock was a marvel too, its length and breadth something that shouldn’t have worked; how it was able to fit inside me was some kind of miracle. It stood out in front of him, making it perfectly clear what he wanted to do with me. I spread my legs a little farther and ran my fingertip over my clit, making it burn with need.
“I like it when you do that,” he said, his voice husky.
“I like it better when you do it to me,” I said, never breaking eye contact with him.
He pulled a condom from his pants pocket and put it on. When he was finished, he walked over slowly, his hard length swaying with every step. Bending down, he grabbed my wrist, pulling it away from my wetness and moving it to a spot over my head.
“I’m going to make love to my wife now,” he said, his voice deep and soft, a sexy promise I was ready to beg him to keep.
A thrill ran through me to be called that word … wife … and to be promised that joy, even though it was wrong. Even though I shouldn’t have encouraged him to see me that way.
“We shouldn’t,” I said, one weak, last-ditch effort to help him let me go. I was so terrible at doing the right thing. My heart just wasn’t in it. I wanted it all; I wanted to have him for mine and live just for this moment for the rest of my life.
“Bullshit.” He let my hand go and angled his cock up to enter me, using his hand to guide it. Once in position, he put his hands on either side of me and stared deeply into my eyes.
I gasped when he entered me, my head falling to the side as the sensations washed over me and the anticipation of what was to come grew.
“Don’t look away,” he said. “Look at me.”
I turned my face to do as he demanded. His brilliant blue eyes bore into me, causing my heart to fill with overwhelming emotion. He moved inside me, slowly, in and out, all the while never looking away.
I closed my eyes, the passion growing.
“Open your eyes, Andie, look at me. I want to watch you come.”
I forced my lids up even though they wanted to shut out his beauty. I’d never watched a man make love to me, and it was too deep. Too much. Because it was Mack.
Tears welled up, even as the heat did too.
His rhythm picked up and my breasts bounced as his thrusts became more insistent, faster. He never broke eye contact with me, even though his face showed the extreme control he was exercising over his need. He was holding out for me, waiting so that I could come with him. I angled my hips up even more, taking him deeper.
I was mesmerized. He was branding my heart, showing me that he was going to love me whether I liked it or not and that I was his and no one else’s. I’d never had anyone insist on loving me before like this. Tears slipped out of my eyes and dripped down to my ears as the orgasm built. I was on the precipice of a big chasm, a place where I could easily get lost and never find my way out of.
“I love you, Andie Marks MacKenzie. I’m not letting you go.”
I sobbed, but still didn’t look away. Sweat dripped down from his neck and landed on my breasts, tickling my skin as it slid down to my ribs. I drew my legs up and moved my hands to his ass so I could push him deeper into me. I wanted to feel every last inch of him filling my need. I couldn’t help it. We were becoming one in that moment, and I didn’t want to miss any of it. This would be the one and only time I would have this in my life. No man could ever measure up to the standard that Mack set.
His expression became stormy. His eyebrows drew together and his lips pressed into a thin line. Sweat broke out on his forehead and dripped down his face and onto mine. He groaned, his body moving fast, his shaft getting thicker.