Chapter Fourteen. #4
A rush of adrenaline surges through me. I can’t believe he’s asking me this right now. I curl my toes and fists to keep my composure but all I want to do is scream and shout it to anyone who’ll listen.
“Mhmm.” He nods, keeping his eyes on mine.
I bite down on my lower lip to hide my smile.
“Yes, of course I’ll be your girlfriend!
” I kiss him hard and lean over him, my hair draping next to him and off his shoulder.
My grin is so wide it’s about to split my skin.
We stare at each other as I stay above him.
He caresses my face gently, searching for something in it, but what, I don’t know.
“What?”
“I’m just so fucking happy right now.” He leans up and slams his mouth to mine. We make out for a while again, our body heat misting out from under the blanket.
“One thing,” I interrupt.
He stops; his hand still tangled in my hair.
“Hmm…?”
“Can we use different terms other than boyfriend and girlfriend? I hate the way they sound. I don’t know why, but they make me cringe.”
He laughs softly. “Whatever you want, babe.”
Ooof, babe. That makes me feel some type a way.
“What do you want us to call each other, instead?”
I lick my lips in concentration. “How about we just say we’re each other’s person? Or you’re my man and I’m your woman?”
“Hm. I like the sound of you’re my woman. It sounds great. Better be prepared though…if someone asks what we are, I’m going to say you’re my woman and if they get offended and think I’m anti-feminist, it’s your fault.”
I smile down at my man. Ah! My man!
“I’ll take the heat for it. I don’t care.” I give him an eskimo kiss.
Butterflies explode inside me. I officially have a man, and he’s my best friend. I never would’ve predicted this. Getting to be with him used to seem like a far-fetched dream and now he’s mine. All mine.
I study him, running my fingers over his cheeks, his eyebrows, his chin, admiring every part of him. He lets me explore while looking at me like I’m the most precious thing in the world, a small smile permanently set on his face.
My fingers reach his chest and I notice his shirt’s still pulled up, his v-cut clearly sticking out, his belly rising and falling with his breaths. And then… and then there’s him, his hardness, pressing against his jeans, forming a huge outline.
My body reacts quickly. The rebound rate on me still surprises me but I’m not complaining about it. He clearly notices the change in me as his eyes glaze over, his lips now parting, tongue dancing slowly in his mouth as it lies in wait for my next move. His breathing picks up in sync with mine.
Feeling bold, I lean down, kissing him fiercely and explore his face, his neck, his chest and finally his v-cut and the creases in his abs.
Our tongues dance, his body trembling with each light touch I trace on his skin. I can feel him pulsing beneath his jeans on my leg which isn’t helping how wet I already am.
He can’t tell me what to do. I want to see what it feels like. I’m going for it.
I move my leg off him, making room for me to travel my hand along his skin, savoring every ripple until I run over the button on his jeans.
He doesn’t stop me. I reach down and drag my palm over him on the outside of his pants.
His thickness takes up most of my palm, the length longer than I expected.
When I reach the end of it, I drag my palm down again and apply a small amount of pressure. His hips buck and his eyes roll back as I rub my palm harder on him, slowly grinding up and down.
“Fuck, Char. Fuck,” he moans. I revel in his reaction, soaking in the control of his pleasure that makes me feel powerful.
“Even though I was forbidden from touching you, bet you’re glad I did, huh?”
“You brat,” he smirks mischievously.
In one move he hooks his arm around my leg, flips me on my back and climbs on top of me. He inches both my legs apart with his knees and lays himself on top of me.
Nervousness arises but I swallow it. There’s no need to be nervous. I trust him. Plus, I’m having fun, and I am really enjoying this.
I want to keep experiencing this pleasure and giving him pleasure back. This is how couples are supposed to be.
Ahhh, I love that we’re a couple.
He rests his hands next to my ears, the veins popping out from the strength it takes to hold himself up over me.
“Tap if you need to,” he pants.
He lowers, his full weight dropping on me before he begins grinding into me. Hard.
Up and down.
Up and down.
He drops to his forearms and places his other arm under my head, grabbing my hair, his bicep pressing into my neck. He’s fully back in control. I let him lead me, closing my eyes as previously instructed and soak into the moment, my hands clinging for dear life on his belt loops.
“Do you feel how hard you get me?” he pants into my ear.
“Yes,” I moan softly, followed by another higher pitched moan.
“Grind into me harder. Please,” I beg.
I needed more.
I let go of the belt loops and latch onto his sides, my grip easily gliding from the sweat.
“Fuck.” He lifts my hips up to press himself harder into me.
Slowly up.
Slowly down.
Harder and harder and harder.
I open my eyes, hoping his are still shut so he doesn’t catch me peeking at him.
Sweat drips off his brow onto my face, the muscles in his arm holding my waist up totally flexed and the head of his shaft peeking out of his pants.
The head is huge and dripping onto my stomach where my pants are still unbuttoned.
A strong desire to bend down and lick him and clean it up takes over me and I let it. I reach down, unbuttoning his pants before he can stop me and cup my hand over his boxers and the tip of his head. It’s so soft. Much softer than I expected.
“I’m going to come if you keep doing that, baby.”
Baby sets my world on fire. These pet names are going to be the death of me.
“Do you want me to lick you instead?” I whimper boldly.
He opens his eyes and meets mine, surprise on his face before warm liquid squirts on my hand and stomach as he twitches, groaning to the final finish.
He lowers my hips and continues to hold himself over me, panting.
I pull my hand up refusing to fight the other urge that hits me.
I stare straight into his eyes as I lick his cum off my palm. He tastes so good, like pineapples.
“You’re going to drive me crazy doing shit like that.”
I smirk, feeling accomplished in my ability to drive him crazy.
“Good,” I lean up and kiss him.
“Now let’s get you taken care of.”
Before I realized what he said, he flips me over on my stomach and tugs my pants down.
“I’m not doing anything different. I just want to finger you from this angle so I can stare at that beautiful ass of yours.”
He thrusts his fingers inside me, twirling them, and pulsing them while marginally lifting my hips as he plays maestro.
I come again more quickly this time, my moans stifled by the pillow I shove my face into.
After my last twitch, he pulls my pants back up, flips me over and situates me by his side like a ragdoll, tossing me and laying me where he wills.
He buttons his pants back up and snuggles into me.
Disappointment riddles throughout me.
“Is that all? No more?”
“Greedy girl,” he chuckles as his fingers stroke through my hair. “There’s no rush, babe. I’m going to do this the right way or at least do my best to try to do this the right way. For now, let’s just talk and cuddle. We have plenty of time to explore more of each other in the future.”
“Hmph,” I protest.
He holds me so tight I barely have any room to move. I feel so safe. I love it. He pulls the blanket all the way up to our necks and starts massaging my back as my thumb strokes back and forth on his bicep lying across his stomach.
“I love how impatient you are to have me, Char. Believe me, it’s unbearable for me right now to stop, but I think it’s best. I don’t want you to have any regrets about us.
So as much as I can manage it, I’m going to take my time with you.
But, if I happen to slip up and rush, forgive me.
I have a feeling that after tonight it’s going to be near impossible to control myself around you. ”
With this last declaration, he gives me a kiss and starts a conversation back up about the farm.