Iris' eyes are dark with desire, her lips parted as she breathes heavily. I lean in and kiss her, our tongues dancing together in a sensual rhythm. Iris moans into my mouth, her hands gripping my shoulders tightly. I deepen the kiss, my tongue exploring every inch of her mouth as our bodies press closer together. Her hands slide down my back, her nails digging into my skin as she pulls me even closer. The fire crackles in the background, the heat of the flames warming our bodies as we kiss. I pull away, my eyes locking with hers as I trace my fingers down her neck, around to her back, and to the clasp of her bra. With a flick of my wrist, the bra falls away, exposing her perfect breasts.
Iris gasps as I cup one in my hand, my thumb rubbing circles over her nipple. She arches her back, her eyes fluttering closed as she moans my name. I lean down and take her nipple into my mouth, sucking gently as I run my tongue over the sensitive flesh. Her hands tangle in my hair, pulling me closer as she moans my name over and over again. I switch to her other breast, lavishing it with the same attention as the first. Her body shakes with desire, her hips thrusting forward as she seemingly tries to find release. I pull away, my eyes meeting hers as I unbutton her jeans. Her hands tremble as she helps me push them down her legs, revealing her lacy thong. I hook my fingers into the waistband and pull it down, exposing her wet pussy. Iris's cheeks flush as she realizes I can see her arousal, but I don't care. I want her more than I've ever wanted anything in my life.
I drop to my knees in front of her, my eyes never leaving hers. Her breath catches in her throat as I run my fingers up and down her inner thighs, my touch gentle but firm. She shivers as I lean in and run my tongue over her slit, a low moan escaping her lips. She falls back onto the bed, her legs opening wide for me as I move closer. Her hands grip my hair tightly as I take one long swipe with my tongue and then relentlessly focus on her clit. Her moans grow louder, her thighs press against my cheeks, but I push them to the bed and hold her in place before sliding a finger inside her. Her walls clench around me as I pump in and out of her. Her nails dig into my scalp as her body shakes with pleasure.
"Oh fuck... Angel..."
I don't respond with words. Instead, I let my actions speak for me. My tongue works its magic on her swollen clit while my finger continues its relentless pace inside of her until she can't hold on any longer. She moans loudly as she comes undone in my mouth, and I almost come in my pants at the sound...
But I'm not done with her yet. Not even close.
I look up at her flushed face, a smirk playing on my lips as I say, "You taste so fucking good, baby. I want to lick that sweet pussy some more. You up for that?" She nods frantically, so I continue where we left off, tasting every inch of her until she's trembling again beneath me. This time when she comes apart in my mouth a second time, it's with a scream that echoes through the empty house. For a second, I almost wonder if my brothers can hear her at their houses, but I don't give a fuck who hears us. She's mine and there's going to be no doubt left in her mind if there was any there at all.
I stand up slowly, admiring the sight before me. Iris lying there naked, her body drenched with a mixture of rainwater and sweat as she tries desperately to catch her breath. She catches me off guard as she sits up and reaches for the waistband of my jeans and pulls me to her. The next moment, she's got them unbuttoned and pushing them down over my hips. My cock juts forward, standing at full attention, as she goes to her knees in front of me.
Iris gazes at me, her eyes wide with a mixture of awe and desire. She wraps her hand around my shaft, and I swear under my breath, the sensation almost too intense.
"Easy, baby," I whisper, but when she starts to pull back, I quickly amend. "Don't stop."
My fingers thread through her damp hair as she leans in and slips her tongue over the head of my cock. The sensation has me gripping her hair tighter than intended but she doesn't complain. In fact, she moans around me, sending vibrations straight down to my core.
She takes as much of me into her mouth as she can manage until I'm resting at the back of her throat. Her eyes flick up to meet mine and that sight, her on her knees in front of the roaring fireplace, glossy lips stretched around my length, almost makes me lose control.
But I pull away. As much as I want to lose myself in her mouth, that's not how I want this night to end. I pull her up and sit on the edge of the bed, pulling her onto my lap so she straddles me.
