“I feel so good with you. Do you think it’s going to last? This feeling?”
I run my thumb over her cheek. “What, you’re already waiting for the other shoe to drop?”
“Maybe I just feel slightly overwhelmed by what you just did to me. I didn’t expect it to feel that good.”
I chuckle. “And we haven’t even gotten to the good stuff yet.” She moans in pleasure as I take her hand and guide her to my cock. “You like that?” I ask her.
She nods. “You’re so smooth yet so thick, so hard…”
“So hard for you,” I tell her, kissing her again as I begin to ease my cock into her sweet hole. “That’s where I belong.”
“Don’t stop,” she pants. “Please don’t stop.”
I fill her up and she moans as I go nice and deep. I already got her nice and lubed up, all good and juicy for my cock, and I’m glad. Because she’s so fucking tight, she needed to spread nice and good to be able to take what I have to offer.
I lace my fingers with hers, and our eyes lock. Earlier today I never would have imagined that tonight, I would be here, like this, with her. A woman who came to a strange place to be my wife.
Yet the word wife no longer sounds so damn terrifying. It sounds right.
We move together in a soft and gentle rhythm, her breath shallow, her eyes fluttering closed.
“You okay?” I ask.
She nods, looking into my eyes. “I’m really happy,” she whimpers back.
“Good,” I tell her. “So am I.” My cock aches as I take her, filling up her innocence and holding onto her tight.
“Oh, Hart,” she moans, deeply. She wraps her arms tight around my neck and gasps as she comes again, orgasming against me, her tight pussy tensing. I’m so fucking close too, and as her warmth wraps my cock, I can’t hold it off any longer. I come inside of her sweet hole, groaning as I do.
I want this moment to be suspended in time, something we can return to again and again. But everything is fleeting — the best we can do is memorize the moment and hold on tight.
I roll to my side, and she faces me. She runs her fingers through my beard, a sleepy smile on her face. “That was… incredible,” she sighs. “You are incredible.”
“Not just a grumpy mountain man?”
She smiles. “Maybe that too.”
I laugh, wrapping her up in my arms. “I promise to be nicer,” I tell her. “And maybe your sweetness can help me figure out how to be less of an ass to the customers.”
“Customers?” She lifts an eyebrow.
“Yeah, I took over my dad’s shop this year. Mistletoe Hardware.”
“What were you doing before?” She pulls up the sheet, covering us both.
“I was working in the woods, logging.”
“Dangerous work,” she says.
“And isolating too. I’ve never been a people person, so it suited me.”
“So I’m guessing the hardware store is stretching you in ways you didn’t anticipate?” she asks.
“Exactly. Sales are down — I know that I probably shouldn't admit that to my new wife. But it’s the truth. And I know it’s because I don’t have the same friendly attitude my dad has.”
“Well, luckily I am a people person,” she says. “Maybe I’ll be your golden ticket.”
“You know about hardware?”
She smiles. “I know enough.”
“Oh yeah? What kind of work did you do, out in Oregon?”
She runs her fingers across my chest. “Well, until my grandad passed away, I was his right-hand man.”
“Doing what?”
“He was a plumber.” She grins. “I know, you have a bride-to-be who can install a toilet. Sexy, right?”
I shake my head, running a hand over her breasts. “It’s fucking hot as hell.”
“Really?” She laughs. “I never thought of it as hot. Just handy.”
“And after he died… what did you do then?”
“It was only a few months until grandma died of a broken heart. I took care of her, and dealt with the realization that my grandparents, while sweethearts, were not very business savvy. I had no idea. Neither did my grandad. My grandma was in charge of the bookkeeping. Financially speaking, she kept how bad things were from Grandad and me. Trying to protect us. But if I had known I would have gotten another job, helped in different ways. But by the time I found out, it was too late. And when they were both gone, I lost the farm where I grew up. They were bankrupt.”
“Which is why you are here,” I say slowly.
“Exactly. Which is why I really want us to be honest with one another, Hartley. I don’t want secrets. I don’t want to be in the dark.”
“Well the hardware store isn’t close to bankruptcy, if that’s what has you worried. Hell, nothing like that.”
“Good,” she says softly. “But if things get worse, you can tell me, okay?”