Chapter 5
Lather, rinse, repeat.
Get increasingly sexually frustrated in the process.
They were on day five of no sex, just talking, kissing and handholding, and even though Joanna enjoyed getting to know Decker, she was nearly at her wits’ end with him too.
“Are you like wanking it every night in order to not go insane?” she finally asked him on Saturday morning as they danced around each other with practiced ease in the kitchen. She always had oatmeal and fruit for breakfast. Meanwhile, he was more of an eggs and bacon guy. He liked his coffee strong and black, and she took her English Breakfast tea with a splash of milk and a teaspoon of honey.
“Yes,” he said without hesitation.
Her jaw dropped open. “What? I didn’t know we were allowed to on this celibate-get-to-know-each-other thing.”
“When did I ever tell you that you couldn’t get yourself off? You’re telling me you haven’t been? ”
“No! I thought that was part of the whole deal. Sexual deprivation, so when we finally do it, it’s like explosive.”
“If I did that, I’d last like ten seconds when we finally do it.” He leaned back against the counter, amusement dancing in his eyes and a small smile tugging up one corner of his mouth.
She approached him with her eyes narrowed to thin slits. They were chest to chest.
His smile grew.
Her eyes narrowed even more.
“So you’ve literally been wanking every night?”
“Sometimes twice.”
“Fuck.”
He shrugged, then leaned forward and kissed her nose. “I never told you that you couldn’t.”
Growling, she peeled away from him. Then she glanced at the clock on the stove. It was eight-fifteen. Her first class didn’t start until nine. She only taught until one o’clock today. After that, she and Decker were going to go for a hike. “I have time,” she said with an affirmative nod at nobody in particular.
“Time for what?” he called after her as she headed down the hallway toward her room, her strides purposeful and big.
“To release some of this fucking tension,” she replied with a holler before closing her door.
Normally, Decker was cool as a frozen cucumber, but even behind the closed door, she could hear the strangled noise he made when he realized what she planned to do.
Of course, she’d packed Tracy’s Dog. She rarely went anywhere without it.
Crawling under the covers, she pulled her favorite toy out of its satin bag and slid it beneath the sheets.
“Joanna.” His voice was a sultry rumble on the other side of the thick wooden door .
Her pulse went bonkers.
She slipped the penetrative part of the toy into her pussy and turned it on. Setting it to the third speed. There were ten settings in total, but she didn’t like any of the weird patterns. She liked the constant vibration but at the highest speed.
“Joanna,” he said again, his tone slightly more strained.
She liked that he called her by her first name. She liked her name. Always had. There’d been two Joanna’s in her kindergarten class, so her teacher suggested she start going by Joanie. She was too shy to say no. And it stuck. Her parents still called her Joanna, but everyone else called her Joanie. She didn’t hate Joanie, but she liked when someone called her by her given name.
“Are you using your hand or a toy?” he asked.
Making sure that the clit sucking part was properly positioned over her nub, she pressed the button and held it for three seconds until it came on. Then she pressed it twice more until it was at the fastest speed but without any weird pattern. Just like the penetrative part.
“Joanna?” his voice was sterner this time. Excitement raced through her, settling between her legs where her toy pulsed.
“A toy,” she replied.
“Under the covers?”
“Yes.”
“Take the covers off. I want to hear it.”
Biting her lip, she did as she was told and pulled the covers away.
It never took very long for this toy to get her there. Sometimes it was just a matter of minutes.
Add in the fact that she was sexually frustrated and so turned on because Decker was on the other side of the door telling her what to do. She would come in record time.
Pleasure swirled through her. Her clit throbbed. Her hips leaped off the bed .
She squeezed her eyes shut and held the toy in place, remembering that night on the hay bales. Pretending the toy was Decker’s fingers.
His kisses. His fingers. His thumbnail.
Oh, his thumbnail.
“I want to watch you,” he said. “Can I come in?”
“Yes,” she practically screamed as another sharp shard of pleasure lashed through her. She vaguely tuned into the door opening. His footsteps were quiet.
