Chapter Seven

Kelly

I'm probably moving too fast. No, I know I'm moving too fast. Logic says I should take my time, think this over, separate myself from the tragedy of losing my mother, and make a logical, sound decision.

Unfortunately, my clit has made other plans. Truthfully, I can't blame her. I've known forever and a day that Gentry is all I needed to be happy, and when I'm in his arms, the world makes sense. It sounds cheesy, but it's true. Somehow, his big, strong biceps make everything okay.

I've fantasized about this moment with Gentry so many times in this little bed that a part of me still wonders if this isn't an elaborate stress dream. Clearly my body is looking for an escape. The last few weeks have been stressful to say the least.

He slides his finger inside of me and groans against my clit, scratching in an upward motion until I'm nearly exploding.

"You taste so good, princess."

I've never had a man appreciate me like this. I feel Gentry taking his time with me almost as though he's memorizing every spot. There's something about this that drives up the intensity. The slow careful way he flicks his tongue against my clit. The way his rough hands explore my insides. The growl in his throat that doesn't go away. It's almost as though he's impatient and desperate to feel me come, but yet he still wants to take his time.

"I want to feel you, Gentry. Fuck me. I'm so needy." I thrust my hips up against his face as I whine, scratching my soaking wetness against his thick beard. I never liked oral before this. I guess I never thought it could feel so good.

He pulls his slick finger from within me and sucks it into his mouth with a groan. "I'm not sure I can leave. You're so fucking tasty."

My clit throbs and my uterus aches. If this man doesn't plow into me within the next ten seconds, I might die right here and now.

I don't care if I sound like one of the after-school special boys they used to talk about in junior high health class. Right now, I really do feel like I might die. My heart is whipping against my ribcage, my lungs are at capacity, and there's an urge so strong between my legs that needs to be quenched.

Gentry feels the same. I don't have to ask him. I can see it in his eyes. They're hooded and dark, and while there was a wild look on him on the couch earlier, this is downright animalistic.

"I want to watch you when I come." He tugs off his jeans and pulls me to the edge of the bed, holding my ankles on his strong shoulders as he strokes his cock before me.

I'm a quivering mess. I've never had sex like this before. Sure, John and I would fuck, but nothing felt right about it. Not like this. This is otherworldly, like we couldn't control ourselves if we wanted to, like there's a chemical reaction happening that can't be stopped.

I moan low in my throat as Gentry guides his cock past my slick entrance.

"You going to take my cock like a good girl?" Dear Lord, he sounds like a god. A big, strong, masculine god.

"Yes," I pant. "I want you. I want all of you. Fuck me hard. Please!" My hand hooks around his wrist and he presses in deeper.

I swallow the lump in my throat, and then suddenly, he's entered a savage state. Thrust after thrust, he slams against my pussy as my ass hits his thighs.

"You're so fuckin' tight, little princess." I feel tight. That, or he feels huge. I'm sure it's the latter. I'm stretched as far as I can imagine stretching.

"Yeah? You like this tight little pussy?"

He growls and slaps my ass.

My eyes splay open and I stare at him. I'm not sure what to think. I've never been spanked before, and I don't know if I like it. Before I get a second to decide, he's spanking me again.

"Hey! What are you doing?"

"I'm punishing you," he groans.

"For what?" My clit throbs and I feel myself beginning to fray. I think I like the spanking. More so, I like the idea of Gentry punishing me. I want his marks everywhere.

"For not coming after me the second you got back to town." He spanks me again. "For leaving in the first place." Another spank.

"More!" I scream, desperate to come. "You're right, I've been bad!"

He spanks me again, hammering into me deeper and deeper until every muscle in my body is twisted and desperate. Sweat beads at my forehead and I stare up into his dark eyes with a need I've never felt in my life.

I want every part of this man. The big, grumpy parts and the parts that'll laugh at genie jokes. The part that'll come in here and fuck my brains out, and the part that wants a family as much as I do. The thought of seeing this man with a child of our own is everything.

