29. Della
DELLA
Though I wasn’t exactly sure how he would take to the picnic idea, I think he enjoyed it when I pitched it.
Plus, I am curious about a full property tour, that I find out quickly, does not disappoint.
This place is… I can’t say a dream because I’ve never really dreamed of life out west, but I can’t imagine that I could dream up something better than this.
There have been a couple of times since we’ve started our little date that I’ve caught him looking at me with adoration, and each time I catch it, my stomach does an embarrassing little flip.
When I’m pulling out the food, he grabs my wrist, and it forces me to look at him.
It’s the gaze I’ve come to love, and I feel the weight of every word when he says thank you.
After bringing his lips to mine, I close my eyes and sigh at the feeling.
God, I could get used to this, I think, as he leans further into the kiss.
The way the man approaches making out is reverent.
Soft lips, hands in my hair, full body turned towards me.
Yes, please. I’ll be thinking about Jaxon Wills and his magical lips for a long time after I’m gone from this place.
“Della,” he whines at me. I am making this playboy lose his mind, and I love it.
He reaches behind me and pushes the things I’ve already laid out to the side before gently laying me down on the blanket, putting his weight over me.
This is another feeling that will not easily be forgotten; how every point of contact narrows my world to a single focus when I’m with him.
His hand traces a path from my cheek down over the thin fabric of my sundress, going up over my breast, circling my hard nipples, and continuing down my body to where my skin meets the bottom of the dress.
The way it rests on my bare thigh causes anticipation to thrum through me.
“I can’t keep my hands off you, Del,” he says into my mouth between kisses.
“Then don’t,” I say, arching my back up to show him how very much I’m okay with that.
The kiss turns greedy, and I’m hyperaware of how his fingers have started feathering up my sensitive inner thigh, getting closer and closer to where I want them to be. I bring my hand down to his pants, and even though I’m above the denim, I can feel how hard he is.
When he reaches the apex of my legs, he’ll find the wetness that has spilled onto the thin strip of underwear, but after rubbing over it for a few beats, he moves the fabric to the side and sweeps his finger right over my clit.
I shudder at the sensation before arching my back even higher, and desperately using one hand to try to unbutton his jeans.
“God, you are so wet,” he murmurs as two of his fingers slide gently into my body with little resistance.
He doesn’t take my lips again, but instead lowers his head to the V cut of my dress, pulling it to the side with his teeth.
The air hits my skin, puckering my nipple even more, and he takes the peak in his mouth, caressing it with his tongue.
I can barely concentrate on the pleasure he’s giving me, and decide to give up on my one-handed-pants-removal-attempt to fully enjoy what he’s doing.
The pace of his fingers picks up, and he’s driving me wild by hitting my clit and G-spot simultaneously.
Out of nowhere, the thought that technically, this is another checkbox creeps in.
We are in the wide open for anyone to see.
Not that it appears many people make it out here, but still.
There is a little part of me that entertains the fact that this is him just giving me what I want to check the box, not because he wants to.
But those thoughts quiet when my entire body is rocking on him. While the orgasm is building, I close my eyes to enjoy everything he’s offering. My body reacts to his, driving my hips up to get his fingers impossibly deeper.
As I get closer and closer, the sounds I make are louder and deeper, and when I finally tumble every part of me contracts.
“Fuck Del, you’re choking my fingers, I can’t wait until you’re choking my dick,” he growls before kissing me more forcefully this time, which only extends the pleasure shooting through me.
I want to fuck him. Right now.
When my orgasm passes, I scramble up and push him down so his back is against the ground.
Now that I have two hands, I undo his pants and rip everything down.
His dick is sticking straight in the air, and I lick my lips.
I’m going to fuck Jaxon Wills out in the open, in a position I’ve been desperate to try.
But first, I need to finish what I started this morning.
Taking my turn to kiss my way down his body, I open my mouth and circle the crown on his cock.
His hips move slightly to encourage me to take more, but I rather like the teasing.
A bead of pre-cum emerges, and I make a show of licking it right up.
His eyes burn into mine, and I’m not sure who is enjoying this more, him or me.
When his one hand fists my hair, I work my mouth down his huge length, and he responds with a sound that makes me feel powerful.
Bringing my hand up, I twist it in a corkscrew motion, and I feel like I’m giving the best head of my life.
I read about doing this in some online how-to and thought it’d be difficult, but it turns out, the corkscrew is going well.
I’ve already expanded my toolbox of bedroom skills.
My spit spills over, coating his dick, and something about all that wetness makes things hotter.
After some time, his other hand comes to grab my head, and when I look up at him through my eyelashes, he’s still looking at me, but it’s with a hunger I’ve never seen before.
