Conquering Love

by Willow Summers

  “The romance is dead, huh?” He chuckled and unabashedly stripped out of his last layer of clothing, letting his manhood bob free. He grabbed the sheet again, wanting to climb in.

  “Wait.” She pushed her hand out from under the sheets like he was forgetting some important detail. While he waited, she let her eyes travel those muscular shoulders and the two thick arms attached. His chest was next, with his defined pecs and mouthwatering abs. There wasn’t an ounce of fat.

  “What do you need?” he asked as goosebumps stood out on his skin.

  “Just to look. The cold doesn’t shrink that bad boy, huh?”

  His eyes sparkled with humor as he slid into the sheets and pushed up against her body.

  She squealed and tried to move away. “Warm up first!”

  “I am. C’mere.” He snaked his arm under her and pulled her into his chest. “Mmm. That’s better.”

  “You can’t see my outfit now.”

  “Take another video. I’ll watch it over and over, promise.”

  “You do have a lock on your phone, right?”

  His body tensed around her. “I should.”

  “Yes, genius, you really should.”

  “Remind me tomorrow. I’m busy right now.” His lips skimmed her shoulder and then up her neck. Next they touched hers, light and explorative. He was moving slow.

  Butterflies erupted in her stomach. There was too much going on in her head about what was to come. This slow build might make her lose her nerve.

  “Greg…”

  “Mmm?” His hand moved over her breast and then down between her legs. His thumb hooked under the strap of her panties and pushed, moving them down to her thighs. He must’ve heard her thoughts.

  “Never mind.”

  His hand came back up as he pushed his hardness against her hip. His searing touch coated her sex, making her moan and spread her legs wider. A finger rubbed as he kissed back down her neck and over her chest. Heat encircled her nipple, ripping a moan from her throat.

  “Oh, Greg,” she said as her eyes fluttered. Her panties were pulled the rest of the way down her thighs. She kicked them off into the bottom of the bed as he moved between her legs. A hot tongue licked up her center.

  “Oh…” She gyrated her hips up to his mouth, moaning again when his tongue manipulated her nub. Fingers entered her, sending shooting sparks through her core. A long, suctioned kiss and then he was gently kissing her inner thighs.

  She breathed through her mouth and tried to move her sex into the line of his mouth, but he was avoiding her. She was just about to reach down and grab his hair, making the hint a little less subtle, but he was climbing again, dragging that large manhood against her skin.

  Oh God it was time. This was it. She was going to have consensual sex for the first time.

  Chapter 19

  “I’m not ready,” she blurted.

  He continued kissing up her body. Into her skin, he said, “Nothing is happening without your say-so. When you want me to get off, tell me. I am in complete control, Christie.”

  His big body settled on top of her. Those full, shapely lips connected with hers, but didn’t truly engage. He nibbled, softly. Too gentle.

  She ran her thighs up the outside of his legs, feeling his heat just to the side of her core, hard. Her sex swelled as she moved her leg upwards, making him shift. The velvety skin of his shaft laid right down the middle of her slit.

  Her exhale was audible.

  Their kiss became more intense as his body started to move against her, slick and graceful. His shaft ran over her clit, tugging at her core and setting her on fire. Already warmed up from his mouth, now she was burning, feeling his body and the passion.

  One thing was missing.

  “Greg,” she said softly, half murmuring against his lips.

  “Hmmm?”

  “Look at me.”

  He kissed her once more before he did an easy push up. Then he just hung out, his biceps bulging next to her head, the exertion not seeming to bother him at all.

  For some reason she couldn’t explain, a pulse of raw, white hot need coursed through her.

  “I love you,” she said in a release of breath as her sex started to pound. “Please make love to me.”

  His swoon-worthy, lopsided grin made her stomach flip-flop. “This turns you on?” he said as he lowered down to kiss her.

  As their lips touched, she wrapped her arms around him and squeezed him with her thighs, feeling his erection against her and wanting it inside of her. Wanted to join with him in a loving, intimate way unlike she’d ever joined with anyone. If virginity was a matter of choice, she chose him to be her first.

