“I can’t believe a florist wanted a simple courthouse step wedding. We had the perfect place and you would have got one heck of a discount from this popular flower shop,” Hunter teases as he wraps his arms around her waist.
“And simple was perfect.”
He hums and kisses her exposed collarbone. She wore a simple white dress and sandals, while Hunter wore a button down with jeans. He bought a new cowboy hat for the occasion, but aside from that, it was just their everyday look, and Dahlia couldn’t have asked for anything more.
“You didn’t just do it because of me? Honest?” he asks, and Dahlia spins in his arms to face him.
“I did it for me, solider. Promise. Now your parents have Faith for the night, leaving us here, all alone. Do you remember the first time your brought me here?” she asks, running her fingers down the buttons one by one, undoing them.
“You mean when I caught you trespassing and saved you from a mountain lion? You thought I was a murderer.” He laughs and Dahlia joins him.
“I meant after that…after dinner, in your bed.”
His moan vibrates through his chest against her hands. He grips her ass and jerks her dress up to reveal the lace lingerie underneath. “I knew then that you were something to be worshiped, little flower. And I wanted to make sure I was the only one to ever taste you, feel you, to bury my cock into from then on.”
Dahlia’s stomach clenches and she pushes his shirt off his shoulder, revealing his scared, muscular chest and torso. “So certain of what you want,” she muses. He slowly drags the zipper down the back of her dress and shoves it to the floor around her feet.
“I want you, now, little flower.” He unbuckles his pants and pushes them down his thighs. The left pant leg get tangles on his prosthetic and Dahlia runs her fingers down his thigh to where the plastic starts. She massages slowly, awarding herself a groan from her soldier. After she pushes the pants all the way down and off, she reaches for his boxers and does the same.
She reaches for his cock, but he grabs her wrist and pulls her to her feet. “You can suck later, but right now, I want to bury my cock and come in my wife.”
“Say that again,” Dahlia breathes out.
“My wife,” he smirks and leads her to the bed. He pushes her back, her lingerie creating a road map to all the places he wants to explore.
“My husband,” she mewls as he ghosts his finger across the lace thong. His cock jumps in anticipation to feel her warmth squeezing around him.
He pulls her thong to the side and grazes the tip of his cock from her ass to her clit, coating it in her desire that’s nearly dripping from her.
“So wet for me, little flower.” He slides in between her legs, and doesn’t stop until his balls press against her ass. His body shudders as he demands movement and Dahlia rocks her hips, her body begging for the same.
“You’re mine,” he says in time with a thrust of his hips. She cries out at how he stretches her and fills her completely. He grabs her left hand and bends to press his lips to the two rings that sit there. “To our forever,” he vows.
“Hunter,” she moans and moves her other hand to her aching clit.
“Yes, little flower?” he kisses her abdomen, pushing her to the edge of insanity.
“Please,” she begs, arching her back and pressing the back of her head into the comforter.
He straightens and grips around her thigh, pulling her closer to him. “Forever my little flower,” he whispers. His fingers tighten around her legs and he slams into her, causing her to cry out and work her clit faster. He’ll take it slow later. He’ll make sure she is for thoroughly sated she won’t be able to walk tomorrow. They’ll go again and again tonight, her cries of pleasure keeping the forest awake.
Right now, he pounds into her, their skin slapping against each other. She shatters on her back, her pussy pulsing and urging his cock to fill her with his cum.
“Fuck, you’re so tight around me,” he moans as his balls tighten. He grips her legs and thrusts deep as his cock throbs from his release. She wraps her legs around his waist and Hunter hovers over his on his forearms, their lips brushing as they breathe.
“I love you, solider,” she tells him, wanting this moment to be branded into her mind forever.
“I’ll never stop,” he responds and kisses her sweetly. “Ready for round two?” he asks, pulling back and hauling her to her feet.
“Show me what you got,” she says with fire in her eyes.
If you told her, this is what her future would look like. A man who loves everything about her with such passion that he can’t get enough, a daughter she never expected, and a florist that she can’t wait to see Faith working in one day…she’d called you a crazy. Because nobody could ever love a workaholic, independent woman. But Hunter proves her wrong every day, and she loves every minute of it.