She didn’t open her eyes.
Her top teeth dug painfully into her bottom lip, but she didn’t care. She held the toy in place with one hand as her hips churned and lifted. Then she reached under her shirt and sports bra for a nipple, pinching and tugging on it to heighten her pleasure.
She felt the orgasm.
It was right there.
Within reach.
She could freaking taste it, and it tasted like Decker’s kisses. Whiskey-flavored and so damn delicious.
She wanted to open her eyes, but at the same time, she didn’t. There was something safe about not seeing him there. She could pretend he was still on the other side of the door, only hearing her, not also watching her. Though she did like the idea of him watching her.
She adjusted the toy a quarter inch on her clit and that was all it took.
Her world combusted. Her body caught fire. Her brain turned to mush. And bliss took over.
It’d been a while since she’d gone that long without an orgasm, and the tension release was enough to nearly bring her to tears.
Every muscle, every cell relaxed, and she almost felt like she could fall asleep for a hundred years .
But eventually, the sensation faded and reality took shape again. Her hearing returned when the thundering pulse in her ears calmed down, and her toes uncurled.
Slowly, with slight trepidation, she opened one eye.
Decker stood at the foot of the bed, his mouth open in astonishment, cheeks flushed, and a very noticeable erection in his jeans.
His throat bobbed.
He hadn’t blinked.
She opened the other eye and smiled shyly.
“Feel better?” he asked, his voice hoarse.
She nodded gently. “Yeah.”
She pressed the buttons on the toy to turn off the vibration and sucking, then made to remove it, but he shook his head and she stopped. Then he stepped forward and carefully reached between her legs. She spread them a little more, and he ever so tenderly removed it.
Her pussy lips were so swollen and sensitive.
His gaze dropped down between thighs to where he could probably see just how swollen she was. Just how wet she was.
His eyes heated and his nostrils flared.
Then, that fucker did something she would never forget. He put the vibrator in his mouth and sucked off all her arousal.
Her mouth opened until her jaw nearly unhinged.
He closed his eyes for only a couple of seconds, but it was enough.
“I’ll go wash this for you,” he said, then he disappeared out of the bedroom, leaving her once again turned on and sexually frustrated.
Every time Decker thought about their morning, he’d smile, then get a boner .
Watching Joanna get herself off was one of the hottest things he’d ever seen in his fucking life. Then putting her toy in his mouth and watching her reaction just made the whole thing even better.
But now that he’d gotten a taste of her, he was like a fucking addict and wanted more.
They’d spent the last five days really getting to know each other.
He knew she was frustrated, but at the same time, he also knew she really appreciated his effort.
She wasn’t just some random fuck.
She was special.
She was someone he wanted a connection with.
But maybe it was time.
They were going for a hike when she finished teaching. He packed them a picnic and Asher told him about a great little lake in the mountains. It was only a twenty-minute drive from the ranch, then a three-mile hike in. Not many people knew about it, since there were no trails into the lake, but after flying over it in Cal’s helicopter, Asher and Nate had covertly marked a trail using a technique that only their SEAL team knew. So Decker would have no problem following the markers, but Joe Blow the civilian might.
He packed blankets and towels, condoms and lube and anything else they might need for their date. Like a good Boy Scout turned Navy SEAL, you could never be too prepared.
She was back inside the farmhouse shortly after one o'clock, and ready to go by one-forty.
They borrowed one of the many trucks on the ranch and hit the road with the sun in the rearview mirror and blue sky ahead of them.
He reached for her hand across the bench seat. “This morning was fun.”
She blinked, then pink filled her cheeks. “It was. But after what you did with my toy, it just piled the tension right back on.”
He snorted. He loved her honesty .
“I’ve had an erection all fucking day,” he said blandly. “Made mucking stalls a little uncomfortable.”
She snickered. “Serves you right.”
He squeezed her fingers, then returned his hand to the wheel. “Do you hike much?”
