Chapter Eight.
The moonlight stretched long shadows across the fields, silver light catching the edges of the distant mesquite trees. Frost’s jacket was warm against Constance’s back, her arms wrapped loosely around him, and for a moment, the world felt wide and unhurried—just them and the open road.
When they reached her place Frost killed the engine.
The bike’s rumble faded into the evening chorus of frogs and cicadas.
He waited for Constance to climb off before swinging his leg over getting off.
He stood there for a beat, helmet in hand, taking her in: the soft breeze catching strands of her wild hair, the way her shoulders stiffened despite the calm of the countryside, the faint tension she carried like a shadow.
“Thanks for tonight,” she said, voice low, almost lost in the hum of the evening.
Constance hesitated, then gave a small, unguarded smile. “Would you… like to stay?”
Frost blinked, caught off guard by the question. Her eyes, earnest and wide in the soft light, searched his face, and the quiet urgency in them made him pause.
“I—” he started.
“I just… I don’t want to waste time,” she said softly, voice barely above the whisper of the wind through the mesquite. “Life can change on a dime. And I… I don’t want to be alone tonight.”
Her honesty struck him, sharp and clear in the spring evening. Without thinking, he set his helmet down and stepped closer, letting his hand brush hers.
“Alright,” he murmured, voice roughened with something like relief and desire. “I’ll stay.”
She exhaled softly, the sound carrying the weight of the day out into the quiet fields. Frost wrapped an arm around her shoulders as they walked toward the house.
*****
He stood watching Constance move around the kitchen. He smiled as she busied herself. She’d taken her jacket off and her long sleeve shirt. One of the thin straps on her tank top slipped off her shoulder making him want to taste that spot where it lay.
Moving around the island he placed a kiss on her shoulder, making her jump. He heard her laugh softly.
“You startled me.”
At the first touch, she stiffened from having hands touch her.
It was the first time since Peter, seeing the way Frost looked at her made Constance relax.
The feeling of his hands softly running over her arms felt wonderful.
She remembered a time when hands touching her felt stiff, almost forced—a duty.
Listening to the rhythm of his breathing she leaned back against him. Wanting to feel more of him.
“Did I?” He asked as he turned her around, keeping her within his arms. Before she could answer him, Frost kissed her. It started off simple and light then became more intense.
When he stopped to look down at her, he knew she saw the want in his eyes. There was no doubt Frost wanted her as much as she wanted him. His mouth descended back down onto hers. His tongue wept into hers tasting her. Her hands shook as she unbuckled his belt and started to unfasten his jeans.
Frost felt her hands trembling and stopped the assault on her mouth and pulled his head back. “This…” he pointed to both of them, “this is your decision, Constance. If you aren’t feeling it, we stop.”
She saw the truth in his eyes, if she said she couldn’t he wouldn’t push her, wouldn’t be angry about it. “I’m …just nervous.”
Frost smiled, taking her hands from his waistband. “You set the pace that makes you feel comfortable.”
Neither of them said a word as he led her over to the sofa and dropped down on it pulling her onto his lap where he could take his time kissing her perfect mouth before exploring the rest of her body.
Constance closed her eyes, she shivered as Frost kissed her mouth, then her throat.
Swallowing, she pulled back. “My choice.” She watched as he nodded.
Climbing off his lap she took his hand, gently tugging him off the sofa.
She led him through the kitchen past the bathroom and down the small connecting hallway finally she stopped in the bedroom.
Frost kissed her shoulder, “go on.” he told her, making her move further into the room.
Moonlight drenched the room in soft silver light. He moved around her leaving Constance standing at the foot of the bed. He walked around it stepping to the top.
He carefully folded the comforter down, when she went to help Frost told her no, “Kick your boots off.” He told her as he continued folding down the bed. When he moved to the other side passing her, he kissed her gently on the cheek.
Folding down the other side of the bed, “take everything off except your panties.”
Constance followed his directions all the while focusing on his movements as he turned down the bed and set the decorative pillows on the floor against the wall.
Stepping back to her, Frost leaned into her kissing her neck along her collarbone. He nipped at her throat then kissed along the side of neck all the way to her ear. “Take your panties off,” he whispered.
Frost continued his exploration of her skin with his mouth as she wiggle out of her panties.
“Lay on the bed.”
Frost watched as Constance crawled into the bed and smiled. She was a well put together woman. As he watched her lay back, he stripped out of his clothes. Climbing onto the bed he positioned himself between her legs and nudged her knees open where he had room to play.
He slid two thick fingers in her soaked pussy. He could smell her desire, and he wanted to take his time with her. Wanted to see her fall apart before he fucked her.
“I love how tight your body is, baby. I bet it’s going to feel so good wrapped around my cock.”
Constance wanted to cover her face, she was glad the room was drenched in shadows because of how his words made her blush.
Her back arched as he slammed his hand against pussy.
Her hands twisted in the bedcovers. Her head turned to the side, and he listened to her moan.
Over and over she cried out, begging for him for more.
His hand became coated with her cum. His cock throbbed between them. He wanted to fuck her senseless, but first he wanted her limp, relaxed, and needy.
Spreading her legs wider he climbed between her thighs and licked her from clit to ass. He teased and tasted Constance until she was a frenzied mess.
Her taste coated his face and his hands. He wanted the smell of her all over him. Climbing over her he felt her arch into him as he drove into her pussy. He held her in place as he pounded into her. Sweat coated his skin as he brought her to the edge.
When she fell apart underneath him, he followed her over that same edge.
Laying there in the dark the moonlight sent soft light through the sheer curtains. Shadows danced across their naked bodies as they tried catching their breaths. Rolling off of her, Frost cupped her mound with a hand. “This belongs to me, now.” He told her.
“We’ll see.” She felt the tap to her mound. It was firm but playful.
Pulling the blanket over them he tugged Constance against his chest where he could enjoy the quiet moment.