Before I can respond, he spins me around and leads me to the kitchen. Tyler turns me again until my stomach is flat on the counter. I stick out my ass as he slides back inside me, and I gasp at how deep he goes.
“Shit,” he hisses, ramming faster. I release a breathy moan as he holds my hips tightly. My pussy clenches, and he pants harder. “Sit.”
He nearly gives me whiplash as he pulls out and flips me over until the cold marble hits my ass.
“Jesus,” I say with a laugh, gripping his shoulders.
“We have one more position to check off your list.” He flashes me a wink, stroking his length before sliding between my legs. “You’re so tight, Gemma. I’m using all the willpower I have not to come yet.”
Clinging to him, I wrap my arms and neck around him as he roughly pounds me. He’s a saint for keeping up the pace this long, and I want him to unravel with me this time. The buildup is intense, and I’m close again. With my lips to his neck, I press a soft kiss against his skin, then whisper in his ear, “I love the way you fuck me,husband. Come with me.”
Moments later, Tyler releases a roar of a moan and sinks as deep as he can, spilling inside me. I lean back, my palms flat on the counter as he grabs my hips and pumps into me one more time.
“Fuck, baby.” His voice is hoarse and sounds even more sexy. “You nearly killed me.”
I grab his face and bring our mouths together. “And we get a lifetime of that.”
Hours later, we’re in my bed, naked and tangled in the sheets. We haven’t stopped ravishing each other, sucking and licking, fucking and making love. I’ve never experienced anything like this before, and the fact it’s with Tyler makes it a million times better. The love I feel for him is so strong, and I can barely contain the bursting happiness with every kiss we share.
“Thank you for marrying me,” I say as I rest my head on his chest. “And keeping me close even when I tried to push you away.”
He tightens his hold around my back and tilts up my chin. “Thank you for loving and trusting me enough to say yes.”
“So if we’re doing this—staying married and all—don’t you think a husband and wife should live together?” I ask nervously. Though I don’t know why I’m anxious about mentioning this, I know it’s still a big step.
“You sure you’re ready for that?” he asks. “I mean, besides us being married and all, that’s making it official-official.” He smiles.
“According to the State of Alabama, we’re already official,” I quip. “But yes, I’ve been ready since I was eighteen. Every night, I wanna come home to you in this cottage—where it all began.”
“You gonna let me do the cooking?” He pops a brow.
“Just so you know, I can make a mean omelet. Ask my dad.”
“No offense, sweetheart, but your father is too nice to tell you it’s not good.”
My jaw drops as I release a gasp. “Just for that…” I lower my hand and cup his balls.
“Better be nice down there if you ever want me to be able to give you children…” he warns, and dammit, he has a point.
“Fine,” I pout, releasing him, then wrapping my palm around his length. “You can man the kitchen as long as I control the TV.”
As I stroke his thick cock, his eyes close, and he’s no longer listening. “Okay, deal,” he stutters out. “Whatever you want.”
I giggle, increasing my pace. “And you do the laundry and dishes.”
“Okay, now you’re pushing it.” He chuckles, towering over me until I’m on my back. “No using sexual favors to get what you want.”
“I thought that was the whole basis of marriage.” I snicker. His lips drop to the shell of my ear, and in seconds, I’m putty in his hold.
“If that’s the case, then it goes both ways.” His erection presses against my thigh, teasing my clit. “But you’ll probably win because I can’t fucking get enough of you.”
“Now who’s insatiable?” I recall from the first time we had sex at his place.
“When it comes to the love of my life, definitely me.”
“Let me ride you,” I demand. “And cuff you to my bed so I can take full advantage.”
“Never thought I’d want to be handcuffed again…” He lingers, and I mentally slap myself for being insensitive. “But in this case, I’m all for it.”