Her derisive snort told him she did not. Luckily, Asher said the hike wasn’t difficult, it just involved a bit of bushwhacking.
They rode the rest of the way to the parking spot in companionable silence. It wasn’t awkward. She stared happily out the window and he enjoyed just sitting beside her in the truck.
Parking the truck in the shade, and where he knew it would stay shady, he climbed out.
She did the same.
Slinging the backpack over his back, he took a quick moment to admire the way the sun on her face made the blue in her eyes glitter. She wasn’t wearing any makeup, and she’d probably have a few more cute freckles on her cheeks and shoulders after today.
Just more places for him to kiss.
“Shall we go?” he asked, hitting the fob to lock the truck.
She nodded and waited for him to find the first marker. It was barely noticeable unless you were looking for it. Sticks bent in a very particular way, then wedged into the V of two trees that connected at the root. It pointed northwest, so he headed northwest.
“How’d you know to go this way?” she asked, twigs cracking under her running shoes as she skipped to keep up with him.
“Asher and Nate marked the trail. I know their marks.”
“Cool.”
She was wearing navy cropped yoga pants and a hot pink tank top of a similar workout material. Her blonde curls were piled on top of her head in a sexy, messy top knot, but a few wisps fell down without care to frame her face .
He was in shorts and a T-shirt.
“Do you think the lake will be warm enough for swimming?”
“Doubt it, but we can try anyway.”
“I didn’t bring a bathing suit.”
He craned his head around and cracked a half-smirk. “Neither did I.”
She bit her bottom lip, but the smile broke through. “Oh.”
Dead leaves crunched under their shoes, and birds sung high in the canopy. It was a wonderful soundtrack to what was shaping up to be picturesque day.
Although the breeze was on the cooler side back at the ranch, the sun hung high overhead with benign warmth and they were shrouded in the forest, safe from the wind. Sweat quickly broke out on his forehead, but Decker didn’t mind.
He stopped when they reached the next marker and pointed. “See.” It was the same as before. Sticks bent and angled in the V of two trees. They pointed more due north than the last marker. “We need to go more north than west now.”
Her brows knitted together. “ That’s the marker? You’re sure?”
He smiled. “Dead sure. It’s what we used all the time when we needed to let each other know where we were without revealing our location to the enemy.”
She blew out a breath and plopped her hands on her hips. “Okay … I’d rather not get lost, though. Triss said there are bears in the woods.”
“There are. But we’ll be fine. I have bear spray.”
“You don’t need that. You just need to outrun me.”
He barked out a laugh at her unexpected response. Then, just because it’d been a while since he touched her, he bent low and scooped her up caveman style, so her head hung behind him over the backpack. “Naw, I’d just carry you like this.” Then he started to run. “See. I won’t let you get eaten by a bear, Joanna.”
She giggled in that sweet way he adored and smacked his shoulder. “Put me down, Decker! ”
“Nope. Can’t risk you getting eaten by a bear. This is safer.” He slowed his roll to a quick-paced walk.
“This is actually really uncomfortable over the backpack. Please put me down.”
Oh shit.
He stopped and set her own her feet. She was still smiling and her cheeks glowed a sexy pink. “Sorry.”
Lifting one shoulder in a playful shrug, she leaned over and bumped him. “Just don’t outrun me if we come across a bear, okay?”
“Deal.”
They continued on, locating the markers with ease and adjusting their course.
“This is actually a brilliant marking system,” she said, having found the next one before Decker even did. She beamed up at him when she adjusted their course according to the sticks, taking the lead.
He didn’t mind one bit. It gave him an excuse to stare at her ass in those yoga pants.
She located the next several markers, which impressed the shit out of him. Then they were at the lake.
“Oh my. This is lovely,” she said in awe as they stood on top of a small bluff overlooking the crystal-clear lake surrounded by towering evergreens. “There’s even a little island in the middle.”
“Asher said there’s a small beach to the left here,” Decker said, heading downward.