  His muscles rippled as he pushed himself back up, his push-up perfect despite her hanging off of him like a spider monkey. “It’s your show, love.”

  Before she knew what was happening, one of his arms came around her, and they were spinning. She felt one moment of dizziness and incredible anxiety before he settled on the bed and she landed on his chest. The blankets wrestled their legs and the bed groaned miserably.

  “That could’ve been better planned.” Greg grinned as he ran his hands up her chest and cupped her breasts. “I have a condom in my jeans pocket for whenever you need it. Or if. Otherwise, c’mere.”

  He pulled her down onto his chest and kissed her while feeling her butt. She pushed up over him a little, moving her lower half in a circle to feel his hardness against her. Her lips rocked against him. His hands grasped her breasts again, rubbing her nipples.

  The cold from earlier now felt great against her fevered body. She bent, putting her lips on his hard stomach. He flexed, the effect tugging on her core. She licked and bit up through the groove in his muscles, feeling with her palms. She circled a nipple with her tongue before gently closing it between her teeth.

  “Oooh. That’s nice.” His thumbs rubbed her skin as his hands moved up and down her arms.

  She sucked in the other nipple as she adjusted her straddle, not able to ignore the pounding in her core. She grabbed the base of his shaft and rose up, directing his head down her center and then bracing at her opening. She pushed down just a little, the pressure sending tingles through her body. Need pumped into her.

  Here it goes.

  Putting a shaking hand on his shoulder, she connected with his eyes, seeing the flash of fear there. What he had to be afraid of, she had no idea. With a small smile at his absurdity, she sat down.

  Her world blew up in colors.

  “Ooohhhh…” Her breath leaked out of her opened lips as Greg’s fingers squeezed her hips, lightly shaking. Full to bursting, his length stretched her gloriously. Pleasure so deep and pure it radiated through her body and made her eyes flutter.

  “Ohhh…” Another breath before she rocked forward, feeling his girth slide against her, firing points of exquisite sensation. “Ohhh…” It’s all she could say. All she could moan.

  She rocked back before rising a little and sitting back down, so deep. So full.

  “Fuck.” Breathing harder now, she dropped her head back and gyrated her hips, focused on that internal feeling. On the tremble of his hands. The fast rise and fall of his chest.

  He was wigging out.

  A smile curling her lips, she rose slowly, then came down hard, the gush of pleasure forcing a loud moan from her throat. Up again, dragging his length out of her, then a hard sit, forcing him back in.

  “This….is…” Up again, faster now, feeling the ever-present winding. The small bursts getting bigger. Tingles up her core spreading warmth through her middle and then out to her limbs. “Fucking you is…”

  “Sweet heavens,” she heard, mumbled agony.

  A hard sit had her bed groaning. She rocked forward, then up and down, before rolling her hips in a circle, getting a feel for all the movement before doing it again, harder. Faster.

  She rose and sat, again, arching back until her hair brushed his upper thighs. The bed groaned as loudly as Greg was as she ro
cked her hips, faster even, working him inside of her. It felt so good. So, so good.

  “Fuck me, Greg,” she said in a bold voice, diving to the bed and yanking his arm with her.

  “Protection?” he asked with a rough voice, climbing on top of her and thrusting into her body.

  “Ohhhhhh….” She clutched onto his shoulders and wrapped her legs around his middle. His thrust hit new places, battering her pleasantly, no fear or pain. Just love. “On…the…harder!”

  “Fuck, Christie, you are so hot.” Greg’s hard body, hot and slick, lay down over her. His hips moved against her, searing his length into her.

  “On…the…pill,” she said again, rocking up to meet his plunges. Sparks of sensation blasted through her body. She squeezed with her thighs and rubbed her taut nipples against his hard chest.

  The bed started to groan rhythmically to their movements. Her moans matched. Her body wound up, tighter. Liquid fire flowed through her and pooled low, burning hotter with each thrust.

  She arched up again, unable to take it. The pleasure so sharp it cut. So sweet it ached.

  “I…love…you,” Greg panted, laboring now, his delicious body slick with sweat despite the chill.

