When I begin to make a joke about having cooked it my style, she reaches not for the food, but for me. Her arms go around my neck, pulling me down on top of her. In seconds, Hailey has rolled herself on top of me. She’s lost every shred of clothing in our initial frenzy, and the sunlight flooding in through the windows paints her in brilliant hues and shadows. I reach up for her as she pulls her hair back in a band and slide my fingers down her body from her cheeks to her shoulders to her sides. All the way down her legs until I grip at her ass.
She squeaks at this rougher action and says, “They do say breakfast is the most important meal of the day.” Then she’s leaned over me, kissing at my nipples. It’s one of her go-to moves. And normally in the past I would say that I’d prefer to be the one kissing at nipples, but she does this thing with her tongue that drives me so wild that I can’t stop myself from reaching down and guiding my cock inside of her.
There’s no reason to take this slow. We’ve got all day since we’re certainly not heading into the office today. No, we’ve already won the contract with my dad’s company, so it’s time for a little rest and relaxation.
When I push all the way up inside of her, Hailey sits up straight and throws her head back. Then she’s back to lying on top of me, her mouth attacking mine, her lips and tongue sometimes forgetting what they were doing as other sensations distract her. She moves her hips to match my rhythm, but I grab her ass and speed up. She moans into my mouth, signaling that I’m doing something right.
It’s taken me longer than I would like to admit, but I’ve learned what Hailey likes. And that’s to start out strong and fast, and then eventually find a more middling pace, during which time I can find a position where I can simultaneously stimulate her in other ways. What this means is that I need to slow down pretty soon and shift around.
So just when I feel like I’m not going to last a whole lot longer, I pull out of her. Her sigh comes from somewhere deep inside her, from the same place where horniness demands to be satiated.
But I’m far from through with her.
I lie beside her on the bed and roll her over so she’s facing away from her. Then, after lifting her leg and propping it up on a few pillows, I slide back inside her. Now I’m penetrating her from behind, but this new position means that it’s no problem for me to reach around and tickle at her clit even as I’m moving in and out at a more controlled pace.
My other arm has snaked under her head, and she grabs this free hand and sucks at my fingers. Moving slowly means I can hold out longer, but I’m no machine. And after a few minutes of this, I’m reaching my limit.
Thankfully, from the sound of her breathing, so is Hailey.
I know I can let loose when she stops kissing my hand and moves it to her breast. I squeeze and speed up.
“Please. Don’t stop,” she manages to get out.
I don’t.
I keep gliding in and out of her while flicking around her clit. When her stomach tightens and I feel her pussy clench, I also blow my load. We writhe against each other as the bliss erases the outside world around us. For a few blinding seconds, nothing exists except me inside Hailey.
When our bodies finally lose their rigidity, we fall back onto the bed, me spooning her from behind, still inside her and still able to feel the pulses of her muscles contracting after what I can only assume was a most satisfying orgasm. My arms are now wrapped around her, holding Hailey close. I’m kissing her neck, an action that tickles her so that she pulls away from me with a laugh. This just leads me to pursuing her more until we’re tumbling across the comforter and sheets for an entirely different reason now, our fingers prodding to elicit giggles instead of moans.
She places a foot on the ground to escape and steps square on the toast I’d prepared earlier.
“Oh, shit!” she exclaims and holds her foot up, displaying the layer of strawberry jam that now coats her sole. She laughs out loud before apologizing.
“Now we have an excuse to go out for some real food. What do you say? Breakfast at the Ritz?”
Her eyes widen. “Really? We can just do that?”
I pull her back onto the bed, not caring one bit that this drags strawberry jam across the sheets. We kiss and then I say, “I love it when you act like a country girl.”
“That’s because I am a country girl. And you’re going to be a country boy before I’m through with you.” She slaps my ass and tells me to get up. But I’m thinking about what she just said. Thinking and dreading.
“You just had to go and volunteer us to head up the project on site.” My tone is light, but I’m still not sold on this idea that she sprang out of nowhere during the presentation the day before. “That means we could be down there for two years. Two years!”
“You can’t be in charge of something if you’re not there,” she explains from the bathroom, the door open. In the mirror I can see her sliding into a new pair of panties and fastening a bra over her lovely chest.
“There’s this thing called video conferencing, so yes, I can.”
“We can always fly back and forth when you miss the city.”
This isn’t just the start of a real relationship for me. It’s a real life-changing event. Hailey has taken the life I’ve led up to now and added her own flavor to it. And now that I’m addicted to her, I’d even do something as crazy as moving to her tiny town in the middle of nowhere just to be with her. Except for now I can at least say I’m moving for the project. Not the girl.
But somewhere deep inside, I know the truth.
“Maybe I can finally open an account at your bank too.”
She’s shaking her head in the bathroom, a huge smile plastered across her face. “I promise I won’t call the cops on you this time.”
“Maybe I should call the cops on you. You’re the one who stole something that day after all.”