She followed and within five minutes they were down at a small rocky beach with the sun in front of them and the water glittering like a million diamonds.
He welcomed the warm breeze across the V of sweat along the neckline of his T-shirt. He wasted no time peeling it over his head and hanging it on a tree branch to dry. Then he spun around to face her and begin unloading the backpack, but stopped when he caught her standing there with her mouth open.
“What?” he asked, hiding a smirk by dipping his head to open the backpack.
“That stomach seems painted on. That’s not real. It can’t be. Nobody in real life has a stomach like that. It’s photoshopped.”
He snorted and his smirk tugged harder at the corners of his mouth. “Yeah. I paint these lines on every morning. You’ll see them wash off when I get in the water. Nothing but a beer belly, really. It’s all an illusion.” He pulled a plaid picnic blanket out of the backpack and spread it over the rocks, then patted his stomach.
She glared at him playfully and shook her head. Then she peeled off her tank top to reveal a black sports bra. Next came her yoga pants. In seconds, she was in nothing but a black thong and a black sports bra, and his dick pressed against the zipper of his cargo shorts.
“I paint my tits on, too,” she said with a snicker to her voice, making him realize he’d stopped searching in the backpack and was just standing there slack-jawed and staring at her.
He cleared his throat and resumed pulling their picnic out of the backpack. She reclined on the blanket and closed her eyes. She was like the cover of a fucking magazine, all sprawled out on the blanket. One leg was bent at the knee, her arms were casually thrown up by her head and a small, playful smile curled her full lips.
She was the best kind of distraction.
“I suppose I should ask if you need some help,” she said, rolling over to her side and propping her head up on one hand. That just made her tits squish together, and he nearly swallowed his fucking tongue.
“You’re helping plenty just laying there looking like that,” he said, bringing out more containers of food and setting them down.
Once he was finished, he joined her on the blanket .
She sat up and watched him open the bottle of sparkling wine he’d wrapped in a few cryo-pack ice packs. The kind you use for injuries. They were more flexible, and he wrapped a few of them around the bottle and then rolled it all in a towel. The wine was still chilled.
The cork deploying made a loud echo across the lake.
He found plastic champagne flutes in the kitchen cupboard in the farmhouse, so even though they weren’t as fancy, they were far more practical. He poured her a healthy portion and handed it to her.
She waited for him to pour himself some, then turned to him with a big smile. “What should we toast to?”
He’d spoken more words with this woman in the past week than he had with anyone in his life—besides, maybe his brother. But for once, he was speechless.
“How about to making connections ?” she offered, a coy smile tipping her lips.
Heat flickered in his belly, and he nodded, knocking his plastic flute against hers. “To making connections.”
They sipped their beverages in silence, staring out at the translucent lake.
There was no awkwardness with Joanna. No second guessing in his head that she was quiet because she was secretly brooding and angry with him. The woman didn't play head games, and he appreciated the fuck out of that.
With a deep sigh, he felt right to his marrow, she finished her wine and set the flute down on the rocks before turning to face him again. “Thank you for this. I really needed it.”
“Tough week?”
She smiled more brightly than the warm sun overhead, but shook her head. “Not at all. This week was … magical. I honestly thought I was going to be absolute rubbish as a dance teacher. I’ve never taught anyone anything in my life, let alone children . But it was brilliant. They were brilliant. Sweet and clever. Fun and so eager to learn and improve. Moves they couldn’t achieve on Tuesday, they were masters at today. And the smiles of pride on their faces brought so much warmth to my heart and tears to my eyes. I—” She swallowed and blinked a few times as the emotion took hold of her. “I loved it. Every minute of it.”
She swept a tear away, but he knew it was a tear of joy. Of feeling fulfilled. She was back doing what she loved, which was dancing.
“Now I know why Mieka is so bloody happy all the time and why she turned down moving to Toronto to sell real estate to snobby, rich people.” She chuckled through what was clearly a tight throat. Then she glanced around where they were. “She’s living in paradise with her dream job, dream guy and cheeky goats. She’s living the dream.” Envy seeped into her tone.
