3. Flint
Flint
I pull to a stop in the pharmacy parking lot, the red neon glow filling the truck cab and outlining her. She looks beautiful, same as she did at the pool, the bar and the fairgrounds. I don’t think I’m ever going to get tired of staring at her.
“If this night is going where I think it is, I need a couple of things. Can I bring you anything?” I ask, figuring it’s better to just be honest.
“I haven’t done this in so long, it might as well be my first time,” she admits, her hands twisting in her lap.
“Hey,” I reach for her hands, giving one a gentle squeeze. It’s soft and warm and so much smaller in my work-roughened one. Is she this soft everywhere? Am I going to get the chance to find out? “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”
She still looks lost for a moment, the same way she did when she was talking about the Ferris wheel and how she used to be fearless. My heart broke for her a little bit right there. I remember trying to get back to “normal” after the blast. I felt anything but brave.
“No, I want this. Just get whatever you normally use,” she finally says.
Fuck if I know what I normally use. I’m not about to tell her it’s my first-time though or that I’ve spent all twenty-four years of my life waiting to find the woman I knew was my soulmate before I slept with someone. That feels too heavy a thing to put on her just yet.
Now that I’ve found her, I’m not going to lose her. I’ll do whatever it takes to prove to her that she’s the love of my life.
I hurry through the pharmacy, grabbing what I suspect we’ll need plus a few extra things. I was really hoping she’d tell me what she likes. Since she didn't, I make my best guesses.
When I return to the truck, I pull an extra-large chocolate bar from the bag and pass it to her.
“What's this?”
“It's for you,” I answer, thankful that the darkness hides my burning ears. I never expected that when I found a girl I'd be so nervous around her. My friends think that I have a lot of experience because I talk a good game.
It started in high school when it was easier to act like I was getting laid regularly rather than admit that I was saving myself for the woman who would become my wife.
I saw how guys who said that sort of shit were treated, and I wanted no part of being picked on. So, I talked like I was sleeping around, and it's a habit that followed me into the military and even at the ranch.
I drive to the motel in silence, neither of us speaking a word. I help her down from the truck, my fingers feeling the heat from her body through her slick dress. I hope I get to see her without it tonight. I already know her curves are going to be just as pretty underneath it.
I walk hand-in-hand with her to the room.
Her fingers tremble with the key, so I take it and unlock the door before following her inside.
She kicks off her heels and drops her tiny wallet bag on the dining table.
She doesn’t let go of the chocolate bar.
She’s clutching it like a lifeline, staring down at it like it might hold the answers to the universe.
I’m about to suggest putting on some TV. I want her so badly my entire body aches, but I’m not going to rush this either. We’ll have decades to be together, and I’ll wait for her as long as it takes. I can’t have her regretting our first time…or any other time for that matter.
Sadness flickers across her features. “My ex never would have thought to do something like this. He always said I was too fat.”
My hands go to her hips, pulling her close. I can't help it. It's instinct, the same instincts that kept me alive during my tour overseas, the same instincts that told me to rally when the doctor said I may not make it through the next surgery.
I’ve always trusted my instincts, and maybe that's what I need to do here and now. Trust that my heart and body know exactly what she needs and how to provide it for her. “I don't know his name, but I can already tell you that he was an idiot for letting someone so amazing go.”
She looks up at me then, lips slightly parted, so I kiss her. I sweep my tongue into her mouth, angling to get as close to her as I can. She tastes like the first day of summer and soulmates that spend fifty years together on the front porch.
Her arms go around me, her pillowy breasts pushing against my chest. Fuck, they feel nice, soft and lush. She pushes me, and I step back willingly, unable to pull my mouth from hers. My back hits the door. I give a little grunt, liking the pain, and grind myself against her.
She breaks our kiss long enough to murmur, “I want to be in charge tonight.”
Fuck if those words don’t send even more blood straight to my cock. There's something about this woman. I love the idea of her bossing me around for the next few decades of my life. “Whatever you need.”
She takes two steps away from me and reaches behind herself, tugging on the zipper of her dress.
I watch her shimmy out of the top, fascinated by the way her breasts jiggle in her lacy white bra.
My mouth is watering as I imagine what it will be like to suck on her tits.
I squeeze my cock through my pants and send up a prayer that I don’t get this wrong and embarrass myself on our first time together.
She gets the dress stuck on her hips. I want so badly to lean forward and tug it free, but I don't. She said she wanted to be in charge, and if that’s what she needs, then I’ll play by her rules.
When she's finally standing there in nothing more than a matching bra and panties set, she gives me a grin that promises mischief tonight. “Clothes off. Show me the goods.”
I don't waste time yanking off my clothes. The silvery scar is there, stretching from my breastbone down to my stomach. The midline incision was done to find the source of the internal bleeding in the middle of a combat zone. It’s proof that I lived.
When I'm naked in front of her, I wait for her to ask about it, but she doesn’t. Her gaze flicks over it then onto my cock who is pointed angrily at her, already dripping seed. I lift my eyebrows, silently asking what she wants me to do next.
“On the bed. On your back. I'm gonna ride you, cowboy,” she says.
I chuckle, amused by her words and more than a little turned on by the look in her eyes. I grab a handful of condoms from the box, tossing a few carelessly on the bed and some on the nightstand. I settle on the mattress, one arm tucked behind my head and wait.
