He grins down at me. "Damn, Princess. I love you too."
I smile up at him, feeling like I truly am the luckiest girl, pinned against the door by my own cowboy. He loves me back.
"You're not just saying that because we're alone in your house?" I ask him, knowing I'm giving him a hard time.
He shakes his head. He cups my cheek with his hand, and now he's not pinning me at all. Instead, he's holding me close against his chest, and I melt against him just like I did yesterday on that picnic blanket, like I dreamt about doing all night long. "I think I loved you the moment I set eyes on you at your uncle's ranch. I didn't know who the hell you were, and I still have a hell of a lot to learn, but Princess, you're mine."
"Understood," I say with a smile. "I like the sound of that, you know," I tell him. "But Ledger, you have to listen… I'm sorry." I close my eyes. "I'm so sorry for not being more honest with you. There's still so many things I want to say. I have a lot of explaining to do."
He lifts my chin with his thumb. "You want to tell me about them now?"
I feel the bulge of his cock press against my belly. Groaning as he grinds against me, I speak. "To be honest, there's other things I'd like to do, but I suppose the right thing to do is to get all that out of the way first, to set things straight."
He grunts, stepping away, and I see that I wasn't just imagining his hard-on. His big, thick cock is giving him some trouble in those jeans.
I feel terrible about it because I know I'm the reason for that ache. But he's the reason for the ache inside of me too. I step closer to him and I hook my fingers on his big belt buckle.
"You know," I say, "we could talk while you give me a tour of the house."
He chuckles. "I have a feeling if I start giving you a tour of this house, we're going to wind up in the master bedroom."
"Is that a bad thing?" I ask.
He laughs. "Princess, I don't think there's anything wrong with winding up in a bedroom alone with you. Hell, you just confessed your undying love to me after all."
"Who said anything about undying?" I squeeze his butt as I race through his big old house. He chases after me, grabbing me by the waist, and I bend over, laughing as he tickles me at my belly. I let him wrap his big arms around me and pull me to his chest. Usually, I'm a bit self-conscious about the curves of my body, but his strong, muscular arms effortlessly pick me up and I wrap my legs around him.
"You starting with the master bedroom on this tour?" I ask, my mouth on his ear. I'm very aware of the heat between us, the tension building and the need in my pussy; it's wet. I'm his and he knows it.
"Yeah, I'm starting with the master bedroom,” he promises.
Once we're inside and he's closed the door, he sets me down on the bed. "Listen," he says, "we don't have to do anything you're not ready for, but fuck, Livingston Young, I want you bad. We can talk now and do this later or–"
I shake my head. "No," I tell him. "We're doing this now."
"Good," he says, "because all I've been thinking about since I licked your pussy is how badly I want to sink my cock into your cunt."
I close my eyes, relishing his words, but I don't let that moment last too long because the truth is I want to start doing other things more than I want to memorize the moment. I roll off the bed and I begin undressing quickly, feverishly, with a need and intensity that has Ledger laughing. "Slow your roll, baby."
I laugh. "You're asking me to stop?"
He shakes his head. "Not in the least. I'm just trying to catch up." He unbuckles his belt, takes off his shirt, his jeans, his shoes and socks.
I do the same and soon enough we're in nothing but our underclothes. I know he likes the bra and panties I put on with intention this morning, hoping this is where I'd end up. I didn't exactly think I'd get here before lunch, but I smile. "What do you think?" I ask.
"Damn Liv, you know exactly what I think."
I'm in a bright white silk lingerie set and it presses my big breasts together, making them look bigger than I know they are. I turn around, twirling for him so he can see my ass. I'm wearing a teeny, tiny thong and I shaved all my parts the best I could, leaving little to the imagination. He groans, watching me as I hook my thumbs on the thong, easing it down. "Should I take these things off or not?"