“Did I hope to have sex? Yes. Absolutely. I’ve been praying about it. Wishing on stars. Throwing pennies into wishing wells.”
She laughed.
“But I was prepared to have all my hopes and dreams be unfulfilled.”
“Are you saying I’m your dream?”
“A dream come true.” I leaned over and kissed her, wishing she knew just how true that statement was.
I rolled off and pulled her against me, not ready to let go of her yet.
She rested her head on my chest and it felt right. So, fucking perfect.
“When does next time start?” she asked.
“It could be days before my cock works again.” That wasn’t true. Her words already had him perking up.
She lifted her head and strummed her fingers on my chest. “Maybe I could help him.”
He liked the sound of that. “Oh? How?”
“I want to use my mouth on him.”
The blood began rushing back to my dick.
“I’m not going to stop you.”
She blushed and it was so sweet. “I’ve never done it before. Will you tell me…how?... What you like.”
I ran my fingers through her long hair. “Yes.”
* * *
I woke the next morning, concerned that the night before had been a dream. I rolled over and saw Sinclair sleeping beside me. A dream come true, I thought as I leaned over and kissed her neck.
She sighed. “Again?”
“Next time.” Who knew the two words would become our erotic catch-phrase. The challenge of “next time” was that it didn’t just mean sex, it meant new sex. A new position. A new speed.
After she nearly sucked my dick off and sent me into the most delirious oblivion, I was sure I was done for the night. But it turned out my dick was always happy to get it up for Sinclair. We did fast and furious as she wanted. Then I took her from behind as she held onto the headboard. We even tried sixty-nine, but both of us got too distracted from the pleasure, and I finally just pulled her sweet pussy over my face and shot her off to heaven, and then sunk my dick inside her to finish him off.
“Come with me.” I rolled out of bed.
“Where are we going?” she asked as I tugged her into the bathroom and turned on the shower.
“Shower sex.”
“Is that real? My girlfriends say it’s not that easy.”
“Your girlfriends have men in their lives who don’t know what they’re doing.” I pulled her under the hot spray with me. I pumped out soap from the dispenser and began rubbing it over her body. “Relax,” I whispered as I turned her away from me and massaged her shoulders.
“You have great hands, Wyatt.”
“They’re not too rough?” My hands were plenty calloused from riding and all the other labor required in ranching.
“I like the rough. It’s like your dick. A mixture of hard and soft.”
I gave her shoulder a light bite. “Are you saying my dick is soft?”