The kiss is sweet, our lips smacking as we smile against one another. But as always, it turns heated quickly.
“Fuck, sweetheart, flip over. Let me inside.”
She moves, following my order. Kneeling with her arms on the back of the couch, I stand behind her, glad the bus won’t move for a few hours while the crew breaks down the stage equipment. I run my hands down her back, and she arches for me, her bucking hips telling me how much she wants my cock.
“Tell me, Willow. You ready for me?”
“Always,” she gasps.
“What do you want?”
“Fill me.” She knows that’s not enough, not by a mile. I squeeze her hips, denting the supple flesh there, and she groans. “Fuck me.”
Shit. I lose control when she says anything slightly filthy, and she knows it, uses that knowledge to push me to the edge of sanity. I know what she wants too.
“I’m gonna fuck you, Willow, fill this sweet pussy with my cock, rub that little clit, and make you come for me. Over and over. I’ll decide when you’re done coming because this pussy is mine. You are mine.”
The words meant to drive her wild affect us both. When I push into her, she’s slick and her body gives for me easily. “Yes,” she groans.
I grunt in bliss. “How do you feel like heaven every time?” I murmur, lost in the sensation of her pussy gripping me tightly.
Though I mean to fuck her hard and fast, I can’t do it right now. I need her slow and tender. My Willow, my girl, the mother of our child.
I don’t know how I got so lucky. I’m just a rough country asshole, but this sweet woman saw something in me worth taking a chance on, and I’m so thankful. Every day, I show her how much I love her. I might not have the words, but I show her every way I can.
Chasing down my dream so I can give you yours.
The proof of a man is in his woman’s eyes.
Storm for me, shine for me, show your soul for me.
And I’ll dig down deep to get mine so you can have yours.