  She kissed him hard, the movements getting smaller. More intense. Her muscles flaring, bracing. Ready.

  “Oh!” The world splintered, blasting her with a climax so consuming, so glorious, she lost all awareness. Her brain was a buzz. Her body shook, the pleasure vibrating through her.

  Greg groaned over her then squeezed her tight, his movements becoming jerky as he climaxed.

  And still the pleasure vibrated, way better than his fingers, especially since he was still inside of her.

  Something otherworldly glowed in her chest, consuming her in a way she never wanted to go away. “Yes, I’ll move in with you.”

  He moved just a bit so most of his weight was off of her, but he was still inside of her, and heaved a relaxed sigh. “I win.”

  “Rub it in, why don’t you. Jerk.”

  “Let’s not bring any of your furniture. I have a feeling this bed was thinking about breaking.”

  “I’ll fix up yours.”

  “Thank you.” He kissed her, sweet and loving. After a quiet moment he said, “Why are you on the pill if…”

  “Since the…thing. I didn’t ever want…”

  He kissed her, stilling her lips. He backed off a moment before resting his head beside her. In a sweet voice, he said, “Now shhh. I’m tired,”

  “When will round two be?”

  “Middle of the night, probably.”

  She smiled and shifted, hating that he slipped out of her, but loving that she could snuggle up into him. Loving that they had done this. Finally. It had taken her a long time to see that had been future was standing in front of her the whole time.

  Epilogue

  “Hey baby.” Greg kissed her on the temple as he put his arm around her shoulders. He sighed in fatigue as he looked out over the eating crowd. “How’s it going?”

  Christie threaded her hand around his waist as the staff at the ranch ate their last meal of the season. “Great. I stuck to their favorite this time.” Her BBQ creation was a ranch favorite, requested every Friday when she did the dinners. As she had a bunch of other things she wanted to try, she only complied some of the time.

  “I tattled on your landlord.” Greg stepped forward and grabbed a rib off of the table. After taking a bite, he said, “Hmm. Is this a new recipe?”

  “Yeah, I switched the dry rub up so it complimented the BBQ sauce a little more. They taste even better when you eat them one after the other.”

  Greg finished the rib as quickly as he finished all her dinners so he could grab a piece of brisket with his bare fingers.

  “What’d he say?” Christie asked, grabbing a plate and loading it up for Greg. Otherwise he’d just stand there at pick at the items one by one. Scooping up potato salad with two fingers was gross as well as unhygienic, something she’d had to tell half a dozen people already.

  “From what I heard, he told the building inspector to go fuck himself. I’d say you could probably sue if you wanted to.”

  Christie waved the thought away. She hadn’t stayed there since the night Greg and her had first made love. There were a few reasons for this, of course. One was that they’d broken her bed in the middle of the night when they’d woken up desperate for each other. Sleeping on a tilt was uncomfortable. Another was that it was chilly, tiny, and, quite frankly, the layout was weird. The most important was that she wanted to be with him all the time, feeling the hum of acceptance and love every time she touched him. She missed him when he wasn’t around, and since she put up with it all day, she wouldn’t stand to do so at night.

  His furniture had all received her special touch, and his decorations had seen a total make-over. His house could easily rival Mike’s now on material possessions alone, or so Greg and Sara thought, and what’s more, it was sturdy. It didn’t need nails, glue and Duck tape to stay together. They complimented each other in so many ways.

  “Can you get away for a while?” Greg asked before stuffing a piece of beef into his mouth.

  “Maybe we should stay in the vicinity of someone who knows the Heimlich…”

  “C’mon.” He waved her away from the table, nodding at Noah as they passed.

  “Excellent, as usual,” Noah said, saluting with a rib.

  “Hey guys.” Sara beamed from the picnic table. Mike held up a BBQ covered finger in hello as he continued chewing.

  “We on for this weekend?” Christie asked as she slipped her hand into Greg’s.

  “Mike wants to go.” She hooked a thumb toward Mike.

  “Proud papa can’t leave you alone for three seconds, huh?” Greg asked with a smirk.