Why didn't I do this sooner? Why didn't I call him? Why did I let fear stop me from living the life I know I was meant to live?

A hard smack on my ass draws me out of my thoughts and the stinging pleasure rattles through my core.

"What was that one for?" I whisper.

"That was for fun," he growls. "Now tell me you're mine."

"I'm yours. I'm all yours." The words spill from my lips in a pattern of breathy torment as I tighten my pussy around his thick cock.

"Good girl. Good, fucking, girl." His teeth clench as he talks. "Now come for me. Make my cock covered with your come, princess."

His command is all I need. Every fractal of energy in my being rebels all at once, setting off a chain reaction of pleasure that starts in my spine and rumbles down into my groin. My thighs tighten and my body convulses against his touch.

Gentry scrapes his teeth against my ankles as my nerves release, and with every nerve explosion, I jump and twist against his hard cock, desperate to keep the feeling of euphoria alive.

"Eyes on me," he growls and leans down, holding my face in his big hand as he stares toward me. "Don't look away from me. I need that pretty little face staring right at me when I empty inside of you." Gentry thrusts into me harder, deeper, more desperately than ever.

I hold my gaze on his, watching as a strand of hair falls into his vision. His biceps flex and his face has gone from sweet and studious to harsh and twisted. While I love every face Gentry makes, this one is my favorite. The one where he's so desperate to come that he can't control his expressions.

My heart beats hard against my chest as he drives harder and harder, slamming against my pussy with need. His hand slips and lands on my throat.

"You take my cock so well, princess."

Lord, I might come again.

A bead of sweat drips off his forehead as my ankle bounces on his shoulder, and finally, with the energy of a giant built into his force, Gentry's muscles tighten, and he explodes inside of me.

For a moment, he continues to thrust, then he pulls me up and hugs me close while still filling me up.

I can barely breathe.

He sighs low in my ear. "I love you, princess. I love you so fuckin' much."

The words sound so perfect that I stay quiet for a moment drinking them in. He loves me. Gentry, the man I've fantasized about for a decade, really loves me.

"I love you, too," I finally say, wrapping around him tight. "I love you so much."

His cock slips out, and he falls to my side, collapsing on the bed beside me with a satisfied sigh.

"You didn't use all your wishes," I laugh, climbing on top of his exhausted body. Sticky, wet come drips onto his stomach as I sit. I love how far apart my legs have to spread for him.

He glances up at me, his hand on my face. "Nope. Saving it."

"For what?"

"In case you ever try getting away. One wish, and snap, you're right back next to me again."

I smile. "Is that right?"

"Yup. Gotta have a back-up plan."

I run my fingers through the hair on his chest until my eyes are so heavy that my body falls down next to his. He holds me against his chest and groans under his breath. "Marry me." His tone is deep and sure. There's barely any energy left in our bodies, but he's used what's left to ask me the most important question of our lives.

I'm drunk on emotion and touch, and I know deep down I shouldn't make any more snap decisions, but like my body, my heart knows what it wants.

"Yes," I whisper. "I'll marry you."

He kisses my forehead gently, and we lay against each other, sticky and hot, listening to our hearts beat in the dark.

"What's your next wish going to be, princess?"

I hum under my breath. "Outside of this?"

"Yeah. This one was for me, remember?"

My eyes close as I rest on his chest. "I'm pretty sure it was for me, too."

The rough pads of his fingertips brush up and down my arm. "You want to go out to California?"

I drag in a deep breath and roll toward him. "I mean, my whole life is there, but maybe it's time for a change. I could turn this place into a B&B, and we could do the small-town thing for a while. My friend Jovie is going to be staying up here for some time soon, so the transition will be easier. Maybe I can convince her to stay. She could work for me at the B&B. It could be a thing!" Excitement that I didn't know had been trapped inside of me comes rattling out with thoughts and ideas on the future.

It's funny how things change. How the hours can move like minutes. How the years can stall like decades. How you can long for a person you barely know, yet know they were perfect for you.

Gentry kisses my forehead and groans with contentment, and I swear to heaven, there's never been a better sound.