Free The Bride's Unexpected Change in Plans by Rachel Clark

opened her legs wider, pulling him closer, crying out as he started to pound into her. She gasped when Ewin joined in, his head at her breast, his fingers skimming over her swollen, aching, sensitive clit.
    “Good girl,” he whispered mere seconds before orgasm swept over her. She arched off the bed, her body no longer under her control, her reactions instinctual, needy. Dayved groaned, moving harder, moving faster, slamming into her over and over as sensation overwhelmed her and reality lost all meaning.
    Wave after wave of heat pulsed through her as her pussy caressed and squeezed the cock inside her. Dayved stopped thrusting, pressing harder against her, holding her trapped, his cock throbbing inside her for several moments before he fell forward, his body caging hers once more. He breathed out heavily, a shudder passing through him one last time before he opened his eyes.
    “Wow,” he said in a reverent-sounding, but breathless, voice.
    “Wow,” she agreed, nodding her head.
    “Beautiful,” Ewin said, stroking a hand first over his husband’s spine and then moving over her belly. They stayed that way for several minutes, none of them speaking, just silently enjoying the closeness that apparently came after incredible sex.
    Eventually, Dayved eased his softening cock from her body and then rolled off the bed. He was back in a few moments, a portable type of cleaning rod in his hands. She shook her head, wanting to deny him, embarrassed by the intimate nature of what he planned.
    “Relax, baby girl,” Ewin said with an indulgent smile. “He’s just going to clean you up.”
    Ewin must have seen her embarrassment because he leaned over her, taking her mouth, lifting her arousal level once more. She barely felt the cleaning rod’s warm touch and was almost surprised to realize Dayved was finished.
    “Come here,” he said as he lay down on the bed and held his arms open for her. She cuddled into him, and he arranged her against his side, her head on his shoulder, her knee and thigh lifted over his hip, the gentle touch of cool hair teasing at her pussy as Ewin moved to cuddle her from behind.
    “Rest, baby girl.”
    “But—”
    “No buts, Kimberley,” Ewin said with a soft laugh. He wrapped an arm around her middle and pressed his front against her back. “I don’t want you falling asleep when we make love.”
    She smiled. As if that would ever happen? But she could understand the wisdom in his order. She was tired. In fact, she was more exhausted and more relaxed than she could ever remember in her life. She snuggled into their combined embrace, a feeling of belonging flooding through her system even as sleep claimed her.
     
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    His tredella reached an arm over the woman between them and cupped Dayved’s face in his hand. “Thank you,” he said in a low, deep voice.
    “For what?” he asked quietly, a little confused by his lover’s need to say the words.
    “For loving me always, for never giving up on me even when it seemed I was too busy to notice you, for forgiving every stupid little thing I say and do.” He pressed a finger against Dayved’s lower lip, gently caressing back and forth as he stared into his eyes. “But mostly for being the incredible person you are and still finding a way to love an old soldier like me.”
    Ewin wasn’t old. There were probably some days when he felt it, surrounded by the young recruits in the royal guard, but there was no way anyone would consider him old. Experienced? Most definitely. Old? Not for a very, very long time, and since Dayved intended to be by his man’s side every day for the rest of their lives, he planned for them to grow old together.
    He cuddled the woman in his arms closer and amended that to by his man’s and his woman’s side forever.
    “She’s the one, isn’t she?”
    Dayved nodded to his husband, tears filming his eyes as he watched the reverent, possessive way his tredella looked at the woman sleeping between