Chapter Ten
Ross
“Sure.” Autumn exhaled a deep breath, cheeks flushed pink. “This is a date?” Her wide smile was a relief.
Moving closer, I cupped her chin and kissed her again. I lingered on her mouth this time. Warm hands splayed over my pecs, then tangled in the checkered fabric covering them. I licked across her bottom lip, enjoying the full body shiver that ran through her.
“It’s a date,” I confirmed.
With a soft groan, she opened for me, inviting me inside. Her fingers moved closer to my nipples. I knew nobody would notice her explorations, but fuck, I felt them in my soul. Her pinky finger grazed the tight bud pressing against the fabric.
“Little Fairy,” I gasped, sliding my hand into her hair and deepening our connection.
Thank the gods she said yes to that turn around the orchard.
I had her back up to an apple tree again in a heartbeat, plastering my body to hers to show her what those hands did to me.
She rubbed against my bulge, chasing the friction we both craved.
You’ll have me crawling at your feet, begging you for release if you keep doing that.
I was unable to stop and devoured her mouth.
Let’s hope nobody comes to this part of the orchard.
“Come on, Little Fairy,” I growled as I dipped my snout to her neck, licking the salty skin behind her ear. “Use me and get yourself off on my leg.”
Autumn whimpered, her dark red hair a gorgeous mess. She raised her bedroom eyes to mine, mouth slack, and fucking rode my thigh. I held against it, flexing my leg to give her more pleasure.
“Ross,” she whimpered. Her desperation pulled me even deeper under her spell.
Her climax was nearly silent. Autumn gasped and mewled my name again as her body shook in my arms.
I wanted to drag her dress up and fuck her right here. The look on her face signalled she felt the same.
We made it back to my car where I kissed her again, suddenly starving for her lips. Her small hand pressed against my bulge as I cradled her head in my palms and devoured her.
I had very little recollection of driving us back to my house.
One minute I kissed Autumn, the next I pulled up outside the cottage I owned in Fox Grove, and we got out of the car.
That was when it hit me.
Fucking hell! You kissed her and made her come! What the heck is wrong with you?
“Hey!” She bounded around the van to me, brimming with excitement. “Let’s start cooking, okay? All that fresh air made me so hungry.”
And that orgasm, probably. But me, too. I’m so hungry I could eat you whole.
“Okay.” I handed her the keys, and grabbed the pumpkins from the back seat. “Can you open the door for me please?”
“Sure thing!”
It was difficult to keep calm when Autumn was around. She was so alive, so full of energy it was infectious.
I set the pumpkins on the counter and waited for her to join me in the kitchen. There was something I needed to tell her before the evening progressed. I couldn’t let her keep going without knowing that I’d been keeping secrets.
“Maeve offered me an extended contract for the two new locations,” I blurted out. “And half of their stall at the Autumn Fest.”
She pressed her lips together to hide her smile, but I still saw it in her eyes.
“You already knew?” I gaped at her.
“She told me, yes,” Autumn affirmed.
“Why didn’t you tell me? You still, uh, practiced with me even though you knew?” Was she upset with me or did she feel guilty because I took her to work every morning? Was that why she…
She gripped my wrist. “I knew you would tell me, eventually.” Warmth spread through my arm and her scent made me feel lightheaded.
“And you might still want to acquire some new customers. Three cafes won’t fill your roasting schedule, will it?
And besides…” Autumn stood on tiptoes and pecked me on the nose. “I enjoy spending time with you, Ross.”
“Me, too, Autumn.” I slipped an arm around her and preened when she sighed.
“More practice?” she asked.
“I’m not practicing anymore.” I slanted my mouth over hers and ran my tongue once across the seam of her lips. “Let me in, Little Fairy,” I murmured into the kiss.
We broke apart after a long time, both out of breath, and grinning whenever we caught each other’s eyes.
Autumn and I barely managed to keep our hands to ourselves as we cooked dinner and ate, even though I wanted to keep touching her.
Just to hear her sigh again.
Once we’d cleared the table and stacked the dishwasher, we stood a little awkwardly in my kitchen.
Be brave, Graham.
“My sweet little fairy princess.” I caressed her cheek then trailed my hand down her neck. “Are you sure you want this?”
She brushed a strand of hair off my brow.
“If by ‘this’ you mean you then yes.”
I led her to the couch, sat down, and guided her down on my lap.
“I haven’t been with anyone in a while. Things have been different since my…”
Autumn cupped my head in her hands and searched my face. “Since your…?”
“Burnout,” I said, distracted by her sweet curvy body pressing down on my suddenly very happy and attentive cock.
“I’m so sorry you experienced that, Ross. It must have been so hard.” She brushed the length of my nose, giving me an empathetic little pout.
Gods, yes.
“It was. But it’s good now, more than good, actually.” Daring to put my hands on her hips earned me a little gasp.
“I’m so glad to hear that.” The more I lost my self-restraint, the more Autumn tried to hold onto hers.