“Why can’t you live the dream?”
Her chuckle turned a little bitter. “You make it sound so easy. But my life, my job, they’re in Toronto. I’m applying for residency. My brother is sponsoring me. I don’t have any family here.”
Frowning, he grabbed his phone from the pocket of his pants. He had service.
He shot off a quick text.
She watched him, but he held his phone at an angle he knew she wouldn’t be able to see who he was texting or what.
“Anyway, maybe I can find a job as a dance teacher in Toronto.” She pushed her bottom lip out further and blew out a breath. “I can’t go back to real estate. I just can’t. My brother will be sad, but he’ll understand.”
He nodded, but kept his thoughts to himself.
His phone vibrated a minute later with a response from who he texted and he grinned. He already knew what the response would be, but he wanted confirmation first.
“I’m pretty sure Mieka would hire you,” he said, opening up the containers of cheeses, crackers, meats, olives, and cut up fruit.
“I’m sure she would, too. She said as much. But it’s not that simple. There’s the whole getting sponsored thing. I don’t really know how it works to get permanent residency here in the states. I’d have to look into it. ”
“I just asked her if she’d hire you and she texted back with ‘FUCK YES. I WOULD HIRE HER YESTERDAY.’ In all caps.” He showed her his phone.
Her brows wrinkled when she read the text. Then she popped an olive into her mouth. “Okaaay …”
“And as for the residency thing …” Heat wormed its way into his cheeks, and his belly prickled with unease. But that only lasted for half a second before an overwhelming sense of calm took over. “We could always get married.”
Her blue-hazel eyes went wider than saucers. “Are you mental?”
Now it was his turn for his brows to bunch. “No. They do a psych evaluation before you’re allowed to join any kind of special ops military organization. I passed with flying colors.”
She scoffed. “Not what I mean, and you know it. You’ve got to be mad proposing to someone you’ve only known for …” She did some quick mental math. “Eight days.”
“Yes, but in those eight days, we’ve accomplished a lot. Gotten to know each other. You know all about my upbringing. That I’m from Missouri, have one brother—who you’ve met—and a younger sister. My parents are still together. Mom is a retired kindergarten teacher. Dad was a principal and is now retired. Now my sister and her husband are the exact same, kindergarten teacher and principal in St. Louis.” He ran his right index finger down the front of his right shin. The one he’d turned into a fish skeleton tattoo. “You know how I got this scar.”
The worry in her eyes slowly faded.
He pointed to all the other scars on his arms and hands. “You know how I got each and every one of these.” Then he reached for her left hand and spun it around gently so it was face up, tracing his finger over the white scar that ran diagonally across her palm. “And I know how you got this scar, and many of the other ones, too.”
Her lips pressed tightly together.
With his free hand, he tucked a loose strand of blonde hair behind her ear, then cupped the shell of her ear. “I know that you hated your ears growing up because the top part sticks out just a little. Someone said you had pixie ears, so for three years you taped them to the side of your head every night hoping they’d change.” Then he leaned forward and kissed the ear he was touching, then moved over and kissed the other. “I happen to think your ears are perfect.”
Pink crept into her cheeks, muting the freckles a little.
“We know each other, Joanna. We’ve connected on nearly every level. I’ve never felt more comfortable with someone—besides maybe my brother—in my entire life. Hell,” he threw his head back and shook is, “I’ve never talked this much with anyone in my entire life. You. Make. Me. Want. To. Talk.”
A small smile tickled the corner of her mouth.
He didn’t let go of her hand, but rather laced his fingers through hers and squeezed. “I’m not saying it needs to happen tomorrow.” Her eyes went a little buggy. “But I want you to know that the offer is on the table. If it means getting you your dream life and your dream job faster, then I’ll help anyway I can.”
“Including marrying me?”
“Including marrying you.”
“Then, what? After I get my permanent residency, we get divorced?”
