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Hunt

Most say spring is the season for lovers, but I disagree. With its crisp air, tart apples, and vibrant foliage, fall wins. If you add bonfires and steamy nights beneath the sheets, there is absolutely no comparison.

With Kelly’s delicate hand in mine, we stroll through the craft fair in our raincoats, enjoying our root beer barrel candies. A stringed puppet tap-dances to an Appalachian dulcimer. I swear, I could stand here for eternity, simply basking in her smile.

Every day, I wake up more in love than the last. My heart thumps, expanding at the fuzzy box I hid under my socks. We’ve talked about marriage often enough. So why are my palms damp?

I must’ve been silent for a while because my future wife tilts her head, palm heated against my cheek. “A penny for your thoughts.”

Not yet ready to share my secret, I kiss the tip of her pert nose and nibble her earlobe, “I was thinking how much I want to hear you scream as you come.”

With cheeks flushed, her gorgeous eyes lift to mine. Caught by her gaze, my smoldering desire bubbles to the surface. As I’m about to tug her into my arms, the sprinkles turn into a downpour.

Hoods up, we laugh, dashing to our SUV. Soaked and breathless, we make out until the windows are covered in steam. Cock painfully hard, her hand on my upper thigh, I grip the wheel, struggling to stay under the speed limit.

Now, beneath the warm comforter, I move her hair so I can get lost in the forest of her green irises. “God, I don’t know what it is. For some reason, I can never get enough of you.”

She traces a digit over my stubbled jaw, her voice soft, teasing. “Well, it’s lucky I’m not going anywhere.”

“Forever, Kell.” We’ve said this before, but with the ring close by, it holds more weight and more meaning.

Her mouth parted slightly, she inhales and serenades me. “Wild thing, you make my heart sing.”

Her hand slides down my torso, fingers wrapping around the beast. No beginner, he knows what’s coming. However, this time, I’m the one who sets the pace. Lying on my side, I brush over her lips and chin and nuzzle her neck. Pausing for a moment at the dip in her clavicle, I lick my way to her lovely breasts, savoring each sigh and every moan.

As I straddle her waist, I try to croon like Joe Cocker. “You are so beautiful to me.”

She giggles, her hands skimming my ribs. “Do you want to make love, or do you just want to fool around?”

Red hair fanned out on her pillow, mouth puffy from my kisses, my goddess arches her back. “Do me baby, one more time.”

Her silken voice strikes a chord below my navel, setting me on fire. Sucking, licking, pinching, I savor every part of her.

“Please…” Fingers on top of my head, she pushes me downward.

A dutiful lover, my lips trail south, worshipping until they reach the promised land. My hands cup her sweet behind. Lifting her to my face, I inhale her honeyed scent laced with the addictive spice of her arousal.

She stretches a toe to the side of my swollen Johnson, a not-so-subtle hint.

With a knowing chuckle, I stroke my tongue over her, coaxing her nub to blossom beneath my touch. The moment it swells, she digs her heels into the mattress, biting down on her bottom lip.

As my index finger curls inside of her, my Neanderthal DNA flares to life.

Mine!

She shudders, gasps, and screams, “Wildlife!”

Surging forward, I press my thick length to her entrance and sink to the hilt. Her inner walls quiver around me.

As these exotic sensations set my blood on fire, the bed bangs the back wall, our skin slaps, but I hold back. I want, no, I need her to come again, this time with me.

“Babe.” I grind into her the way she likes best.

She locks her ankles behind my back. Her nails dig into my shoulders.

My body tightens, balls drawing up, pressure building to the breaking point. “Open your eyes, sweetheart.”

We connect at a level way beyond physical.

Unable to resist any longer, I plunge over the abyss.

Squeaking my new favorite sound, she follows me into oblivion.

Sometime later, I stretch my hand to the bedstand. Smiling, I place the fuzzy box on her naked chest. We don’t need a flash mob or a TikTok performance. What we have is real.

Tears in her eyes, she puts my gift on her left hand. “I will love you always, Wildlife.”

“You, too, sweetie, you too.” As I interlace my fingers with hers, my heart nearly bursts.

Eyes closed, images of this past year shift into dreams.

“Baaaa, baaa.” Hundreds of woolly animals mill about, numbers painted on their backs.

I count while the shadows fade away. The threats at the border remain, but we will prevail. Tonight, there is only warmth, adoration, and growing old together. Grinning from ear to ear, I spoon my fiancée closer until sleep takes me.

The End