“No, please, don’t go.”
Peering down at me he cracks a tender smile, his reddened eyes so soft and warm. “I’m not, my love. I didn’t just do all of this. I have more planned.” He gestures to the vast amount of fresh rose petals and lit candles. It’s absolutely breathtaking.
“Now will you please take my hand?” He offers me both of his hands, palms up and I clutch onto them, then he sweetly pulls me up from the sand. Standing, I brush my sand littered black dress off and lunge for his body. Wrapping my arms tightly around his torso. I’m not letting go. Never letting go.
A bellowing chuckle thuds in my ear as one of his arms locks around my back, anchoring me to him.
“My love, I’m not going anywhere. I took care of this. No one will bother us again. I promise you.” He reassures me with a kiss on the top of my head. I am much shorter than he is, so he has to bend a little.
Plucking something from his pocket, he fiddles with it but I’m too busy focused on the thud of his heartbeat against my ear to pay much attention. Immediately music fills the salty air and he tosses what I assume is a remove into the sand.
“This is our song. Will you please dance with me?” He asks, and I graciously comply. My left hand resting on his shoulder, my right snuggly wrapped in his large palm. Our bodies touch and our eyes cement into one another’s while we sway and dance. As if we’ve been doing this for years. Slowly he leads me around the rose and candle heart, barefoot, as the singer serenades us with his poetic lyrics. Attentively, I soak in each word and the meaning it has pertaining to our life. It fits perfectly.
‘Cause all of me
Loves all of you
Loves your curves and all your edges
All you perfect imperfections
Give your all to me
I’ll give my all to you
You’re my end and my beginning
Even when I lose I’m winning.
‘cause I give you all, all, all of me.
And you give me all, all, all, you.
Give me all of you
Cards on the table, we’re both showing hearts
Risking it all, though it’s hard.
“This is perfect,” I compliment, nuzzling my nose into his thickness.
“No, you’re perfect.”
My heart soars at his compliment and I find myself blushing. I’ve missed this. I’ve missed it all, the closeness, the love, the talks, just him being around. Everything about him.
As the song winds down, he breaks away and untucks his shirt from his dress pants and shrugs off his suit jacket, lying it in the sand outside the heart.
“I have something to show you,” he explains, lifting his shirt, glancing at the sky. “I don’t know if you can see it all well enough in this light. But you can see it better later.” Smiling, he and tugs the shirt over his head.
Why he didn’t just unbutton it is beyond me. Habit I suppose.
Sidling up close to him and his glorious relaxing heat, he raises his arm.
“Look there.” He points to his rib with the scroll tattoo and it’s been inked with more dates.
“What is that?”
“The newer ones are the day I met you, the day we first kissed, the day we first made love, when you agreed to marry me and the final day is when the twins were born. I have room left for one more date. And that will be for when I finally make an honest woman out of you.” He snickers and I playfully shake my head and shoot him dazzling blissful smile.
“And when will that be?” I tease, gently reaching over and caressing each of the dates on his ribs. One-by-one I outline the details of the numbers, committing them to memory. I can’t believe he marked his body with parts of us.
“As soon as you’ll let me,” he answers without a hint a sarcasm, and his breathing suddenly starts to accelerate.
Unbuttoning his pants, he drops them to the ground, leaving me with the most spectacular view of his thick Adonis physique. The complete package; including his thick bulging muscles, smooth tanned skin, dark hair, tattoos and swoon worthy hips that I want to trace over and over, using only my tongue. Mmmmmmm, that sounds so good.
“Why...” My voice cracks, so I clear my throat. “Why are you getting undressed?” I finally make out, choppy and distinguishably fidgety. He can’t be that naked without igniting the very demanding thing that rests between the folds of my pussy. She begs for him daily and now that he’s returned she will be relentlessly weeping for his attention.
“A different tattoo.” Another grin adorns his face. Except this one is a naughty one and he knows what I am thinking. I can’t help myself. He’s a perfect male specimen and to top it all off, he is my own personal brand of perfection.
