“That’s good. Because I don’t want to stop. You see, I pictured this too. Holding you in my hands just like this, stroking your velvety skin. I tried to imagine how it would feel If I sit on you just like this... but with you inside of me instead of in my hand. Can we try that, Tate? Can I put it in me?”
“Fuck!” I say as she raises her hips over me. All it will take is a nod of my head and she’s going to drop on me.
I think I’m prepared for it. I think I can handle it. I’m older than her... I’m more experienced, but when I nod my head, and she impales her sweet pussy down on me, I swear I see fucking stars. My world goes black for just a minute. She’s perfect... her pussy is perfect, snug and tight. Her eyes are wide, and I know she’s just as shocked as I am.
She starts to move, and sweet fuck it’s the best feeling ever. She’s hugging me, and I have to move. I thrust my hips up into her and she cries out my name... She tilts her hips, pushing her breast into my face, and I suckle her nipple as she rides me.
I’m so close. I’m going to come... but I don’t want to, not until she comes again. I need to make this good for her.
I slide my hand between us and stroke her clit. She’s pushing her mound against me, and I bring her to orgasm with a few strokes over the bundle of pulsating nerves. I bellow her name as I come, painting her womb with my cum. She doesn’t stop moving until she’s milked me completely.
Breathless, she curls her head against my chest. We are both quiet, and I wrap my arms around her. I could stay just like this and be the happiest man on earth. But I know that’s not an option. She lifts her head and starts to get up. I grip her hips and help her stand, not letting go until she’s steady on her feet.
I look at her body, trying to commit it all to memory when I see the remnants of our lovemaking, the proof of me taking her virginity on her thighs. My heart races in my chest, and I’ve never felt anything so raw in my life. I stand up and tuck my cock back into my pants. “Wait, I’ll be right back.”
I walk into the bathroom and grab what I need before I go back to her. I drop down on my knees in front of her.
“I can do that,” she says and tries to take the warm, damp cloth from me, but like an obsessive man, I shake my head with a grunt. There’s something so primal about cleaning your woman who is dirty from your lovemaking.
I wipe her thighs and then gently clean her sensitive folds. There’s blood on the cloth, but it doesn’t gross me out... if anything, it does the opposite. I fold it and put it in my back pocket. She looks at me strangely, but there’s no way I’m going to tell her that I’ll probably be stroking my cock with it when she’s gone.
Gone... fuck, how the hell am I going to let her go?
“Uh, can you get my clothes?” she asks.
And I do. I grab them off the dirty floor of the garage and bring them back to her.
9
Lakelyn
I try to dress myself, but he doesn’t let me. He dresses me patiently, and when I’m fully covered, he’s towering over me looking at me in confusion... like he can’t tell what should happen next.
And I’m lost. I’ve never been in this position before, but I refuse to let him think I’m going to turn into a needy stalker. “Uh, I should probably go back to the B &B. Tomorrow’s the last day of shooting, and I didn’t sleep much last night.”
“Stay the night with me,” he says in a quick jumble of words. I don’t know who’s more surprised by it, me or him. But I know he didn’t mean to say it.
“Tate... you don’t have to—" I start but he doesn’t let me finish.
“I know that. I want you to stay. I can take you by the B&B and grab what you need. I’ll fix us dinner and then I’ll let you sleep.”
I put my hand on my hip. “You want me to come over to your house... just to sleep?”
He grabs my hand and threads our fingers together. He’s looking at our hands, and he cringes before looking at me again. I look at our joined hands, and I know what he sees. His hands are stained from his hard work, and mine are perfectly manicured. The vast difference is almost palpable, but I hold his hand tighter and clutch it to my chest. I don’t know how to tell him that I don’t care how different we are... not without embarrassing him.