Chapter 19 #3
Parking in front of the farmhouse, he cuts the engine and unsnaps his seatbelt as he turns toward me, eyes burning. “I need you something fierce, darlin’.”
During the thirty-minute drive back to the farmhouse, tension was building between us, and I felt his need licking at my skin, pebbling my nipples and making my panties damp. My need has been growing with each brush of his thumb against my inner thigh.
I unsnap my seatbelt as he cups the nape of my neck, urging me to his side and claiming my mouth in a hungry kiss. I’m as hot and ready as he is when I climb over to his seat, straddling him.
He tugs down the front of my dress, cursing at the sight of my bra, so lacy you can see my nipples through the fine material.
I grind myself against him, feeling how hard he is through his pants.
Tangling my hands in his hair, I tilt my head back as he pulls my bra down and sucks my right nipple into his mouth.
He repeats the same rough and sweet attention on my left as I rub my pussy against the bulge in his pants.
He releases my left nipple with a wet pop, cool air from the open window adding a delicious counterpoint to his wet mouth.
“On your knees. Need to be inside you, sweetheart,” he grunts.
I rise to my knees, and he fights to tug down his zipper.
“You ready for me?” he asks, voice rough with need. His left hand pushes my skirt over my belly, fisting the material to keep it up.
My mind is foggy with lust. “Uh huh. Need you inside me, Wyatt. Please.”
His hand shakes as he shoves my panties aside, groaning when he tests my wetness with one finger and finds out how wet I am.
With his left hand keeping my skirt up over my hips, he holds his cock up for me, sits back in his seat and groans. “Sit down on me, darlin’. Take me deep.”
I grab his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin through the thin cotton of his shirt.
I sink onto his cock, moaning as I take each hard inch into me.
His eyes slam shut, and he lifts his hand from the base of his cock once he’s pushed the blunt head inside me. His right hand clasps my hip, and his eyes bounce from my exposed breasts to my pussy.
“Oh…” I whimper, rolling my hips and taking a little more of his dick.
“That’s it now,” he murmurs. “Take it all in now. It’s yours.”
I’m so slick, he pushes right in. I roll my hips, bouncing and wiggling as the pleasure builds. He lets out such a sexy groan that I tighten around him as he sucks my nipple into his mouth.
He’s stretching me in the most perfect way, so thick and hard, I’m panting, my pussy warning my climax isn’t far away.
My body shifts over him. With his right hand on my hip, he pulls me firmly down to take that last inch.
Staying still isn’t an option. I whimper and moan as my body moves independently of my mind, taking its pleasure as Wyatt softly croons encouragements.
I ride him slow and deep with both his hands on my hips, keeping me steady.
Then I move faster. Our bodies slap together. The wet sound of his cock sliding deep into my slick pussy makes me hotter. Our mouths desperately cling to each other, our tongues tangling.
I fall with a strangled moan, and he drags me down onto him, giving me three hard thrusts that push his cock to a new depth. Trembling, he holds me tight against him, groaning as his cock jerks inside me.
Minutes later, we haven’t moved from his seat. I feel lazy and sated, and so hot and full of his cum that when I wiggle, he glides easily inside me. Thankfully, he didn’t knot me out here. I’m not sure how we would get up the front porch and into the house without Wyatt tripping over his pants.
He kisses my forehead and leans back to meet my eyes, his fingers gentle as he pulls my bra over my breasts and tugs my dress up as well. “You okay, darlin?” he looks worried, like he might have hurt me.
I yawn. “Tired.”
His shoulders relax. “I thought you’d think I’d manhandled you.”
With a grin, I loop my arms around his shoulders, leaning forward to press a kiss on his throat and smiling when he groans. “Seeing as I’ve lost the ability to use my knees, if you wanted to carry me up to your bed and manhandle me again, I would have no problems with it.”
He smiles. “Deal.”
We spend the rest of the afternoon laughing in bed, eating sandwiches on the sheets, and making love again.
Then he helps me carry everything he bought for my nest, and we set it up together in my bedroom.
He finds an unused rug, so I’m not building my nest on the hardwood floor.
It looks like a colorful marshmallow explosion because I never care so much about what a fabric looks like.
It’s how it feels. A multicolored mound of fabrics and cushions the exact soft coziness I needed.
When Hunter, Knox, and Elias get back from work, we cook dinner together and spend the evening doing my favorite thing—hanging out in the living room on the couch.
Elias puts a movie on. I giggle as I toss popcorn into Hunter’s mouth, most of the time missing. Popcorn bounces from his mouth and onto Knox’s face until Knox grumbles, so I stop and snuggle under Knox’s arm, and he lets out a deep, contented sigh of pleasure.
When I was a kid, I used to think ordinary was boring. I wanted to fill each moment with stuff to keep my hands busy and my mind distracted by fun. I thought I would literally die of boredom.
I was wrong.
There’s magic in the ordinary. In simplicity. You can find a world of happiness in those small, ordinary moments, and I intend to savor each and every one.