He moved away, stood, and helped her to the ground.
She breathed heavily. The moisture thick between her legs from the pleasure he’d teased from her body.
He stood and took off his jeans and jocks. She looked up seeing his cock, hard and pulsing as he kneeled over, positioning himself at her entrance. She could feel his hot tip pushing into her opening while her hips arched, wanting him to fill her. He pushed in, her muscles contracting wildly around his cock. He groaned, paused for a moment, then slowly slid back out before entering her again.
Noises of pleasure came from her as he moved himself in and out. This time the orgasm ripped through them both as they clutched onto each other.
He eased himself from her and settled next to her. She wrapped her arms around him, enjoying feeling his naked body next to hers in the afterglow they’d created.
“Tonight was just a taste, you know?” Dusty kissed him softly on the lips.
“Well, I enjoyed my entrée, and I’m looking forward to when I might get my main course and dessert.”
“Oh, expecting a three-course meal?”
Blaise chuckled. “Absolutely.” He nuzzled along the side of her neck, enjoying the shiver it caused in her.
“You’re too good for me,” she mumbled in an absentminded tone.
“Likewise, you know.”
“Hmmm… what a pair we are.”
He kissed her. “Does that mean I can move in?”
“I don’t know.” Her stomach churned.
“Dusty…” His voice soft, full of disappointment.
She wasn’t at all good at having conversations after they’d had sex. It was as if her mind was all muddled from the bliss or something.
“Just… I …. we need to talk about what this means. And you know—”
“Dusty? You out there? Dinner’s getting cold.”
“Fuck.” Dusty jumped up and started to grab her clothes. “We can’t let Mom find us like this.”
“We took a little too long?” Blaise bolted upright.
“A little.”
He reached up and grabbed her arm, pulling her back down. “We need to have this conversation, you know?”
The flutter of fear she felt few away when she looked into his eyes. “I know.”
“Blaise, you out there, too?” called Clare loudly.
“Shit,” said Blaise.
“Come on, I’ll turn off the engine of the combine, and then we better go in for dinner before Mom comes looking for us.” Dusty shimmied on her dirty jeans glancing at Blaise while he dressed. He grinned at her, and warmth built inside of her.
It had been difficult to let the last of the walls down around her heart, but she was so glad she did.
Could she take the next step with him?
She hated how the question lingered, and the answer always felt so far out of her reach.
