Chapter Six #3
People packed chairs and gathered children while vendors closed their stands. The field emptied to scattered voices and vehicle lights.
Talia waited near my truck.
She’d removed one boot and rested her foot on the running board while drinking water.
“You survived the dangerous social event,” I said.
“I also survived your work.”
“You stayed where I asked.”
“I can follow reasonable instructions.”
“I’ve noticed.”
Talia put the boot back on and stood. “Is the grass safe?”
“For tonight.”
She held out a second bottle of water.
I took it.
“You waited.”
“You asked me to build a life with you. I wasn’t leaving before you finished the first job.”
Talia reached into the truck and lifted a paper bag. “Mabel also gave me two leftover pretzels.”
“Where are they?”
“I ate one.”
“And the other?”
She handed me the bag.
I ate half the pretzel before she spoke again.
“Are you ready to go home?”
I swallowed. “Yes.”
The cabin windows were dark when we turned into the road.
Talia leaned forward as the headlights crossed the porch. “It looks different.”
“It looks the same.”
“That’s because you lack emotional imagination.”
“What changed?”
“I chose it.”
I parked beside the house.
Talia got out before I reached her door. The ground was level enough that I didn’t argue.
Inside, the cabin held the faint heat of a closed summer day. I opened the windows while Talia set her handbag on the table.
She removed her earrings, necklace, and bracelets and placed them inside it. Then she filled two glasses with water and handed me one.
“You need to drink that before I seduce you,” she said.
I nearly choked.
Talia drank from her own glass.
“That sounded responsible,” I said.
“You contain powdered sugar.”
Her gaze dropped to the front of her dress. “There’s still some?”
“Near the strap.”
“Take care of it.”
I set down the water and brushed the sugar from her skin. My thumb passed once over the top of her breast.
Her breath caught.
“You needed that even less than the first time,” she said.
“I know.”
She placed her glass behind her. “We’re committed now.”
“Yes.”
“That doesn’t mean you stop asking what I want.”
“I won’t. What do you want?”
Talia caught the front of my olive shirt. “You in the shower.”
Heat gathered low in my abdomen.
“That’s specific.”
“I’ve had all day to think about it.”
She opened the first button. “I want to wash dust, smoke, and half a funnel cake off both of us. Then I want you to sit on that bench and let me lead.”
My cock hardened against my jeans.
Talia opened another button. “Can you do that?”
“Yes.”
“That sounded strained.”
She smiled and led me into the bathroom.
The bathroom barely held us both. Talia turned on the shower and tested it with her fingers.
I closed the door.
Talia faced me and lifted her arms. “Unzip me.”
I lowered the zipper slowly. The red fabric loosened over her curves.
She stepped out of the boots and let the dress fall. Red lace covered her breasts and pussy.
My palms flexed at my sides.
Talia glanced down. “I planned ahead.”
“You wore that under the dress all day?”
“I’m committed, not irresponsible.”
She opened the remaining buttons of my shirt and pushed it from my shoulders. Her palms slid beneath my T-shirt and over my stomach before she dragged the fabric upward.
I lifted my arms.
“You’ve been staring at me since the porch,” she said.
“You wore the red dress.”
“I wore it for myself.”
“I know.”
“I also enjoyed what it did to you.”
“Of course you did.”
Talia opened my belt.
I caught her wrist. Her eyes lifted to mine.
“Still what you want?” I asked.
“Yes. I want you to follow for once.”
I released her.
She pushed my jeans and boxer briefs down. My cock came free, hard against my stomach.
Her gaze traveled over it. “That continues to be excessive.”
“You managed before.”
“I intend to manage again.”
She wrapped her fingers around me and stroked once.
My abdomen went rigid.
Talia smiled. “Not yet.”
She released me, removed her bra, and slid the matching underwear down her legs. Then she stepped beneath the water and held out her hand.
I joined her.
The standing shower gave us enough room if neither of us expected personal space.
Talia spread soap over my chest, shoulders, stomach, and arms.
“This is very intimate for someone who called the cabin an equipment advertisement,” I said.
“It has improved since I arrived.”
“You added shampoo.”
“And emotional range.”
She rinsed me. Water ran over her breasts and down her stomach.
I cupped one breast.
Talia leaned into my palm. “You’re supposed to be following.”
“I can follow and touch you.”
“That’s a useful interpretation.”
I brushed my thumb over her nipple until it drew tight beneath my touch.
She guided my wrist lower. “Wash me.”
I took the soap.
Talia turned, giving me her back. I washed her shoulders, waist, and hips. Then she leaned against me and rubbed her ass slowly over my cock.
I gripped her hips. “You’re doing that on purpose.”
“I’m leading.”
“You’re making it difficult to follow.”
“I accept the challenge.”
She turned beneath my palms.
I brushed wet curls away from her eyes, and Talia rose onto her toes to kiss me.
Her tongue met mine while she pulled me closer. My cock pressed against her stomach.
She reached between us and wrapped her fingers around it.
I groaned into her mouth.
“That’s better,” she said.
“What is?”
“You’re making noise.”
“I wasn’t aware there was a requirement.”
“There is now.”
She stroked me again.
I slid my fingers between her thighs and found her clit.
Talia moaned and opened for me. I rubbed her slowly, then pushed two fingers into her pussy.
“Fuck,” she whispered.
I curled them inside her, and her hips pressed into my palm.
“That feels good.”
“You said you wanted me on the bench.”
“I do.”
Talia released me and reduced the water to a warm stream.
“Sit.”
I sat on the built-in bench.
She stood between my knees, wet curls over one shoulder. When I reached for her hips, she caught my wrists.
“Wait.”
My cock throbbed.
Talia stepped closer and lifted one knee beside my hip. I steadied her while she brought the other leg over me and settled across my lap.
She guided my cock to her entrance. The head brushed her pussy.
“Still following?” she asked.
“Yes.”
She lowered herself slowly.
Her wet pussy opened around me. I groaned when she stopped halfway.
“Too much?” I asked.
“No. I’m enjoying your face.”
I held her waist while she sank the rest of the way, taking me completely.
Talia rested her forehead against mine and shifted her hips. My breath broke.