He frowned. “Well, I’d hope not. I quite like you and hope that maybe you like me back, and we could actually give the whole marriage thing an honest attempt. But if you want a divorce after your permanent residency status is approved, then okay.”
She swallowed and stared at their intertwined hands. “An employer can sponsor me, too,” she whispered.
“I know that. I read up on it. A family member or employer, or you can file yourself. But the fastest and most effective way is to marry a US citizen.”
She glanced back up at him. “You’re really serious?”
“Yeah, I am. I care about you. I can easily see myself falling in love with you if I’m not already on the way there. You’re funny and smart, ambitious and blunt. I thought I was content with my life, but meeting you made me realize that I’ve secretly been wanting more.”
“Like … a … family?” Worry filled her eyes. “Because I don’t know if I want kids. I like kids—some—but I’m not sure I’m cut out to be a mum.”
He shook his head dismissively. “Don’t care one way or another. Kids are cool—some,” she snorted, “but they’re not a make or break deal for me.”
“Okay, so hypothetically, I say yes to marrying you. I get my permanent residency and start working here for Mieka full time. Will we just be long-distance … or will this be a marriage of convenience, on paper only? Your apartment is in Dallas.”
“With boxes that I haven’t opened in the six years I’ve rented the place. I have no art on the walls and I pay month-to-month. I could be out of there in thirty days.”
“And living where?”
He glanced around. “Here? Colorado. With you.”
She untangled their fingers and glanced out toward the lake. “I’m sorry,” she pressed her hand to her forehead, “this is just a lot to absorb. You’re offering to marry me?”
“Yes.”
She spun around, irritation in her eyes. “Decker, we haven’t even shagged yet. I could be the worst shag of your life and here you are, prepared to saddle yourself to this horse, and you’ve never even taken her for a bloody ride.”
He knew he shouldn’t find her comparing herself to a horse—again—funny, but he did. He tried to keep himself from smiling. It wasn’t easy. And he failed.
Her brows pinned. “It’s not funny.”
“It is a little funny. You just compared yourself to a horse—again.”
She rolled her pretty eyes. “You know what I mean.”
“I’m assuming we’d have sex before we got as far as getting married. I mean,” he leaned over and grabbed the strip of condoms from the backpack, “I brought condoms in case we decided today was the day.”
“ We ? You’ve been driving this bus. I was ready seven days ago. You gave me a pity fingerbang as a consolation prize.”
Well, that hurt.
He was trying to be a gentleman—sort of. He didn’t want to take advantage of a drunk woman and give her mediocre sex she may or may not remember. He also really liked her and wanted the first time they were together to mean something. Even if it didn’t mean forever, he wanted it to mean more than itch scratching and orgasm chasing.
But he also didn’t want her wandering off to find a drunk and horny ranch hand to give her what she needed. So he compromised his own code a little and gave her a couple of orgasms.
His mouth dipped into a deep frown and he glanced down at his lap. This was all going horribly wrong. Not how he thought it would go at all.
Not that he thought he’d be proposing to her here, but their serene day at the lake was becoming tense and awkward.
He glanced out of the corner of his eye at her. She was staring at him. Waiting for him to say something.
Sucking in a deep breath, he lifted his gaze. “I said we because sex takes two people. Two consenting people. I wasn’t consenting the night of the wedding because you were drunk and I didn’t want to take advantage. Now , I’m ready. But if you’re not, that’s fine. I’ve gotten to know you and what I know, I really really like. We have a connection and if we have sex, it will mean something to me. But if you no longer feel that way, then that’s okay, too. If you’re not ready, then, that’s okay, t—”
She was straddling him and tugging her sports bra over her head before he could finish the last syllable. “Shut up. You talk too much.”
He couldn’t stop the snort from rumbling through him. Nobody had ever said that to him before in his life. Ever.
“I’m ready,” she said, pressing her naked chest against his chest and wrapping her arms around his neck to kiss him .
He held her close, kissing her in return and running his hands over the soft skin of her lower back.