I groan, and he moves with a little more desperation. His thrusts become a little harder, and he finally verbalizes, “Del, I’m going to come.”
That is the final push for me, and I suck deliberately, staying in the cadence he likes, and I feel a jerk before the hot, salty liquid shoots down my throat.
It’s official. I love giving head.
“Della, fuck,” he says when he catches his breath. “That wasn’t supposed to happen. I was just going to get you off before our snack. But my resolve wasn’t strong enough to stop you. You are amazing, do you know that?”
I sit up on my knees and smile at him, and pump my hands in the air as if I’ve just won a championship. But before my full celebration, he sits up, wraps those tattooed arms around my waist, and pulls me down again, before giving me the sweetest kiss.
“I rather like you, Della Tatroe.”
“You’re not too shabby yourself, Jaxon Wills,” I say back. “Thanks for bringing a checklist item to fruition.”
He blinks twice and furrows his eyebrows. “What do you mean?”
“Sexing in the open. It was one of my wants.”
“If I’m being honest, I had no recollection of that.
All I could think about was wanting to kiss you…
then making you come. And after that, despite myself, I would have given just about anything to have you wrap these perfect fucking lips around me.
” His thumb reaches up and pulls my bottom lip down in a gesture that makes me shudder.
Forget the food, let’s go another round.
But mostly, I’m feeling a bit of a victory that this wasn’t just him trying to make something happen for me. He wanted it too.
“Let’s check off another box,” I say. “Let me ride you, Jax.”
“You can’t say that shit to me, Del,” he responds.
“I’m not just saying it. Can you fuck me? Or can I fuck you? Here, on this blanket, right now?”
“Whoa, no. We’re not entering sex territory with you lying on a blanket on the ground,” he says.
I cross my arms across my chest defiantly. “Like you would really say no?”
“I would, Della. Not for our first time together. I’m not going to lay out rose petals or anything, but when I’m inside you, I want to focus on how fucking good it feels when I’m barely fitting in that tight little cunt, not worrying about if it’ s not good for you because a rock is digging into your back. Got me?”
Well that steals my breath. That swagger of confidence and filthy talk is so fucking hot. “Okay,” I stutter, because my mind is stuck on his words.
“Now, let’s eat before I eat you,” he says, pulling his attention back to the basket of food.
It’s the most interesting relationship dynamic I’ve been part of.
I’m not sure if it’s because we got off to such a unique start that we skipped typical steps, or because we’re just that connected on a different level.
But he sits up and pulls me into him, so I’m leaning on his body as he reaches for the food to nibble.
It’s romantic, and never in a million years did I think that I’d be lying in someone’s arms on our first official date, feeling like I’ve known the person my whole life.
“This is really special, Della.”
I’m not sure if he’s talking about the picnic, or us, or our chemistry, or the way I fit in his arms, but I’d still have the same reaction… a giant freaking grin.
We spend the next hour talking and laughing, but it’s so much more than a surface-level conversation.
He’s talking about what he’s excited about at the ranch, and what is stressing him out.
He mentions that Cayson is going through something, and he doesn’t know how he can help.
I confess that I have no idea what I’m going to do when my contract is up, and where I’m going to go.
The golden sunshine is tipping into a sunset chill, and he rubs my arms when he feels me shiver.
“So why this spot?” I ask, curious if there’s a reason for it.
“It’s just my favorite spot on our property.
My siblings, Kellen, Molly, and I had so much fun here.
It was far enough to feel like we were actually away from our parents, and we got into a lot of shit.
Case, Kellen, and I had our first drink here when we stole Goldschlager from his house and rode out to this spot.
We got so drunk that we had to call Everest to rescue us and he had to bring Hazel so everything could be driven back,” he laughs at the memory.
“All of us puked that night. Haven’t touched it since, and I still struggle with cinnamon.
But besides those kinds of memories, I love the stream that runs through it, and the wildflowers that pop up here.
In two and a half weeks, this will be an explosion of color.
These are pretty, but when all of the flowers emerge, oh man, Del, you’re going to want to paint it.
Do you know what the state flower of Wyoming is? ” he asks.
“Can’t say my Wyoming state trivia is up to par,” I laugh.
“It’s called the Indian Paintbrush. It’s a stunning red flower that looks like a brush dipped in paint.”
“No way! You’re making that up,” I laugh.
“Hand to God. You were meant to land here, Della.”
I turn my head to look at him because the ease with which he said something so heavy is powerful, but before I respond, his hand strokes my cheek, and we get lost in another earth-bending kiss.
Maybe he’s right. Maybe I was meant to land here after all.