clawing their way down and latching onto my ass. Gripping my cheeks tight, she pushed me deeper into her. We rocked and pumped until the buildup in our bodies exploded. Both of us shook together as we came. I felt her walls contract around my length, squeezing my cum into her womb. Our mouths connected violently, sealing our bond and seeking more pleasure.
“I love you, Ana,” I said in reverence. It was more than love, but I didn’t have the words or the brain power at the moment to tell her how much she truly meant to me or how much she made me whole again.
“I love you, Will,” she panted, placing tiny kisses all over my face.
I reluctantly pulled out of her warmth and collapsed at her side. Resting my head on her chest, I whispered promises of love and devotion. We fell asleep before I could run her a bath, but I knew our night was only just getting started.
A few hours of our bodies being wrapped up in each other had passed when I felt Ana’s ass rub against my cock. We both needed it, so I lifted her thigh and placed it behind me before sinking into her depths. Fuck, I couldn’t move for a whole minute. Her pussy sucked up and squeezed my cock tightly. “Ah,” she sighed, running her hand along my side. We quietly rocked ourselves to orgasm and passed out again.
Chapter 10
I hated that he had to get back to his regular schedule, but that was life. In a few days, we were going away on our honeymoon. I couldn’t wait. I’ve become addicted to my husband’s presence.
I met Laura in the kitchen to help with the boys’ breakfast. Because of the winter weather, they got up a little later and the day was less intense, but that didn’t stop the influx of cowboy after cowboy coming in for their meal.
“Sugar, just because we got married doesn’t mean you have to take over the cooking.”
“I didn’t do all the cooking, but I helped. I haven’t cooked in almost a year and hadn’t realized how much I missed it until today.”
“Thanks, baby.”
“Yes, thanks, Mrs. Cline.”
“Oh my goodness. I forgot that’s my last name now.”
“You better get used to it because calling you Santini will never happen again.”
“Chill out, William. I didn’t know what my last name was, so everybody has been calling me Ana.”
“I’m sorry, sugar. I’ll try not to be a dick,” he said, pulling me into his arms and kissing me like he was going to miss me. “Fuck, Ana. I’m going to miss you, but I’ve got to go to work. Next week, we have a whole week to ourselves.”
He kissed me one last time before ushering the men out with him. They all said their goodbyes, taking their time in leaving until he practically kicked them out. Laura and I laughed before cleaning up the mess at the table.
“How are you doing, Ana?” she asked as we took the plates into the kitchen.
“I’m actually doing well, all things considered.”
“Any more memories kick in?”
“Only the bad ones. I wish there were more I could remember, but so far I can’t. The only thing that plays in my head is a woman who looks exactly like me. It’s like I have the television on mute; I can’t hear a word she says. It’s killing me. I don’t know if it’s me I’m seeing and that’s why I can’t hear her, or if she’s someone else. She doesn’t feel like she would be me, but then again, all my memories are as chaotic as wild dreams. It’s like you start off in your bed then end up in the middle of the ocean on a raft.”
“I’m sorry, sweetheart. It’ll come in time.”
“Thanks, I hope that it will.”
We finished up, and then I went to our bedroom to lay in our covers. Rolling around in them, I managed to fall asleep. There was a knock on the door before it opened. My lovely man came back home. “What are you doing back so early?”
“Sugar, it’s almost supper.” He walked to the curtains and opened them. The sun was down already. I’d slept the day away.
“I can’t believe I slept all day. I’m so
“I love you, Ana,” I said in reverence. It was more than love, but I didn’t have the words or the brain power at the moment to tell her how much she truly meant to me or how much she made me whole again.
“I love you, Will,” she panted, placing tiny kisses all over my face.
I reluctantly pulled out of her warmth and collapsed at her side. Resting my head on her chest, I whispered promises of love and devotion. We fell asleep before I could run her a bath, but I knew our night was only just getting started.
A few hours of our bodies being wrapped up in each other had passed when I felt Ana’s ass rub against my cock. We both needed it, so I lifted her thigh and placed it behind me before sinking into her depths. Fuck, I couldn’t move for a whole minute. Her pussy sucked up and squeezed my cock tightly. “Ah,” she sighed, running her hand along my side. We quietly rocked ourselves to orgasm and passed out again.
Chapter 10
I hated that he had to get back to his regular schedule, but that was life. In a few days, we were going away on our honeymoon. I couldn’t wait. I’ve become addicted to my husband’s presence.
I met Laura in the kitchen to help with the boys’ breakfast. Because of the winter weather, they got up a little later and the day was less intense, but that didn’t stop the influx of cowboy after cowboy coming in for their meal.
“Sugar, just because we got married doesn’t mean you have to take over the cooking.”
“I didn’t do all the cooking, but I helped. I haven’t cooked in almost a year and hadn’t realized how much I missed it until today.”
“Thanks, baby.”
“Yes, thanks, Mrs. Cline.”
“Oh my goodness. I forgot that’s my last name now.”
“You better get used to it because calling you Santini will never happen again.”
“Chill out, William. I didn’t know what my last name was, so everybody has been calling me Ana.”
“I’m sorry, sugar. I’ll try not to be a dick,” he said, pulling me into his arms and kissing me like he was going to miss me. “Fuck, Ana. I’m going to miss you, but I’ve got to go to work. Next week, we have a whole week to ourselves.”
He kissed me one last time before ushering the men out with him. They all said their goodbyes, taking their time in leaving until he practically kicked them out. Laura and I laughed before cleaning up the mess at the table.
“How are you doing, Ana?” she asked as we took the plates into the kitchen.
“I’m actually doing well, all things considered.”
“Any more memories kick in?”
“Only the bad ones. I wish there were more I could remember, but so far I can’t. The only thing that plays in my head is a woman who looks exactly like me. It’s like I have the television on mute; I can’t hear a word she says. It’s killing me. I don’t know if it’s me I’m seeing and that’s why I can’t hear her, or if she’s someone else. She doesn’t feel like she would be me, but then again, all my memories are as chaotic as wild dreams. It’s like you start off in your bed then end up in the middle of the ocean on a raft.”
“I’m sorry, sweetheart. It’ll come in time.”
“Thanks, I hope that it will.”
We finished up, and then I went to our bedroom to lay in our covers. Rolling around in them, I managed to fall asleep. There was a knock on the door before it opened. My lovely man came back home. “What are you doing back so early?”
“Sugar, it’s almost supper.” He walked to the curtains and opened them. The sun was down already. I’d slept the day away.
“I can’t believe I slept all day. I’m so
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