American Honey

“Nobody can see you but me.”

He was right. The long driveway that led to the road was too far for anyone to see me, unless they had binoculars. He stood in front of me, blocking me, just in case. “I’m sore from last night.”

He laughed and leaned his face into my hair. His strong arms wrapped around me and I could feel the sweat from his chest sticking to my own skin. “Last night was nice, Erica. I’m glad you changed your mind and let go. I really enjoyed being with you.”

I was blushing again. “Me too.”

“I got up on the roof this morning and cut the limb down. There’s still a mess inside, but I didn’t want to go up there and start cleaning it up until the insurance adjuster can get out here and take pictures, or whatever they will have to do.”

“I need to charge my phone in my car before I can call.”

“If you want I can stick around for a couple days. I know you need to get back to the city, so I could be here when the adjuster comes by.”

“I’m just going to take off of work to handle it. After our talk and inheriting this house I think I need some time to decide what I want to do with my future.”

He looked down at the ground for a moment. “I guess I’ll get going this afternoon then, since you’ve got it all figured out.”

That wasn’t what I wanted to happen. Desperate to get him to stay, I said the first thing to come to mind. “”We’re not done here, Reed. You can’t leave yet.”

He grabbed ahold of my chin and lifted it until we were staring into each other’s eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You said you weren’t going to leave until I was completely satisfied. Well, it hasn’t happened yet,” I lied.

He smiled. “Is that so?” I could tell he was glad I’d said it, even if I was saying that he didn’t do a good enough job.

“What are you going to do about it?”

Before he could answer I heard the outside air conditioning unit kick on, letting me know that the power was back. I ran toward the house so excited about being able to dry our clothes and get a hot bath. It wasn’t until a few moments later that I noticed Reed had come inside. I had the blankets and damp clothes in my hands. “I’m going to wash all of our stuff. If you want to grab the rest of your things from upstairs I can put them all in together.” It was also another reason why he had to stay. “I’ll be right back.”

I knew the hot water heater was going to need to be on for a while before the temperature could provide me with a hot bath, but the laundry could be washed in cold water and suffice. Once I’d put everything in the washer, I started the coffee pot, then headed up to my aunt’s room to brush my teeth, and wait for my bath.

Nearly thirty minutes later I had the old claw-foot tub running. Steamy hot water poured out of the faucet while I sat on the edge waiting for it to fill. The moment I dipped my first leg into the hot water felt like heaven. I dropped down soaking my entire body. Then I saw him standing in the doorway with his arms crossed. “You said you’d be right back.”

“Sorry. I couldn’t resist a hot bath.” I lifted my legs up to my chest. “How about you join me?”

He snickered and started removing his shorts. I never took my eyes off of him as he did it. The idea of being with him again overwhelmed me. I may have been lying when I said I wasn’t satisfied, but it certainly didn’t imply that I was done with him. I wanted more, and it was about to happen.

Reed climbed into the tub facing me. He pulled my legs until my slippery body was seated on top of his lap. Our lips met, and I could taste the sweat from his morning workload. I took the washcloth and ran it over his hard chest, while biting down on my lip to contain myself. He was so sexy, so strong, that I could feel my body preparing to be with him again. My breasts tingled, and even though I was in the water, my pussy was burning up just knowing he was so close to me. Reed grabbed the bottom of my wet hair and pulled my head back with it. “What happened to that uptight woman I met last night?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Our lips met again, and right away I could feel something hard pressing on the underneath of me. I started rocking my body, making splashing waves pour out of the tub on the porcelain floor. With little effort I felt for his shaft and positioned it to slide right inside of me. Reed looked pleased when I initiated it this time, and even more grateful when I started rocking my body over him in a vigorous pa

ce. Our breathing became heavy as our lips met again. The pressure from the water made the friction feel different. In no time at all I was falling back against the hard surface closing my eyes and losing control.

Reed lifted me moments later until I was standing up. He took the bar of soap and rubbed it over my pussy. He moved slowly, paying close attention to every inch the soap touched. I watch the way his lips parted, and how I knew he was thinking of tasting me again. He dipped his hand down in the water, bringing it back up to rinse me off. I sat back on the edge of the old tub and watched him sliding forward toward me. Then he buried himself in between my legs.

It was pure bliss from the moment his tongue touched me, and heaven as he began lapping up my clit. He sucked it into his mouth, tugged on it and held it between his lips. I grabbed a chunk of his hair and pulled as I cried out again, feeling him putting a couple fingers inside of me. He began thrusting them inside, steady, and repetitive. My body bucked against them, as I reached up and began twisting my own nipples. The sheer pleasure I got from touching myself was enough to heighten my already happening orgasm.

Once I felt spent, Reed continued licking my pussy. His tongue trudged in between the lips, finishing up with the flick of my clit. Each time I’d jerk my body, unable to stay still. He was so skilled, knowing exactly where to touch me to make me crazy. I couldn’t get enough. “I love how easy it is to make you cum.”

I giggled, because nobody had ever said that about me. “I think it’s just you.”

He leaned forward and brushed his mouth over mine. “You keep giving me compliments like that and I may never want to leave.”

He didn’t know how much I thought that sounded fantastic. In fact, if I could figure out a way to box up the last twenty-four hours, I would do it. Before I could say anything he spun me around, lifted me up, and bent me over until my ass was up in the air. I felt him running his hands up my legs as he stood behind me. Reed slapped his hard erection against the base of my ass. As frightened as I was, I didn’t argue when he started pushing his way inside. It was painful at first, as if I was being ripped open. Then, as quickly as the pain had begun, it was replaced with pleasure. He reached around, rubbing hard on my clit in a circular motion while still banging inside of my ass. I cried out his name as I clenched the edge of the tub. The faster he moved, the more I liked it. I could feel my legs buckling, just as he grabbed me tightly on my hips and held me still. He filled me, while letting our bodies sink back down in the tub.

There were no words to describe what I’d just experienced, and I don’t expect that I would have ever tried such a thing had it not been for my full trust in my partner. He’d been so gentle, and even though there was a bit of pain in the beginning, it turned out to be a pleasing experience; one that I’d be willing to do again if he asked.

A part of me felt dirty, like I’d crossed over some kind of sexual boundary. Obviously not everyone liked that kind of sex. I was learning that maybe I knew nothing about my desires. That was something that needed to be rectified, especially when it brought me so much joy.