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"Can you believe it's already been a year?" Sawyer asks.

"No, time flies when I'm with you," I say, squeezing her hand.

Sawyer. My wife. My soulmate. My everything.

In the last year, she'd taught me so much about the world and helped me tear down all the walls around my heart. She'd given me purpose and helped me restore my family's legacy.

“So where are we going?” she asks as I lead her through the forest.

I adjust my bag and nod ahead of us. “Our favorite place. The Douglas fir. I thought we should go back to where we first met."

Sawyer sighs and rests her head against my arm as she walks. It's awkward to walk in this position, but I wouldn't trade all her touchy-feely moments for the world.

Once we reach the fir tree, I lay out a picnic blanket and unpack lunch from my bag.

"No freeze-dried chili today?" Sawyer laughs.

"No, I went with something a bit more classy." I hold up chicken sandwiches with Dijon mustard on fresh baguettes from the bakery in town and a bottle of fresh apple cider.

"Ooh! Baguettes. You sure do know how to spoil a girl," my wife says as we dig into our picnic lunch.

Sawyer looks out through the trees, taking in the serene silence of nature. She chews thoughtfully. Obviously, her mind is elsewhere.

"What's up?" I ask with a playful nudge.

"Do you think Ash is going to get with that girl?" she asks. "What's-her-name. The girl helping her aunt at the bakery."

"Clara?" I prompt. Sawyer can be bad with names. "I dunno. Don't rush them. She hasn't been back here since she was a teenager."

"We could always chain them to a tree and let the magic happen," Sawyer snickers, rubbing her hands together like a cartoon villain.

"Hey, that's our thing!" I chuckle.

Sawyer jumps up and kisses me. Even with the Dijon mustard on her lips, she tastes like heaven.

I grab her face and pull her closer, our lips mashing together in a hungry kiss. She moans into my mouth, her body melting against mine.

"I've wanted this all day," she breathes, her hands roaming over my chest and shoulders. "Now, I finally have you all to myself."

"Fuck, Sawyer," I growl, my hands gripping her hips. I pull her closer, grinding her against my cock. She's wet, her pussy soaking through her leggings.

Sawyer whimpers, her eyes locked onto mine. "I want you, . I need you inside me. I want you to put a baby in me, right here where we first met."

I waste no time, ripping off her leggings and her panties in one swift motion. She's completely bare before me, her body trembling with anticipation. I take a moment to appreciate her, to drink in the sight of her standing there, her body flushed with desire.

She's stunning, laid out on the picnic blanket in the middle of the forest. Primal. Raw. Exactly how I want her to be. I lower myself to my knees and place her legs over my shoulders, her favorite position.

Her pussy is glistening with wetness, ready for me. I know Sawyer is eager, but I want to make her squirm first. I make her wait, teasing her by blowing on her clit, watching her twitch and writhe at the sensation.

"Goddammit, ," she groans, her hands fisting the picnic blanket. "Just fuck me already."

I chuckle and give her what she wants. I lean in and lick her clean, my tongue flat against her slit. I feel her shudder, her heels digging into my back.

I move my tongue up and down her slit, making sure to pay special attention to her clit. She tastes like heaven, all sweet and musky. I can hear her breath hitching, her moans growing louder and more desperate. I know she's close, so I push her further. I insert two fingers into her, curling them upwards to press against her G-spot. She cries out, her body tensing as I work her to the edge.

"Fuck, ," she pants, her hands clawing at the blanket beneath her. "I'm so close. Don't stop."

I don't.

I keep going, my fingers pumping in and out of her, my tongue licking her clit, my breath hot on her skin. Sawyer's body tenses, her inner muscles clamping down on my fingers as her orgasm rips through her.

"Fuck!" she screams, her hands fisting my hair, her hips bucking against my face.

I don't let up, continuing to lick and suck her through her orgasm. When she finally comes down, I crawl up her body, my cock hard and aching for release.

Sawyer's eyes are closed, her lips parted, her chest rising and falling with each breath. She looks absolutely fucking incredible, her skin flushed and damp from her orgasm.

I position myself at her entrance, rubbing the head of my cock against her wetness. "You're so fucking wet, Sawyer," I groan, my voice low and rough with desire. "I can't wait to feel you come around my cock again."

Sawyer's eyes flutter open, her gaze locking onto mine. She reaches up and grabs my face, pulling me down for a kiss. Her gasp is muffled as I push inside of her, my cock fills her with one dominate thrust.

She feels so fucking good, her pussy is tight and hot, clenching around me as I bury myself to the hilt.

"Fuck, Sawyer," I groan, my forehead pressed to hers as I grind against her. "You feel so fucking good."

"," she moans, her legs wrapping around my hips. Her fingers dig into my shoulders, her nails biting into my skin. I can feel her heels dig into my back, urging me on.

I pull back slightly, only to slam back into her with a force that makes her cry out. I do it again and again, each thrust a bit harder than the last.

I can feel her juices coating my cock, making it slick and easy to move in and out of her tight heat. I can feel her pussy clenching around me, her muscles quivering with each thrust. I growl, my voice low and primal. I can feel my control slipping, my need for her overriding everything else. "You like feeling me stretch you open, don't you, Sawyer?"

She whimpers, her eyes locked onto mine. She nods, her breath coming in short, needy gasps. "Yes," she whispers. "I love it. I want you to make me pregnant."

Those words ignite a fire in my caveman brain. I press her down, rutting into her like a beast. The thought of filling her, making her mine, is all I can think about. I've never wanted anything more. And the way she's looking at me like I'm the only man in the world, is driving me fucking crazy.

"Fuck me, ," she pleads, her hips rising to meet each of my thrusts. "Fill me up. Make me yours."

I growl, my hips slapping against hers, my cock pounding into her with force. "You're mine, Sawyer. Always. Now come with me." I don't ask, I tell her, my voice commanding. I flip her over onto her hands and knees, her ass in the air, her pussy glistening and ready for me. I smack her ass, and she jumps, a gasp escaping her lips. "Fuck, ," she moans, pushing back against me.

I run my hand over her red cheek to dull the pain. I line myself up with her entrance and slam into her, burying myself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. I hold her hip with one hand, using the other to grip the back of her neck, holding her in place as I fuck her with everything I have.

"Fuck, Sawyer," I groan, my hips moving like a piston as I pound into her. "You feel so goddamn good. Your pussy is milking my cock, baby. You want me to fill you up, don't you? You want me to come inside you and make you mine?"

"Yes, yes," she cries out. "I want it all, . I want your come. I want your baby."

I let out a beastly roar as I release in unison with her. My cock pulses spurt after spurt of cum into her until she's dripping with my seed. I stay deep inside her, not wanting to waste a drop.

When I finally let go, we tumble back onto the picnic blanket to catch our breath.

The sound of bird calls and the wind rustling through the leaves fills the silence.

"I love you, Sawyer," I say. "Forever and always."

Sawyer looks at me, her eyes filled with love and adoration. "I love you too, . Forever."

We lay there for a while, enjoying the quiet and the gentle breeze.

"Hey, ?" she says, a thoughtful expression on her face.

"Hmm?" I reply, stretching lazily. "Yeah, beautiful?"

Sawyer smiles, her eyes sparkling. "I'm glad you chained yourself to that tree with me."

“Me too.” And I’d do it again in a heartbeat. This firecracker city girl had changed my life for the better, and there was no going back. I’d finally found my soulmate. Sawyer.