She rocked against his growing erection and tugged on his bottom lip with her teeth.
She was a tigress, taking control of the kiss and making him recline onto the blanket.
She sat back up on his lap, blocking out the sun, which created an angelic halo around her golden head tied up in a topknot.
Smiling down at him in a sexpot kind of way, she lifted up higher onto her knees and went to work on the front of his khaki shorts.
He sprang free, and she sucked in a deep breath, her eyes going wide.
He knew he was no slouch, but it was always nice to get that kind of reaction.
“Not too big. Not too small. But juuuuuusssst right.” He’d heard on more than one occasion.
He lifted his hips and shimmied his shorts down a little further while she removed her thong, then sat back down on his lap with her bare, wet pussy.
He knew she was wet already because when she shifted, she left a damp patch on his shorts.
He liked that.
Leaning forward again and covering him, she claimed his mouth once more. “How many times can you go?” she asked, breaking the kiss just long enough to ask.
He grunted when she bit his lip again. “A few times. Need like thirty minutes to recharge, but I can always take care of you while we wait.”
She smiled and kissed him again, delving her tongue deeper into his mouth. She tasted like sparkling wine and olives. A rich and decadent combination.
Sucking on his tongue, his cock grew painfully stiff against her belly as he could only imagine that was how she sucked cock—or possibly even better.
“Condom?” she said breathlessly, sitting back up on his lap .
He reached for the strip, pulled one off, opened the foil and rolled it on with practiced ease.
“I’ve been in a wee bit of a dry spell,” she said, apprehension in her eyes. “Go slow with me.”
“You’re the one driving this bus or riding this horse or … whatever,” he said, earning a sassy eye roll and smirk from her. “And it’s been a while for me, too. Go slow.”
She scrunched her nose, reached forward, and pinched his nipple. “Cheeky.”
Joanna’s face turned serious again, though, and she exhaled deeply through her nose, lifted up and he gripped himself at the base. Together they notched him at her center, and she set the pace, slowly sinking down.
Fuck, she felt good.
“Ooooooh, oooooh, god,” she crooned, biting her bottom lip and shutting her eyes.
She was a snug fucking fit. Holy God, did her pussy squeeze him.
“The stretch,” she breathed. “It’s brilliant.”
He was only human and couldn’t stop himself from grinning like a prideful idiot.
Once she bottomed out and he was fully seated, she opened her eyes and glanced down at him. A cute little smile made one side of her mouth twitch.
She hadn’t even started to move yet, and he knew he could easily come. Just being inside her, after the wait, the anticipation, the connection. Not to mention how goddamn tight she was. His cock was in a warm velvet vice and it never wanted to leave.
Keeping eye contact with him, she started to rock her hips. Back and forth, not up and down.
Jesus. Christ.
He was going to nut it so fucking fast.
Her tits were perfect. Two luscious handfuls with raspberry nipples that were growing tighter and pointier by the second .
He reached up and cupped them, strumming his thumbs over the points, then gently plucking. She moaned and pushed her chest into his palms, encouraging him to continue as she kept rocking forward.
She was an absolute vision.
Sexy as fucking hell and like an angel come to earth with the sun around her.
She had her lip between her teeth again and her eyes on him. She knew what she was doing. She knew she was driving him crazy. But the way she clenched and unclenched around him, the way she moaned and how fucking slippery she was getting, said she was getting pretty crazy, too.
“Not going to last much longer,” she breathed.
Thank fuck, because neither was he.
“The stretch. Oh dear god, the stretch.”
He released one breast and brought his fingers down between them to find her clit. It was already swollen and slick. He timed his movements with her hip rocks and found a rhythm that had her breathing heavy and her speed increasing. She was close.
So was he.
He flicked his fingernail under her clit hood and she paused her movements. Her mouth opened, but nothing came out and then she broke. “Oh god!” she cried out, her words echoing loudly around the lake.
Her walls throbbed around his cock, squeezing and releasing. Her clit pulsed beneath his fingertip and her lower belly clenched tight as the orgasm spiralled through her.
