Jake delicately moved his hands up and down her back, then began thrusting inside her slowly. She gasped as she met his strokes with her own, the sensation of his face between her breasts and his hands settling on and clasping her ass cheeks enough to make her ascend to the heavens once again.
“You’re so sexy,” he whispered into her chest.
Casey lifted his head and planted a hard kiss on his lips. They began kissing with a magical passion as she rode his cock harder, faster, his thrusts meetings with hers with a succinct rhythm. Casey had never done something so sexy, so romantic in her entire life.
She was getting close quickly again, but she wanted to feel him explode inside of her. The sensations stopped their kisses as they heaved in each other’s mouths, their hot breaths tickling their parted lips.
“Oh, baby, I love you so much!” Casey whimpered.
“I love you, too, my Northern Lights Queen.”
Casey looked deep into the eyes of her lover and watched as the decadent shades danced in the bright blues. She hopped up and down on him with all of her power and might, truly wondering if she was going to survive the next orgasm. She continued, nevertheless, encouraged by the clapping sound of their bodies colliding and the way Jake was looking at her.
“Oh, Casey, fuck!”
Just before Jake spilled inside of her, she felt him scratch against her hip. The feeling made her feel like her sensations transcended space and time. The knowledge that she was marked for life cascaded into a fury of emotions and an eruption of her explosive orgasm.
“Fuck, yes!”
She screamed into the wilderness, arching her back and throwing her head back to stare into the night sky. Their climaxes almost occurred at the same time, causing their bodies to rock back and forth as Jake finished marking her along her hip bone. He growled as she cried out, a cacophony of sensual sounds.
Her orgasm seemed to last forever as she gazed up into the sky. The lights were a mesh of thrilling colors, all misty and gentle and comforting. She felt that they pulsed in time with her waves of pleasure, giving Casey the out-of-body experience of a lifetime.
Eventually, she came back down to earth, collapsing on top of her husband-to-be with an instant exhaustion. Jake held her up as they both panted, their breath visible in the cold air. He held her by pressing her breasts into his chest and moving his hands along her shoulders, an after-care act that drove Casey as crazy as the sex itself.
“Mmm, Jake,” she whispered.
She was leaning on his shoulders, letting herself breathe in and out slowly. He still smelled like himself, a comforting scent of pine. It moved through her, and she knew right then and there that she would never need anything else.
“Lord, woman,” Jake whispered, clearly exasperated. “You are so wild and adventurous. I love you.”
Casey sat up, feeling flimsy in his big arms. She could still feel his erection inside of her, which was both reassuring and tempting. “I can’t help it,” she purred, bringing her lips to his for a soft collision.
They went inside a few minutes later, cozying up on the couch as they watched the show of nature continue its performance. She lay on Jake’s lap and felt like nothing would ever be bad ever again.
CHAPTERTWENTY
JAKE
Jake was nervous. Nervous didn't even begin to describe the emotions he was feeling. His stomach was in knots, and he had been pacing for the last half hour. Going back and forth in front of his bed, trying not to run his hands through his hair.
Scott shook his head, glaring at him. “You're giving me a headache watching you pace like that. Would you sit down, please?”
“How can I sit?” Jake said, turning toward his brother and throwing his hands up in the air. “I'm getting married. I wouldn't think anyone would be calm about this.”
His heart was racing, and he was excited. He was finally marrying Casey at a beautiful cottage outside of the city. It was filled with flowers and had an open garden. It was exactly the type of wedding she had wanted.
“I'm just nervous. I want everything to go well.” He wanted her to have the wedding of her dreams. He wanted their marriage to start in the best way it could possibly begin.
Scott gave his brother a smile. “And it will. But you need to take a deep breath. Everything is just as it needs to be. The vendor is here. The meals are being prepared. The space is done. The weather is perfect. Your day is perfect.”
He took a breath and sighed, finally able to breathe. His brother had been nothing but a massive help since finding out they were getting married.
A soft knock at the door made both of them turn. The door was pulled open, and Bruce and Melinda stepped in.
“You look dashing,” his mother said, giving him a soft smile. His father gave him a tight smile as well.
He knew that his relationship with his parents would never be perfect, but they tried to get along, and he wasn't going to allow today to be any different.