“I suppose it’s caveman of me, but that so fucking turns me on.”
“Men are so easy,” I looped my arms around his neck. “Your cum made me pregnant.” I rubbed my pussy against his hard dick.
He groaned. “Jesus, that is a turn on too.” He took my hips in his hands, and I thought he was going to lift me and thrust in. Instead, he held me still. “Do you have pictures of when you were pregnant? When Alyssa was a baby?”
My heart broke for him again at how much he missed. There was guilt too that I hadn’t thought to show him pictures before.
“Yes. I have some at the house.” I wanted him to make love to me, but if he needed to see the pictures first, I’d have gladly gotten dressed and taken him up to the house.
“I want to know what you looked like with my seed growing inside you.”
I shook my head. “I was fat. I’m still fat.”
“No, you’re not.” His gaze scanned my body. “You’re luscious and perfect.” He lifted me, and I settled over his dick, glad to finally be consummating this new part of our relationship.
As I lowered down, we both let out a long sigh. I held him tight, savoring this moment. The moment my heart finally healed.
“I love you, Wyatt. I love you so much.” I shifted so I could wrap my legs around him, using them to pull myself closer to him, him deeper inside me.
“I love you too, Sinclair. Let me show you.” Then there were no words. There were only our lips fused together, our hands caressing, our bodies dancing in sync. Each time I neared the end, Wyatt would grip my hips and hold me still.
“Not yet,” he’d whisper. For a moment, we’d simply gaze at each other, basking in the awesome power of love.
As a teen, I remembered feeling emotionally high when I was with Wyatt. This was similar to that, and yet so much more. He was right in that we were older, wiser and stronger. Now it wasn’t just the sweetness of young love. Now it was the awe and magic of a fully-mature love. It was knowing that together we could overcome anything.
Soon, I rocked again, and together we’d make the ascent, his dick pulsing with life inside me.
“Wyatt…I need to come…” My pussy throbbed. Pleasure hung just out of reach.
“Together, baby. You and me…together.” His hands gripped my hips, moving them up and down over him. My hands dug into his shoulders as my body took its final leap.
I cried out as pleasure flooded my body. “I love you.” I gasped as my body convulsed.
“Sinclair!” he yelled, bucking up and filling my body with his warmth. We continued to move, riding out the storm until sated. We simply clung to each other. This time, I knew he’d never let me go. I knew I’d never let go of him.
33
Wyatt
When I returned to Salvation and first reconnected with Sinclair, I felt like I was finally home. But until this moment, with Sinclair telling me she loved me, her body joined with mine, her committing to a real marriage, I realized I hadn’t been completely whole. Now, in this moment having all of Sinclair’s heart and soul, now I was truly home. I was fully whole.
I wanted to take her and Alyssa, my family, home, but they were there to visit Sinclair’s parents. We dressed and headed up to the house, not wanting to get caught with our pants down, literally.
“I’ll go home with you,” Sinclair said, when I expressed my disappointment. “Alyssa will have a nice visit and you and I can have time alone.” She waggled her brows.
“I suppose that would work.”
“As your mom said, newlyweds need time alone.”
I wrapped my arm around her and tugged close. “Let’s get married again. For real this time.”
She smiled, and it was so fucking bright, it could light up the world. “Okay. Can we get married at the oak tree? All the good things that happen for us happen there.”
Jesus, was it any wonder I loved this woman? “Absolutely.”
“And Alyssa can be the ring bearer or flower girl or maid of honor.”
I laughed. “I was thinking best man, but okay.”