He wanted to watch. He tried to watch. But the squeezing and the throbbing, not to mention she was just so fucking beautiful naked on top of him, that he couldn’t hold off anymore.
His body went stiff. He released her breast and paused his efforts on her clit as his own climax shook his soul clear from his bones. His muscles clenched and his lower belly heated. Every time his balls twitched, and he released more cum into the condom, she squeezed him tighter, and somehow right at the crown, too, enhancing his release.
Did she know what she was doing?
Either way, it was spectacular.
His eyes closed of their own volition, and he kept them shut as the waves of ecstasy rocked through him.
She was still enjoying the aftershocks of her release by the time his soul returned to his body, so he pried open one eye and watched her enjoy herself. Enjoy their connection and the way he helped make her body feel.
When the orgasm finally ended, she exhaled, and her muscles relaxed. She pried one eye open, just like he had, and that struck him as a sweet. Then she smiled. “Well, at least my future husband will be good at sex. We can cross that worry off the list.”
It took him a hot second to register what she’d just said. And when he did, he sprang up to sit, and nearly knocked her backward. He caught her, though. He’d always catch her. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
Her smile was coy.
He was still inside her and wearing a condom. They needed to deal with that.
Fuck.
She must have read his mind about the condom and climbed off him with a surprising amount of grace. He removed the condom and tied the end, then stuffed it into a napkin.
She was beautifully naked, standing in front of the sun, so he peeled his shorts and boxers off completely so they were both in the buff. Then he stood up and approached her. “Are we engaged?”
“I mean …” She shrugged. “I’m still going to have to see how you eat pussy. Can’t have a rubbish pussy eater for a husband, but the sex was pretty good. So I’m going to go with a preliminary, yes.”
Elation swept through him.
She said yes … sort of .
She cleared her throat in an authoritative way and angled her head downward, then glanced at the ground.
He wasn’t catching on.
“I’m an old-fashioned girl, Decker. I’d like to be proposed to the old-fashioned way.”
Oh, she was a pistol.
His pistol.
Sinking to one knee on the rocks and ignoring the pain throbbing in his patella, he reached for her hand. “Joanna Winifred Matilda Fernsby …” She snorted at his use of all her names, the ones she had after her grandmothers. “Will you do me the honor of marrying me? And not just so you can get a green card and live in the states, but because I am good at sex and you like being around me.”
Her smile was radiant. She had the most gorgeous freshly fucked glow and all those adorable freckles were out for him to kiss. She had a lot of them, so he needed to get going. “Yes, Decker Matthew McKnight. I will marry you. And it’s not just because you’re good and sex—and fingerbanging—but because I also like being around you.”
They smiled at each.
Then her smile dropped. “Now what? I’m guessing you don’t have a ring.”
“We’ll go buy you one in Denver tomorrow,” he said matter-of-factly.
She nodded.
“But right now, I need to make sure you know I’m not just a decent lay and fingerbanger, but I can also eat pussy like a fucking pro.” Then he lunged forward, making her squeak out in surprise, and he scooped her up and laid her back down on the blanket where he bent her knees and spread her thighs.
Her pussy was beautifully pink and plump and still slick from arousal.
She tried to squirm away from him, though, but he held her thighs firmly. “Noooo, I’m going to taste like condom and I just hiked. I’ll be all gross. Let me swim in the lake first. ”
He shook his head and hunkered down on his belly, flicking her clit with his tongue and causing her to spasm. “Nuh-uh. I don’t care if my wife has just been to the gym on a hike or had my cock with a condom on inside her—or no condom at all. I will eat her until she screams, no matter what.” Decker glanced up her body and their gazes met as he latched his lips around her clit and sucked.
Her eyes went wide, and she exhaled a slow, “Fuuuuuuucckkkk.”
He grinned against her cleft, then he closed his eyes and got to work, eating his fiancée’s pussy, because there was nobody else’s he’d rather eat. For the rest of his fucking life.