Turning his tight, muscled thigh inward, I glance at the new tattoo on his outer thigh. It’s an amazing, flawlessly detailed portrait of a bear face. The soft beady eyes of the bear leaves you feeling like you know what he or she must be feeling. Underneath the bear is a scroll that fits into the theme of the tattoo and says ‘Mama Bear Forever Mine.’
I can’t believe he’d get a tattoo with my name on it.
“Why’d you do that?” I caress the side of his leg and hear his sharp intake of breath. I’m affecting him like I know he is me.
“Because you do crazy things to me,” he huskily states, the deepness in his voice laving the sensitive parts of my body, turning me to putty in his hands.
Lightly dusting my fingertips over the contours of the tattoo and his muscled thighs. Out of the corner of my eye I catch the mouthwatering glimpse of the most beautiful cock on the planet, hardening into a thick rod in his dark boxer briefs.
“Does my Bear want to make love to his woman?” I whisper, never stopping my fingers from trailing closer to the front of his thigh and the bulge that is pushing out of the top of his boxers, because it’s folded against him. Licking my lips I stare at the succulent bead of pre-come oozing from his perfect slit.
“Mama Bear,” he groans, as I dance my fingers closer and tickle the edge of his thickness.
“Do you want me?” I seductively murmur, unable to keep myself from salivating over the succulent cock positioned between his legs.
“I do…But...” Once my hand reaches the top of his delicious mass, he grabs it, pulling it away. Bringing my fingers to his mouth and kissing my knuckles one-by-one. I watch in amazement as each little peck sears straight to my loins, igniting a hot pool of juices in my panties.
“You will make love to me. But only, and I do mean only, if you are positive you want to be with me. You have to be sure. I can’t feel the soft beauty of your pussy sucking around my cock without marking you as mine for the rest of our lives. It will ruin me if I get another taste of that perfection not knowing that you will forever be mine,” he gruffly states, his eyes boring into mine, cuffing my soul and locking it to his, in a single passionate stare.
“Yes,” I moan, unable to see straight. The words that impart from his lips affecting me so intensely I can hardly stand. He really does want me, forever.
“Yes, what?” His tone is clipped and demanding. But in a way that makes me weak at the knees and I fall into him. Wrapping my arms around his neck, his dick pressed tightly against my belly.
“I will be forever yours.”
“Only mine,” he growls and I nod into his chest.
“Only,” I breathe, kissing his peck.
Bending down, he sweetly nuzzles his way into the crook of my neck and suddenly he territorially sinks his teeth in.
Oh my god! I think I might come.
“Oh, James!” I gasp, throwing my head back, inviting him to mark me, to take whatever he wants. I want it all. I want him to exude his strength over me. To finally let go and consume me. To be brave and dominate me.
“You are mine, Emily.”—Bite—“I went insane without you.”—Harder bite—“I can’t do this anymore. I need to be inside of you.” He bites and takes what is his. Seizing my hips, he lifts me and wantonly I wrap my legs
around his waist. Reaching under my dress, he shreds my panties in one quick tug and throws the remnants in the sand. Turning his attention back to me, his eyes lock onto my supple lips and his hot demanding mouth crashes down on mine, sucking the air from my lungs, driving my heart into a hammering mess in my chest. The butterflies crashing wildly through my body.
Ardently plunging his tongue between my lips, he fervently kisses me, as he angles his cock against my dripping core and powerfully thrusts deep into me, sheathing himself entirely. I raggedly moan into his mouth as we hungrily devour each other. Our lips locked, loudly kissing, my hands roaming over his shoulders, his neck.
More, I want more. Oh, James, fuck me.
Lifting my hips, using his neck as leverage, I forcefully pound my aching core down onto his hard soaking cock. Beating my pussy into hot climatic ecstasy.
“Oh yes James,” I scream, impaling myself over and over with his length, his teeth painfully biting my neck in deep marking wounds, that will last for days and maybe forever. Hopefully forever. With hands on my ass, he grinds into me, filling me, stretching me, torturing me on the edge of sated bliss.
“You feel so good,” he growls, sucking on my neck, his tongue lapping the deep wounds into a need for more. More pleasure, more pain, more of my James.
“Bite more.” Shamelessly, I press his mouth to my neck. My hand forcing his lips and teeth to sink in.
