I weave my fingers into her hair, guiding her further. We’ve been at this point before, almost into her throat, but never made it. Today it feels easy. The head of my cock slips in, and Mel seals her lips around my base, nose pressed to my stomach. I don’t think it can possibly feel any better until she swallows, milking my shaft, and I curse loudly. She does it again, and again, and I hold her there, rocking my hips deeper into her mouth until she comes up for air, gasping.
“Holy shit, Melena,” I say.
She just grins, taking me in again. There’s no mercy for my cock this time. Mel uses a rhythm that she knows I love, and I feel the orgasm building in the base of my spine. But that’s not my plan today. Today, just like the first time I proposed to her, I want to be inside her when I come. That possessive animal roars inside me as I pull her off my cock and spread her out underneath me.
And then I worship her.
I peel off her clothes inch by inch, kissing the skin that I reveal. Until she’s wearing nothing but the ring that I gave her. She’s mine. No one else has ever touched her the way that I’m touching her, and no one else ever will.
Pushing her legs apart, I sink deep into her pussy, satisfied with the knowledge that my cock is the only one that she’s ever known. I hold myself still inside her now, letting her adjust, grinning. I love that I’m big enough that she still has to get used to me.
But it doesn’t take long today, her pussy is clenching down on me, her body writhing with restless need. “Tell me what you want,” I say quietly. “Fast or slow.”
It’s the game that we still play. I’ll always ask, and she’ll always be honest with me. “Fast. Please. For the love of God.”
I oblige, drawing back and slamming home again. Mel cries out, wrapping herself around me and holding on while I fuck her hard. I drive myself into her, moving my angle until I find the one that makes her moan. I love the sound of her voice in my ear.
Working on the ranch, I’ll find myself daydreaming about her breathless sighs and begging me for more, and I’ll be so hard that I have to find her and fuck her before I fall to my knees in the Texas dirt and jerk myself off.
Now isn’t any different.
“Please,” she says to me. “Fuck me harder.”
There’s no blood left in my body. It’s all in my cock. Every stroke is fucking heaven as I thrust into her at a brutal pace, driving us both upward until she’s nearly screaming and I can’t keep quiet.
Mel screams, voice echoing off the water and the sky. A cry of pure pleasure that unleashes my own climax. It feels like my body is consumed with perfect fire, burning me up and remaking me. Lightning strikes down my spine, crashing ecstasy through my cock as I spill myself deep inside her.
I can’t stop moving yet, fucking slowly until we’re both back in our own bodies, helpless and breathless and spent. “Holy shit,” Mel says, breathing hard while her legs are still locked against my hips. “Every time I think that we can’t get any better, we do.”
“We’ll always be able to get better,” I say. “Because I’m going to spend my life learning your body until I can touch you with one finger and make you burst into flames.”
“I think you could probably do that now if you tried.”
She smirks, but it’s a dazed, lazy smirk with her still pleasure-drunk body.
I reluctantly untangle myself from her warm body and reach for the champagne bottle. I peel the foil and pop the cork. I let it fly across the room and let the champagne dribble onto her breasts and my naked lap. I pour two glasses, and hand one to her. I can’t imagine anything closer to heaven.
I chuckle, leaning down to kiss her and lick the champagne that’s trailing down between her breasts. “Have I told you today that I love you?”
“You know, you haven’t. And that’s weird considering that you just proposed to me.”
“I love you,” I say, smiling. “More than you’ll ever know.”
“I do know,” she says. “I see it every day. You think I don’t notice the tiny things, but I do. I see it when you make me breakfast and coffee every morning. When you buy me pie? That’s when I really know. When you stare at me when you think I’m not paying attention. When you pull the blankets over me when you think I’m cold. All the things, Harlan. I see them.”
“I’ll never stop doing them,” I tell her.