Where does this leave us?
I slid my hands up to palm her waist, marvelling at how small she was compared to me.
Her hands landed on my chest.
“Do you want me to stop?” I had to ask her. Consent had always been my top priority, and getting it was such a fucking turn on.
“No, please,” she gasped. “Keep going.”
There was no way she didn’t feel my cock bucking between her legs at that sound.
“I like your hands on me.”
Moving them a bit higher meant I could cup her small breasts in my palms.
Hearing her moan my name warmed my insides and gave a boost to my self confidence.
It’s the little things that make a life worth living, Mr Graham.
That’s what my therapist said when I started working my way through the burnout.
I hadn’t believed her. Money and work had been my north stars. Until the house of cards I had built came crashing down on my face.
Seeing a soft pink tinge on Autumn’s cheeks and those soft noises of pleasure she made as I hitched my thumbs on her nipples made me believe the therapist’s words. This, and how my life had changed.
“Little Fairy,” I sighed, rolling her hard tips between thumbs and forefingers.
“Oh Gosh,” she moaned and dug her teeth into her bottom lip.
“No.” Abandoning her breast, I brought my thumb to her mouth and pulled her lip free. “Let me hear you. Please.”
“Ross. Touch me, please.”
I slipped my hand around to her nape and brought her head down so I could see her face. The other I brought under her skirt. “Is this where you need me?” I barely recognised my silky voice.
“Yes,” she whimpered, nodding her head.
Feeling the edge of a stocking instead of a pair of tights I needed to work around was a pleasant surprise. Finding her knickers already damp between her legs almost made me come in my trousers.
Holy fuck.
Autumn urged her core against my fingers, begging for some friction.
“Oh Gosh, Ross!” Her heated little gasp when I slipped my fingers under the fabric and, once I’d coated them in her arousal, inside her slick cunt, was the best thing I’d ever heard.
“Can you take your jumper off for me, Autumn?”
“Uh-huh.” She fought it up and over her head, dropping it carelessly on the floor.
“And that bra, too?” I asked, my voice pitching down another octave.
She obeyed in an instant.
“Gods, you’re so beautiful.” Arching her head back, I brought my muzzle to her tit, sucking her nipple between my lips.
Once more she sighed my name, so desperately I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Do you want to take it to the bedroom, Little Fairy?” I asked her in a pleading voice. “I’m tested and have an implant. And condoms.”
She looked up at me from under her lashes. “I’m tested, too. Can we ditch the condoms? Please, Ross.”
Taking my fingers out of her, I lifted her to her feet and carried her to the bedroom. Once I set her on her feet there, I struggled with her skirt.
“I’ll get myself naked, and you take your own clothes off, how about it?” she teased.
I wrenched my trousers off, groaning with relief when I freed my cock, and watched her take that pretty green skirt off.
“Oh, fuck me.” Gripping my length, I gave myself a lazy stroke. “Take your knickers off and get back on my lap.”
She shimmied them down her thighs, exposing the trimmed hair at her core and a glimpse of her slick cunt.
She’s dripping with it.
I helped her climb back up, positioning her on my head, and holding her hands as she slowly sank down.
Fuuuck.
Letting gravity work its magic, her body opened around me, driving me out of my mind.
I groaned and prayed for mercy and the ability to hold out a bit longer. Her gaze travelled up to meet my eyes as her cunt stretched even more.
“Don’t hurt yourself, my sweet Autumn,” I said, bringing our clasped hands up to stroke her sweaty cheek.
“It doesn’t hurt, oh God.” With a gasp she used my hand for leverage and raised herself up on my length. “You feel so fucking good, Ross.” The red in her cheeks darkened even more at her use of that pet name. Again she pushed herself up, until we had established a rhythm.
It left us both breathless and moaning.
I should have wanked more. Way more.
Maybe I could have held out longer. Slicking my thumb on her core, I brought it to her clit.
“Gods, Little Fairy. Your cunt is so tight and swollen, so desperate for a pounding,” I breathed as I drew circles around her hot flesh, careful not to overstimulate her.
I needn’t have worried, or maybe I should have. We could have drawn it out a bit longer, then.
“Ross!” Autumn gasped, squeezing my hand, her other gripping my pectoral as a love handle as she came around my cock.
Pulling her down, I plunged my tongue between her lips.
Two, three tiny bucks of my hips were all I managed before I gripped her hips, ground her down and came inside her with an embarrassing grunt.
Her head came to rest on my chest, and I felt her clench around me with aftershocks.
“God,” she moaned softly, snuggling her face into my skin. Her tiny giggles when her muscles kept contracting for another minute undid me.
“Did it feel good for you?” I asked her in a whisper. Her body didn’t lie but I needed to know how her head felt about it.
Autumn hummed and rubbed her cheek on my pec like a kitten. “So good. You?” She sounded almost asleep.
“Perfect.”