A deep all-consuming growl vibrates through his chest and he jerks his iron rod deep into me. Furiously penetrating deep into my belly, making me scream, my toes curling, my body tensing as the waves crash over me.
“I’m coming!” I wail, digging my nails into his shoulders.
“Come more, my love, more, I want more of your hot come all over my cock,” he demands, pounding into me. Kneading my plush ass in his giant hands.
Wow, he’s changed. What kind of hot sexy man has taken possession of my shy, sex god? Turning him into a foul mouthed sex machine. Fuck, I love it! Damn, he is so perfect.
Shit, I’m close again. Fuck James. Yes… pound my pussy baby.
“Now!” He snips and takes my mouth, shoving his tongue inside. Vigorously consuming me with steamy, passion.
Oh my god! He presses a thumb into my rosette and I lose it. I suck onto his thick tongue and shatter into a billion pieces of climatic perfection. My body jerking, eyes rolling back in their sockets. I float away, my body bursting with tidal wave after tidal wave of lingering pleasure. Another pulse shoots through my core and I come hard, my body bucking backward, his arms steadying me, so I don’t fall. His delicious ridged dick, continuously filling me in quick powerful thrusts.
“Emily, sweetheart.” Slowing down, he kisses my cheek. “Emily, are you okay?”
I know he’s talking to me. But I can’t feel anything except the overflow of desire and need, flooding my veins. More, I want more.
Fill me, Papa Bear. I want to scream your name all night long.
“Don’t stop,” I mutter, euphorically drifting in orgasmic bliss.
“Are you sure, sweetheart?” His tone is gentle and sweet but I know he’s worried, it’s laced in every word.
“I want more James, more of you, more of us,” I whisper, hanging my head back, my arms draped loosely around his neck. Aftershocks of my climax shooting sizzling pulses of rapture from head to toe.
I never knew orgasms could feel this wonderful. I am so relaxed. So fulfilled. So happy. Yet, still desperately aroused.
Stilling his cock deep inside my dripping pussy, I squeeze around him. Savoring every inch of him, the ridged texture of his scar and the thickness that spreads me, filling me wholly. The lock of my pussy, fitting his key of a cock, like it was meant to be. My body built specifically for his.
“You’re sure?”
I nod, as his hands travel up my spine and down again. Caressing every inch of my dress covered body.
“Here.” Bending over, he lays my back onto his discarded shirt lying, in the sand. My hair splaying on all sides of me. I hazily crack open my eyes and watch him with his massive muscles looming over my writhing body, anxiously awaiting the next slam of his thick dick in my eager core.
“You’re so beautiful.” He smiles adoringly.
Grasping the bottom of my dress, he lifts it and slides it up my body, helping me remove it. Leaving me in nothing but my black bra. Reaching out to him, I skim over the sexy age creases around his soulful eyes. Closing them, he sighs, and cups his hand over mine, holding it to his face.
“I love you,” he confesses, kissing my palm.
“I love you, more.”
Resting up on my elbows, I unclasp my bra and toss it into the sand outside the heart. It’s completely dark out now, except for the bright moon in the sky and the flickering of candlelight dancing across our naked skin.
Kneeling, he eases his still hard shaft almost completely out of me and runs both of his hands the length of my body. Hardening my nipples as his fingertips graze over the sensitive buds.
Delicately gliding his big hands up my body, he stops at my mountainous breasts, squeezing the nipple, rolling their hardness between his fingers. Milk bubbles to the surface and I moan.
“I want to drink.” He licks his lips and I nod, granting his wish to take whatever he wants.
Lowering onto me he captures my nipple between his lips and sucks. Taking long pulls of my milk into him. I caress the back of his head, as he jerks shallow thrusts into my weeping hole. Teasing her. Tormenting her. Causing her to flood the air with the thick sweetness of her arousal. Her wetness dripping down my crack and into the sand.
“Mmmmm...” he hums in his throat, drinking my milky sweetness.
“That’s a good man, drink Mama Bear’s milk,” I coax him with a low satisfied moan, willing him to take more. Take it all. Drain me dry.
