Saving Sarah (5 page)

He increased the speed of his strokes, riding Sarah a little faster. He didn’t want to hurt her but Lord, he wanted to fuck his wife hard and fast. He was holding onto his control by a thumbnail, ready to break at any moment. Sarah cried out beneath him. Her hips arched deeper, and he felt her flood of pleasure on his next inward glide.

Control fled, unleashing the animal in Riley. He tightened his grip on her hips and fucked Sarah just as he had imagined. Hard fast strokes of his cock deep inside her pussy that had her screaming in renewed pleasure. He shook his head, fast approaching his own release, but trying to focus on what she was saying.

It was his name. His name on her lips as she fell head first into another sweet release with him hard on her heels. He pushed deep, lifting her knees slightly off the bed and holding her tight while he spilled inside her. He could easily envision a long life with Sarah by his side and hoped that was what fate had in store for them.
 

He lowered her slowly back to her knees but when he would have moved to separate them Sarah reached back and held his hip with her hand.

“Don’t move yet, Riley,” she stated softly. “I want to feel you inside me just a little bit longer.”

He groaned again and almost laughed as his softening cock twitched with renewed interest. Instead, he eased them forward until she lay soft beneath him. He balanced his weight on his hands, braced on either side of her shoulders but let his hips stay snug to hers giving her what she wanted. He bent to kiss one lovely white shoulder using his lips to nudge some of her red curls to the side.

Sarah sighed softly and turned her head to meet his eyes. “I think that I just might love you, Riley James.”

His eyes flared with surprise then darkened with pleasure. “I reckon I just might be in love with you as well, Sarah James.”

She smiled beautifully up at him and let her eyes slip closed, falling almost instantly to sleep. He eased away being careful not to disturb her with his movements. He had never really believed that he would find a woman to marry and spend his life with. But someone had felt otherwise. His uncle had always told him to never stop dreaming. And the old man had made sure that Riley got what he wanted even when Riley wasn’t sure what it was.

He glanced back down at his sleeping bride and smiled tenderly. He was a lucky man indeed. He’d won the lottery and been given the best wife a man could ever hope for.