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Shane scans me from my feet to the top of my head before a smirk lines his lips. “Sure, Sunshine. I can get you dirty before I get you clean again.”
He comes for me then. He grabs me around the waist and slams his mouth down to mine. We’re in a frenzy of limbs and flying clothes. Once Shane has me completely naked, he lifts me into his arms and carries me into the bathroom. He doesn’t set me down until we’re in the shower.
He blocks my body from the spray when he turns on the water. Once it’s warm enough, he turns around, his erection standing proudly away from his body. I shiver, but not from the cold of being naked.
He’s beautiful. From the muscles that bunch in his forearms to the lines of his abdomen, he’s everything a girl could dream of. I reach for him and pull him down into another soul-crushing kiss. When I finally come up for air, I grab his thick shaft and slowly, ever so slowly, stroke him from base to tip.
The groan that Shane makes has my pussy flooding with wetness. I squeeze my thighs together to relieve some of the ache. Shane reaches out for me, but I bypass his touch and fall to my knees.
I want to taste him. He’s gone down on me a few times, and it’s one of the most pleasurable sensations I’ve ever experienced. I want to return the favor now.
Nerves hit me when I come face to face with the little drop of liquid that beads on his tip. I’ve never done this before and I’m terrified of doing it wrong. Shane’s finger presses under my chin, tilting my head until he’s looking into my eyes. All I see there is devotion. “You don’t have to.” He says.
“I want to,” I tell him.
I take a deep breath and his leather and citrus scent hits my nostrils. I swear it’s like he’s emitting pheromones that only I can smell. My pussy clenches again.
I lean forward and, using my tongue, I remove the bead of moisture that’s been taunting me. The flavor of Shane bursts in my mouth, salty and sweet. Shane releases a breath he must have been holding. He keeps his arms down at his sides, fists clenched.
I lick the same path my hand took earlier. My tongue flattens against his skin. He’s hot, smooth, and so hard. When I wrap my mouth around him, Shane groans deep in his throat. I take him in as far as I can before I gag. Then I pull back and wrap my hand around the area I can’t reach with my mouth. I suckle him and, when I’m more comfortable, I bob my head up and down.
Shane’s hand makes its way to my hair. He brushes it off my face and praises me. “You’re doing so good, baby. So good.” He moans. His hands weave into my long locks, but he doesn’t force me. He just leaves them there like he needs something to hold on to.
My confidence builds and I squeeze him harder as I suck. His fists clench in my hair. “Baby, unless you want me to come in your mouth, you need to stop.” He says, attempting to pull me away gently.
Do I want him to come in my mouth? Yes. Yes, I do. I keep going. “You want to swallow me down, baby?” He asks. I make a noise of affirmation. “Then look at me. Let me see your eyes when I come down your throat.”
I look up at him. His pupils are blown wide. He takes over, moving his hips forward to force more of himself into my mouth. “Grab my balls, sweetheart. Yes. Just like that, Sunshine.” He praises. “Now open your mouth.” He orders.
I do as I’m told. He strokes himself as he pulls away, causing his release to land on my tongue and lips. I swallow it down and lick my lips, ensuring I leave not a drop to be wasted.
Shane helps me up from the shower floor. He lifts me and I wrap my legs around his waist. He kisses me and our tongues tangle together. I know he can taste himself. I can feel him hardening against me again and when I moan into his mouth, he turns us and pushes me back into the cold tile.
I gasp from the coolness on my back but quickly forget it when Shane thrusts his heavy cock against me. “Forget the shower. We can get back to it later.” He says as he reaches behind himself and turns the water off.
“What about dinner?” I ask.
“We’ll order room service.” He responds as he carries me out of the bathroom and lays me out on the bed. We’re both wet from the water, but neither of us seems to care as Shane comes down on top of me. He brushes my hair away from my face. “I love you,” he tells me.
“And I love you,” I respond.
Shane melds our bodies together and enters me slowly. He twines our fingers together on either side of my head. Our bodies move together as he thrusts deeply, his pelvis grinding into my clit with perfect precision. I close my eyes and throw my head back. He uses my position to kiss down my throat and bite down gently.
My orgasm hits like a slow caress to my system, but Shane isn’t done. He whispers words of love to me as he continues. I come three more times before he finally finds his release. His forehead lies on mine as we look at each other. “I can’t wait to make you my wife.”
We miss our dinner reservations and don’t order room service until late in the night. I fell asleep that night with a smile on my face and the man I love wrapped around me.
The next day we were married at sunset overlooking the lake. It was just the two of us, the minister, and a couple of witnesses from the reservation the casino sat on. It was beautiful, but I wished my dad had been there.
Shane promised me a real wedding with all those we loved and cared for in attendance. Just another promise shattered. I sigh in frustration. I haven’t thought about any of this for so long. I don’t want to be thinking about it now, but here I am. I wonder if Shane remembers the day we became husband and wife. Does he remember the night before?
I push the somber thoughts aside. It’s my job to tell Ellen and Manuel about the will. I want to offer reassurance that they aren’t going anywhere. I want to reassure everyone that the ranch will keep running just as it has. Papers in hand, I go searching for Ellen first. Manuel will be out in the fields.
I’m diverted from my search by a very distraught little girl. Dakota sobs. Massive sobs racked her tiny body. “Baby, what’s wrong?” I ask getting on my knees and pulling her into my arms.
After a minute, she pulls herself together. “The horsie mama. The horsie is sick.” My baby’s heart breaks for her. She’s so innocent and her heart is so big.
“Is Manuel with the horse?” I ask.
