Page 79 of Your Love

“Fuck,” he hisses through gritted teeth as I take him as deep as I can, coating his cock with saliva and causing my eyes to water. He moans in approval as I continue working his shaft and begin to suck and tug on his balls.

Suddenly he pulls me up and tosses me onto the bed. “I’m not coming in your mouth, Wildflower. I’ve waited too long to be inside you again,” he says.

Suddenly, he stops. “I don’t have a condom,” he says with tightness in his voice. “I wasn’t prepared for this.”

“I’m on the pill. I haven’t been with anyone,” I pant.

“I’ve been tested since, well, you know,” he says, trying not to ruin the moment with talk of his ex-fiancée. This is an important conversation to have, and I won’t allow anyone to come between us again.

“There doesn’t have to be anything between us,” I tell him, and we both know I’m talking about more than a condom.

He settles his hips between my legs and lines himself up with my entrance. The breath leaves my lungs as he feeds himself into me, one slow inch at a time. By the time he’s fully sheathed, I’m begging him to go faster and harder.

As he moves faster, I can only lay there, taking everything he has to give. It feels so good that I never want it to end. He shifts his angle and snaps his hips as I feel myself begin to tremble again.

“That’s it, Baby,” he breathes as he reaches down and rubs my clit. “I need to feel you come on my cock.”

I explode around him, convulsing and quivering as my limbs cease to work. I see stars as the sensations overtake me, and I scream through the most intense orgasm of my life.

“Yes,” Landry breaths huskily as he quickens his pace, running toward his release. He thrusts furiously as my entire body moves with him, sliding up and down on the bed’s comforter. All I can do is hold on while he takes what he needs.

I drop my head back and give in to the feeling as he thrusts faster and faster until finally, he stills, emptying inside of me. He continues to hold me, my arms wrapped tightly around his neck, and his hands frame my face, and he places his forehead against mine.

He carefully pulls out of me and gazes at me with a reverence I’ve never seen before. There’s a moment where we just look at one another in awe of what just happened.

“Landry,” I say softly, staring into his amber eyes. “I love you.”

He places a soft kiss on my lips. “I love you, Wildflower. We’re never going to be apart again.”

I know in my heart what he says is true. We’ve been through so much to get here. There is nothing that’s going to stop me from living my fairytale with Christian Landry.

The End

Epilogue

“Good Riddance (Time Of Your Life)” Landry - Age 25, 1995... 2 year later

“Istill can’t believe you’re the first one of us to get married,” I say, looking over at the beautiful brown-haired woman next to me. She currently has a scowl on her face, but I don’t think it’s directed at me necessarily. If I had to guess, I would say it’s directed at her new husband, who is currently on the dance floor doing some sort of pop-and-lock routine to a song by Marky Mark and The Funky Bunch.

“Do you think I married an idiot, Landry?” Sash asks with a sly smile, gesturing towards her husband.

“I think you made the perfect choice for yourself, Sash,” I reply, trying not to laugh. “And not just because he knocked you up. Although, he did manage to do that quite successfully.”

Sash lets out a snort of amusement. “Thanks for that, Captain Obvious. I had to get my dress altered last week just to fit into it.” As she speaks, she lovingly rubs her growing baby bump.

She looks absolutely radiant. Her once jet-black hair, now tinted with natural shades of brown, frames her face perfectly and complements her emerald-green eyes.

True to her unique style, Sasha has chosen a light purple dress instead of the traditional white for her wedding day.

Taz chose to wear a white tuxedo with lilac accents to match her dress. I don’t have the heart to tell him he looks like a pimp. We all know it, but the truth is he would consider it a compliment if someone said something, so we’re remaining quiet on the issue.

As if on cue, Taz strolls over from the dance floor with a glass of champagne in hand. He placed a kiss on Sascha’s cheek. “How’s my beautiful wife?” A warm smile spreads across Sasha’s face as she looks at him with love shining in her eyes, momentarily melting away any annoyance she had there a few minutes ago.

“I’m fine. I just wish we didn’t have to do these ridiculous traditions,” she says with a sigh.

Ivy interjects, “There’s nothing ridiculous about throwing your bouquet. It’s a lovely tradition.”

Rolling her eyes, Sash retorts, “Why can’t I just hand it to you and be done with it? You’re probably the next one in line anyway.”