He wriggled her out of her frock, and when she pointed to his chest with a half-smile, he began to slide his arms out of his jacket. When her finger motioned downward, he untied his cravat and unbuttoned his waistcoat and shirt, taking off the rest of his top layers.
Standing before her, chest bare, her smile widened. He could imagine those lips in a number of places. One of which was growing intensely hard. So when she crooked her finger and beckoned him closer, there was no hesitation.
He kneeled over her and weaved his hand through her hair. “You’re beautiful, Bodi.”
A small blush crept up her neck and he followed its path, wondering where it would end. Just above her breasts, he soon discovered. But that didn’t inhibit his explorations downward. His kisses meandered south toward her two rolling hills and their peaks. Each one he took his time with. When he looked up at her half-lidded eyes, her moan and her hand in his hair directed him southward.
And if a man could climb the mountains, he could delight in the valleys.
Slowly he trailed his tongue down her soft, creamy stomach. Soft to lick, but firm to touch. His warrior was strong. He felt her flex as his tongue continued its journey. And there he found the soft tight curls and dewy mons where he lapped up her sweet nectar. God, she tasted divine.
“Wesley,” she whimpered.
He longed to hear more. He could never hear enough.
“Mmm…you taste so good.” He licked down her lips, into the valley and up the other side. Her moaning called to him.
“Not yet, Bodi.”
He squeezed her bottom and she arched up into his face. Her desire set him ablaze and he found her sweet core, licking and sucking, until she nearly bucked him off.
Her panting, eager breaths quickened and then she gasped.
Her hands were grappling at his biceps, trying to yank him up and closer to her. “I want to feel you, Wesley,” she whispered.
He laid himself atop her and she moaned into his shoulder. “I want to feel you inside of me, Wesley.”
Reaching down he placed his shaft at her entrance and slid inside. God, how she felt like home. She was the most perfect accident to have happened to him. He couldn’t have asked for a better counterpart. If he had tried to pick the perfect woman, he wouldn’t have known where to start.
He had been trying—in some capacity—to find the perfect woman. He thought he knew what he wanted. But there was no way he could have known what he needed. She was delight. Challenge. Sparks. Propriety. Integrity. Loyalty. She would never back down. Never quit. She epitomized what it meant to win. For she had won her fights, and she had won his heart.
It wasn’t something he had intended to give away. He had told the other three that they could plan his married life, not his love life, yet here he was. With a love life the size of…
He looked down. To see where their bodies were joined. His cock felt ginormous inside of her. He had never felt so huge, like a throbbing, aching mess. All for her. All for love.
“Wesley,” she moaned.
And he thrust inside of her.
“Uhh…”
Her sounds impelled him to move faster. Still on his knees, his hands under her bottom, he tilted her up and the angle pulled him deeper inside of her.
“Bodi, you are my home,” he growled. He need never sleep in a bed again, so long as he knew he had her.
And he watched as she shattered in his arms at the same time he spilled into her. Pure euphoria. Pure triumph. Pure love. Home.
Epilogue
The wedding wasa simple affair.
Well, simple was one word. Peculiar. Eccentric. Downright strange. Those were other words, perhaps more aptly applied to this specific ceremony. There would have been more words had the couple invited the expected crowd. But they did not.
Thanks to the special license permitting them to marry in whichever location they selected, the ceremony took place in the gymnasium. The Practice Hall. Flowers abounded. Boudicca had chosen the flowers gladiolus and nasturtium to signify victory, and hyacinth to signify sports and games. Red roses were placed to represent love, and of course there were also pink peonies which happen to mean happy life.
When the couple walked down the piste, Boudicca was on her father’s arm. Humphrey had kept his handkerchief accessible, as he found himself wiping his eyes on several occasions. The first of which was when Boudicca whispered in his ear that she had reached for her destiny and found it to be more than she could ever have dreamed. He had kissed her cheek saying she looked stunning and wouldn’t her mother be proud.
Boudicca was in all white with lace trim, wearing her mother’s dress that had been altered slightly to fit her.