She struts to me, body jiggling in ways that make me even hornier.
I want to bury my hands in her hips, touch all of those stretch marks and feel her body in motion against mine.
I remind myself to be patient as she joins me, putting a knee on either side of my chest. She's hovering, staring down at me.
She reaches for my hair, her hand tangling in my wavy strands. I didn’t think just having someone touch my head could be erotic, but somehow, this is. It’s because it’s her, my beautiful Ronnie.
“This is okay?” She asks. Her lace-encased tits are right in my face, and it’s everything I can do not to latch onto one. Does she know she’s every fantasy I’ve ever had all rolled into one beautiful, curvy package?
“It's perfect,” I grunt out, pretty sure I no longer have blood above the equator.
She kisses me, fusing our lips together. It’s everything I can do to let this be her show. What I want more than anything is to grab her and roll her underneath me. I want to pin her curvy body to the mattress and rut into her.
But there's more than just me to consider. I think about the look on her face when she was staring at the candy bar. She hasn't been well loved, and fuck it, I am the man that is always going to put her first, even if it means I die of blue balls as she slowly kisses me.
She kisses her way down my body, even kissing the scar. It shouldn’t make my heart clench that she treats it with so much reverence, but it does. She’s offering me back the acceptance I so freely gave her, making me think she finds me just as beautiful as I find her.
The entire time her lips are moving down my chest, she’s grinding against my hard cock. The only barrier between us is her thin little panties. I can feel her soaking through them.
I grip the material of the bed cover, bunching it in my fists. My breath is shallow pants, my words punctuated with need. “I’m. Damn. Close.”
“Then come for me,” she whispers and bites my earlobe.
It’s the only encouragement I need, and before I know it, I’m spraying a sticky mess between us. She keeps grinding on me until I’m heaving and exhausted in the best way.
She collapses on my chest, breathing hard. She lets out a soft sigh. “I'm not done with you yet, cowboy.”
I put a hand on her back, loving the way it feels to be so connected with her. Endorphins are flowing, and I feel higher than that time the nurse in the hospital accidentally doubled my pain medication. “Take your time. I’m not going anywhere.”
I don’t know how long we lie together. Maybe it's minutes, or maybe it's hours. All I know is that at some point I dozed off with her weight on top of me. When I wake again, it’s to her pressing kisses against my chest.
“I wanna be inside of you,” I murmur sleepily, my cock stirring against her leg.
“I want that too,” she says and yanks off her panties.
She reaches for the condoms next, rolling one on. She squats over me, positioning my cock at her entrance. Her velvet heat grips my shaft so tightly that I can barely breathe as she eases down slowly. She makes a soft, contented purr once she’s completely seated, her ass resting against my lap.
She rocks against me, finding a rhythm that my hips seem to match automatically. I love this feeling of our bodies in motion together, the way we’re giving ourselves to each other.
“Are you close?” I ask, gritting my teeth against the pleasure building at the base of my spine.
She nods quickly, but I see the flicker of guilt across her face. It hits me then that she’s not getting here. Hell, I’m not entirely sure if she came the first time, and I feel like an asshole.
When she lifts up this time, I don’t let myself follow after her warmth. I keep my hips firmly anchored to the bed. I will make this good for her before I come again. “What do you need? Anything you want, I’ll give you.”
She hesitates for so long that I don’t think she’s going to tell me, and dammit, there have to be places she likes to be touched.
“I like having my boobs played with,” she admits when she realizes I’ve stopped meeting her movements.
“Then take off your bra.”
She slows her hips and looks like she’d rather crawl under the bed than have this conversation. “I’m…saggy.”
It hurts me that she feels bad about any part of her incredible body. Every part of her is beautiful. “Boobs are like Disneyland. They’re magical.”
She reaches behind herself and undoes her bra. “I’m very sensitive here.”
I watch the straps fall down her shoulders. She tugs it off slowly, revealing two pale globes, both dotted with a dusky nipple. Instantly, my hands go to them, one in each. They’re heavy and lush. “So pretty.”
I run a thumb along her nipples and feel her arch against me, pussy sucking me deeper. Yeah, this is what she needs.
“Lean over me.” I lift my head when she leans toward me and latch onto one puckered nipple. I suck it into my mouth and feel a gush of moisture leak from her. It’s the only confirmation I need. I suck hard and reach for the other one, pinching and pulling at her nipple.
She moans and her pace picks up again. She’s riding me in earnest now, muttering my name again and again. It’s when I graze my teeth along the tight bud that she screams, and I explode.
It's the longest, most intense orgasm of my life. It keeps coming until I’m not even sure I remember how to breathe. She collapses onto the bed beside me, looking like a woman well-sated.
It’s not until my heart finally slows enough, I get up and dispose of the condom. I bring a warm washcloth back to bed to clean between her thighs which she lets me do.
When I’m done, I toss the cloth in a nearby bin then join her in the bed. I’m surprised she lets me pull her back into my arms. She’s warm and soft when she’s like this. “You were amazing.”
“Yeah?” The single word is a question that makes me think someone shook her confidence in the bedroom. If I could find that bastard, I’d end him forever.
“Amazing,” I reassure her and press a kiss to her forehead because it feels right.
She gives me a grin. “Just think, we have two more full days of this to look forward to.”
I don't correct her that we actually have a lifetime of shared orgasms to look forward to. She'll figure that part out soon enough.