Retracting his intense suction, he audibly licks his sexy lips and suckles onto my other pert, sadly neglected nipple. Easing the ache of my engorged breast. Extracting my nutrients into his manly body. His blood flows through my veins, and now my milk nourishes him. Just as his love nourishes my soul.
Suckling harder, his shallow thrusts turn into deeper thrusts and he begins to grunt, my breasts still stuffed into his hot silken mouth. His tongue flicking the bud into molten desire.
Suck them James, suck my nipples. Make me come. I want to come baby. Fuck me harder.
God, I love cock! His beautiful, scarred, perfect cock.
“More.” I wrap my legs around his waist, forcing him deeper inside.
Squeezing my walls around him, he moans into my breast, my fingers dig into his shoulders as he pile drives in hard quick bursts into my wetness.
With reddened swollen lips he removes his lips from my breast and looms over me, his hands planted in the sand on either side of my head. His eyes latched onto mine as the friction inside of be builds. The yearning I’ve had for him for so long is finally coming to light. I get to come looking into my lover's eyes. Coming as we watch each other reach climax.
“You ready?” His husky tone and warmth washes over my skin, like a thick layer of hot fudge.
“Yes...” I hiss and that’s all it takes. Anchoring one hand under my ass, kneading it, his chest pressed to mine, he lets go. Howling, grunting and moaning loudly into the air, like a feral animal, he ruthlessly fucks my pussy. Pounding into me, hard and fast. Hammering her into submission.
Yes, yes, yes, oh god, fuck, that cock, oh shit, yes, fuck me, fuck me James with that beautiful cock. God, he is so deep I can feel him all the way into my belly.
“Come,” he demands, once again slipping his middle finger into my ass and I bow my back, squeeze my thighs around his thick waist and scream. Coming hard. Hard for only him. My body tingling as he continues thrusting deep into my pussy, his finger plowing into my ass, I jerk and writhe under his thick body. Unable to catch my heaving breath.
“I’m…Oh… Mama… Damn...” he grunts, and he humps into me one last time. Rears his head b
ack and furiously growls my name as he shoots his warm succulent come deep inside me. Filling me completely.
Coming down from his climatic high, he gazes down at me and gives me a long lingering kiss. Savoring his mouth, I hold him close, his sweaty body wrapped in mine.
“I hope I wasn’t. I’m sorry, my love. I’m so sorry.” Remorse saturates his words and he pulls himself from inside of me. Leaving a hollowness in its wake. The aching need for him to fill me tugs powerfully at my heart. I feel so connected when he’s buried deep inside me.
“Don’t go, I loved that,” I reassure him, sitting up, I crawl over to his body and climb into his naked lap. Resting my hand on his dick, I lightly caress its semi-hard state, my fingertips softly tracing the veins and swirling the remnants of come from his slit around his thick bulbous head.
“I don’t know what overcame me. You can’t look at your neck and shoulders. It looks like something attacked you.” Running his fingers over my collarbone, I lean into him. I love when he touches me. No matter how he touches me.
“I don’t care. I hope they last forever,” I whisper, nuzzling my neck into his sexy cedar scented heat.
“I don’t. I’ve been so lost and in so much agony. I guess I took it out on you.”
This saddened tone has got to stop. I loved what we did. I wish he’d realize that. I love the dominate James. The mark me, fuck me, talk dirty to me, James. It’s a fun new side of him. A side that ignites hotness between my legs and butterflies to dance in my belly.
“I love you. Take your pain out on me. I want to make it all better. I want to fix you. I want us to grow old together and we can’t do that if you’re afraid. If I didn’t want us to do something, I wouldn’t let you. Do you think I’d give in? Do you think I’d ever let you push me? You wouldn’t even come close to that for me to ever have to worry. You’re the sweetest and most caring man. Stop and enjoy us.” I talk soft and warmly, my hand fondling his third leg into a hardened rod, laboring his breathing in the process.
His head comes down onto my shoulder, kissing it and he lets me stroke his thick cock. Up and down I commit every single inch, bump and vein to memory. Each sensual touch turning into him into a horned up animalistic sex god and he claims me again three more times on the beach. Giving me one toe curling orgasm after the next.
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