He lifts me, spinning me once, and the whole dock rattles.
We’re both laughing, and then I’m crying, and the tears are cold on my cheeks in the night air.
He sets me down, and I grab his face and kiss him, open and desperate. His tongue is hot and sweet, tasting of wine and chocolate and everything that matters.
He pulls the tablecloth off in one wild motion, sending plates spinning, and spreads it on the dock behind us. He drops to his knees, pulling me down with him, and the world tips sideways. Oh wow, now? But it seems that my gorgeous fiancé is hungry, and acting on his desire.
His hands are everywhere, rough and gentle at the same time, sliding under the hem of my dress, finding my thighs, my ass, the small of my back. The fabric pools around my waist, and the chill prickles my skin to life.
He kisses my neck, my collarbone, the space between my breasts. His breath is hot, and I arch into it, wanting more.
“Yes,” I breathe. “Mmmm, yes.”
He pulls my dress down, baring my large breasts to the moonlight. They’re ivory and huge, with pink-cherry tips, and he looks at them, stricken, for a moment.
“Fuck baby, you’re so beautiful,” he rasps, palming the large orbs in his hands. “How did I get so lucky?”
Then, he sucks my nipple, biting just enough to make me gasp, and his hands pin me to the boards, fingers leaving bruises in the best way.
He slides his jeans down, and his cock is thick and hard, already leaking for me. I run my hand over it, savoring the power, the need, delighting in the veins. He grinds against my hip, desperate, losing control in a way that’s new and beautiful.
“I need you, sweetheart,” he rasps, blue eyes blazing. “I’m sorry, I can’t wait.”
He pushes my thighs apart, kneeling between them, and rubs the head of his cock against my slit. The sensation is electric—the cool air on my skin, the roughness of the dock, the heat of him lining up at my entrance.
“Yes, Hunter,” I breathe. “Stretch me. Make me feel it.”
He enters me in one slow, perfect push. I savor every inch, every pulse, the two of us joined and hungry.
We move together, rocking on the tablecloth, the candles flickering in the night. His hands on my hips, my nails in his back, the slap of skin on skin echoing across the water.
He fucks me hard, then slow, then hard again, like he’s never going to get enough.
“You’re mine,” he growls in my ear.
“Yes,” I moan. “Always.”
The climax builds slow, a tidal wave gathering at the horizon. I cling to him, feeling his cock thicken, his rhythm picking up in urgency. I spread my legs wider, welcoming him.
He kisses me, biting my lip. “Come for me, sweetheart.”
I do. I shatter around him, muscles clenching, toes curling, the whole universe collapsing to the point where our bodies meet. My pussy pulses as I let out a delighted scream, heat arching through my sweetest spot.
“Oh!” I shriek. “Unnn, yes!”
He follows, roaring into my neck, filling me with heat.
“Fuck!” he bites out, cock jerking and pulsing as he sprays my fertile fields with gallons of hot white. “Fuck fuck fuck!”
We cry and scream some more, the pleasure overcoming us. My body milks his for every last drop, savoring the stretch, the fullness, and his utter masculinity. Then, we fall back, spent, the world spinning. The dock creaks under us, but neither of us cares.
Hunter wraps us in the tablecloth, holds me close, and kisses the top of my head.
The moon is high, the lake a mirror, and the ring on my finger glows with its own pale blue light.
I laugh, breathless and wild.
He looks down at me, eyes clear as the stone, and smiles.