I stacked our pillows behind my back and angled myself up onto them.By accessing this website, you are agreeing to be bound by these website Terms and Conditions of Use, all applicable laws and regulations, and agree that you are responsible for compliance with any applicable local laws. “Did you ever think we’d reach this point?”įortunately, he didn’t wait for a response, because no, for the longest time, I’d never given it the least consideration. He paused at our bedroom door and gazed back at me quizzically. The family will be here before we know it.” “I’m famished, and I don’t plan to faint from hunger before I say I do.” He caught up his robe and slid his arms into the sleeves. He rubbed his cheek against my palm, then pushed himself off. “The answer is still because you love me. “Arse.” He pinched my hip, then stroked the scar I’d had since I was nineteen. “Tonight I promise to take my time, but now I’ll make it quick-”Īfterward, it took some time for our breathing to get back to normal. “We always have time,” I whispered against his lips. I kissed him and ran my fingertips over the curve of his ass. I wrapped my hand around them and tugged gently. He blushed-his fair British complexion betraying him-and sank down onto me again, his hips jerking as our c***s slid against each other. “Did you think I’d be able to sleep, knowing in a few hours I’ll have you tied to me legally?”

Even after all these years, he was still as hot for me as I was for him.

“You were awake all this time!” He attempted to push off, but all that did was bring our c***s into contact. I rolled over, caught his hand, and pulled him-my lover…my fiancé…my soon-to-be husband-down onto me.

Be that way.” Ludo huffed and started to straighten. I grunted and turned my face into my pillow, pretending to want nothing more than a few more minutes of sleep. However, if there was one thing I loved more than Ludovic Rivenhall, my partner of more than forty-three years, it was teasing him.

Same-sex marriage had become legal in Maryland, where we lived on the Sebring family farm, a couple of months previous, thanks to popular vote, and today was the first day we could tie the knot, so that was what we were going to do. It was New Year’s Day, 2013-our wedding day. “Jefferson.” Warm fingers stroked down my spine.

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