American Honey

“I’m so sorry.”

“Life goes on. His death inspired me to make so many changes in my life. A part of me will always mourn the life we never had, but I’m also grateful that I still have the opportunity to live mine. I don’t know if I ever would have been brave enough to leave my job and move out here. If I hadn’t have done that, I never would have met you, Beau.”

“You are so brave.”

“I’m just trying to live my live without regrets. I don’t want to look back and wish I would have done something but was too scared to.”

“That’s sorta how I feel right now. I’ve been scared since the bite that now you don’t think I’m man enough for you. Then, after finding out you were engaged, I let that push me even further away. I was scared there was something wrong with me and that’s why you hadn’t told me. I’m realizing now what an idiot I was.”

She squeezes my hand. “We’re human, Beau. We’re all going to make mistakes. I only ask that you talk to me first next time and I’ll do the same.”

I lift her knuckles to my lips. “Deal.”

“I noticed you didn’t correct Mr. Williamson about being my boyfriend.”

I nod, my eyes flicking from the road to hers. “I’d like to be. My stupid streak seems to be over for the time being and I’d like to take advantage of it and make you my girlfriend. Also, I want you to know I love you.”

I’ve known I was in love with Bethany for a while; I was not planning to just spit it out like that though. Terrified, I wait for her reaction, hoping she feels the same way.

She leans across the seat and kisses my cheek. “I love you, too.”

Without the tension that’s been holding me down, I feel lighter than I have in days. We laugh and joke the whole ride back to her house. The moment I kill the engine though, the mood shifts from lighthearted to something more intense.

“I’ve missed you.” The husky tone of her voice lets me know just how much.

“We’ve got some catching up to do.”

She makes it to her front door before me, but squeals when I swoop her up into my arms. “Your foot?”

I shake my head. “Don’t you worry about a thing.”

Concentrating on lifting my leg high enough takes most of my attention as I carry her up the stairs to her bedroom. The way she nips at and kisses my neck on the way has me wondering if she’d be cool with me taking her right on her stairs. I’d do it too if spreading her out across her bed was a temptation I could pass.

It has been too long since I was inside her and a quickie on the stairs is not what I have in mind. Patience is a virtue, right? Sure the Good Lord probably meant waiting till marriage, not waiting till you reached her bedroom though.

/> I’m no philosopher and am more interested in the willing woman I am quickly falling in love with than anything else. Gently setting her on her bed, I kneel before her, slipping her dainty silver sandals from her feet. Using my hands and my mouth, I drown myself in the pleasure that is the silken softness of her skin. Sliding her dress up as I go, from ankle to thigh, I leave no inch unloved.

Save a pair of lace panties, she’s bare to me from the waist down. She’s restlessly waiting for my next move. Her body arches for my touch while I sit back and admire her. Over waiting, she stands, one foot on either side of me and pulls her dress off over her head. Her panties taunt me, shielding me from her. I drag them off as she lifts one leg, then the other for me to rid her of them fully.

She sinks into my lap, kissing me as she unbuttons my shirt. Once it’s off, she pushes me back onto the floor before moving to remove my shoes and jeans. Before long I’m naked beneath her. All I want is to taste her and start to move her until she hovers over me. I start to kiss her thighs when she turns around and takes my cock into her hand and then her mouth.

Groaning at the sensation, I attack her with my tongue. She wiggles against my face and I wrap my arms around her thighs so she can’t move. My hips lift as I rock into and out of her mouth, her fingers pumping me. I release one of her legs to ease my finger inside of her. The sensation is too much for her; she lifts her head from my cock and groans loudly as she comes. I lap at her clit until her body stops shuddering. Once it has, I lift her, shifting her in my arms so I can capture her lips with mine.

“You are so beautiful.”

She blushes at my words and I stand, Bethany in my arms, to lay her across her bed. She’s almost limp, sated as she lazily grins up at me. I quickly sheath myself before spreading her legs and driving myself into her. My eyes roll back at the feel of her. Her body seems made for mine, fitting me like a glove. She alone seems able to lift me to the highest levels of pleasure.

I’ve missed not only her, but also the physical connection we’ve shared. She is the first woman I’ve craved body and soul. I want it all, her laughter, her tears, her smiles, and her ecstasy. I will be the man deserving of the gift that is her company. Taking her lips once more, I groan as I find my release. I shift onto my side, pulling her with me, tightly in my arms.

“That was one hell of a homecoming,” she teases.

“I’d greet you this way every time I saw you if I wouldn’t get thrown in jail for public indecency.”

“We’ll just have to limit ourselves to private property.”

That gave me an idea. “Have you ever camped out?”

She grimaces. “I wouldn’t really call it camping, but when I was younger, I went to a Girl Scout summer camp.”