  “Just wait, man.” Mike shook his head, keeping the rib he’d been gnawing on close to his mouth. “It’s primal. No other explanation. Need to protect the offspring. Like a bear.”

  “Or a cave man.” Sara scooped up some beans with a put-upon expression.

  Mike grunted as he ripped some meat off the bone.

  “What were you gals planning?” Greg asked as he led Christie away.

  “We were going to go nursery shopping. Sara wants to get my opinion.”

  They walked through the trees, the destination clear. “You tired of me already? Going to try and throw me off the cliff?” Christie ducked under a branch, still holding Greg’s hand.

  “Am I that obvious?” He helped her over a log before they finally emerged on the small ledge he’d originally thought she’d been about to jump from. A brown blanket with a couple of holes covered the ground, lumpy from the rocks, and a bottle of champagne was chilling in a beat-up, white cooler.

  As she got closer, though, she realized that the holes were perfectly round and not frayed, suggesting they had recently been created with scissors. The cooler, with its smears of dirt and the few dents it had, was perfectly white everywhere else. A tag was handing off of the far handle, suggesting it was brand new and made to look beat up. The bottle of champagne was the expensive stuff, and he hadn’t tried to bang that up. Thankfully.

  “For a trashy lady from a trashy guy.” With his handsome grin, he held her hand while she sat before sitting beside her.

  “A new wagon!” Christie ran her fingers along the collapsed wagon, not purposely beat up like everything else.

  “It’s a lazy wagon, though. It only likes to haul short distances. Anything else it’ll hand over to my truck.”

  “It sounds very sensible, this wagon.” Christie smiled gratefully.

  The champagne popped, the cork shooting out over the edge.

  “What’s the occasion? A season completed?” Christie held a champagne flute while he poured. “Or because I’m officially moving in with you next week and you are rubbing in being right? Because that’s kind of a dick move. Nobody likes a know-it-all.”

  He filled his own before holding up a black, velv
et box.

  Her stomach filled with butterflies before flip-flopping. Tingles ran her body and her mouth dropped open. She looked into his beautiful dusty green eyes, and saw all the love she felt humming in her body.

  “Christie Smith, I adore you. You are my best friend, my soul-mate, and someone I can fight over the remote with. I love you so incredibly much, and for me, there will never be another one like you. Will you do me the honor of being my wife?”

  “Oh my God.” Tears sprang up as her heart surged. That someone like him, who could have anyone, who was better than any man she’d ever met, would want her forever, was…unbelievable. A dream she was afraid of waking up from. “Yes, Greg. Yes!”

  He smiled, but didn’t open the box. “So…here’s the thing…normal guys would’ve waited until they had all their ducks in a row. But…I couldn’t. So this is a for now ring.”

  “I don’t even need a ring, Greg. You want to marry me. That’s enough. More than I ever hoped would happen to me.”

  “Don’t be daft. Of course you need a ring, otherwise the boys will think you’re available.” He gave his lopsided grin again as he opened the box.

  A strange sort of rock sparkled at her. It was attached to a rose gold band that brought out a distinct shimmer in the…stone?

  “I realize this isn’t what people mean when they say they have a huge rock…” Greg said, bringing out a small laugh from Christie. “But our life isn’t about money. It’s isn’t about material possessions. It’s about being happy and chasing our dreams. I want us to support each other as we do that together. This…stone…thing, is a symbol of that. It’s the rock that Otis saw on the path. I had a ring made out of. It’s the reason you flew off your horse, and the thing that led us to our first kiss. That kiss cemented that I am yours, and this place we sit now cemented that you are mine.”

  She wiped away a tear. “It’s perfect.”

  “Well…I mean…it’s a rock. I’ll get you another ring, but I thought—”

  “No. It’s beautiful. Is it crystal?” He shrugged. “Well, I love it. It fits.”

  He huffed out a laugh. “We’ll talk about that later. But this is…more important. I did something without asking you. The implications of this mean that we’ll have to put off buying the larger house for a couple years. And probably put off having a wedding for a while. But…” He shrugged. “It’s an investment, and I think we need to invest in it.” His brow scrunched and he shook his head.