"I gotta get inside that pussy," I say huskily, looking into her eyes.
Her breath hitches as she nods, reaching her hand between us to guide my hard length to her entrance. The sensation of entering her is like nothing else in this world. Her walls clamp down on me, stretching to accommodate me but fitting me like a glove.
I grip her waist and guide her movements, our bodies falling into a rhythm that's as old as time itself. Slowly at first, then faster, harder, until we're both desperate for more.
Her fingers claw at my back as I thrust into her again and again. She tosses her head back with a guttural moan, her throat arched in a perfect curve.
"Angel," she pants between gasps, a plea and a prayer all in one name. "Don't stop... Please..."
Flipping her over onto her back, I lean in, capturing her lips with mine even as my hips continue to pump against her. I can feel every tremor that courses through her body, each shiver that runs down her spine. Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me tighter against her.
I feel the coil inside me tighten, the pressure building to an unbearable point. It's been too long, too much anticipation and need wrapped up in this moment. But I won't let go until she does.
"Come for me, baby," I whisper into her ear, my voice gruff from arousal and exertion.
Her body stiffens beneath me, her back arching off the bed as a strangled cry escapes from between her parted lips. Her inner muscles clench around my length in a rhythmic pattern that has me seeing stars behind my eyelids.
All at once, the world narrows down to just us. The heat from the fire, the wetness of her against me, the taste of her on my lips as she comes on my dick... It all blends together in a potent mix that has me tipping over the edge. With a grunt, I spill myself inside her, the pleasure so intense I almost black out.
For a moment, we lay here entwined, panting heavily as we come down from our high. I pull out slowly, rolling onto my back and pulling Iris into my side, her head resting comfortably against my chest. We lay here silently, our bodies slick with sweat and sex. The only sounds are the crackling of the fire and our breathing as it begins to even out.
"I love you," I say suddenly, breaking the silence. There's no fanfare or buildup. Just three simple words spoken into the quiet room.
Iris props herself up on one elbow, looking down at me with wide eyes. Her mouth opens, then closes, and for a moment I worry that she might not return the sentiment. But then she smiles, her eyes sparkling with love, and my heart lurches in my chest.
"I love you too, Angel," she whispers, leaning in to press a soft kiss against my lips.
A wave of relief washes over me, leaving me feeling light and giddy. I pull her closer, wrapping my arms around her as if I could fuse our bodies together. I savor the warmth of her skin against mine and the scent of her hair filling the air.
And in this moment, I know that this is where I want to be for the rest of my life, with Iris in my arms, lost in a world where nothing matters but the two of us.
Epilogue
The porch wood creaks under my feet as I stare out into the vast wilderness that surrounds our cozy cabin. We've been on the road for months, crisscrossing states, chasing adventures, and finding little corners of the world to call ours for a night or two. But this place in upstate New York, with its towering trees and tranquil silence, is special. It's here that I realize it's time.
Angel emerges from the cabin, his frame filling the doorway. Neither of us have much in the way of clothes on. Me in my sundress and him in just his jeans.
“Hey,” he says softly, wrapping an arm around my waist. “You've been out here a while. Everything okay?”
I nod, but there's a fluttering in my stomach that isn't just nerves.
It's a tiny spark of life we created together somewhere along our travels. I've suspected for a few weeks but found out for sure just after dawn.
“My love,” I begin, turning to face him, my voice steady despite the emotions swelling within me. “It's time to go home.”
He looks at me with those piercing green eyes, a frown tugging at his lips. “Already? Are you not having fun anymore?”
I cut him off with a kiss, soft but full of all the words I'm about to say. Pulling back, I smile up at him. “No, I'm having the best time of my life.”
He exhales in relief but still seems confused by my sudden desire to end our travels early.
“We're married,” he says with a chuckle, trying to lighten the mood. It had been just the two of us and everything I could’ve ever hoped for. “Living our dream life out here in the wild. Why do you want to leave it now?”
