I do as instructed, my shirt already off before I reach the bedroom. When Nelson comes up behind me, there's not much talking involved. He pushes me forward, bending me over the edge of the mattress. A hand slaps one cheek and I let out a small yelp in surprise. It stings a little bit, but in a good way.
His body leans over mine and I shiver when I realize he's naked now too. His hands caress my body and I shiver.
"Are you tired?"
I shake my head no and smile up at him. His smile is full of all the naughty thoughts and I can't wait to see what he has in store. Along with all the talks of our future, the house, and his job decision, we've also talked more about what we want to explore in our sex life. Nelson enjoyed the wax more than I thought he would. I think he enjoyed making me wince and squirm more than anything. Who knew my sweet, kindhearted farm boy could have a secret sadist side? It's nothing extreme and he was genuinely concerned when he admitted to me how much he enjoyed pouring the hot oil on my back.
We found our rhythm after that, in the bedroom at least. He still prefers to bottom and I'm totally okay with that, but he also loves to tease and take the lead on any foreplay. I think it stems partly from him gaining confidence in other parts of his life and I'm more than willing to volunteer myself— and my body— for him to explore that confidence.
His hand lands on my ass once more before he directs me to kneel on the bed.
"Safe word?" Nelson asks. He walks around the bed to stand in front of me. I watch him lean over and pull out the bottle of lube. There are no longer condoms in the drawer. We ditched them after getting our screening results back.
"Sunflower," I answer when he stands back up and fixes me with a stare that has my dick standing at attention.
"It amazes me how excited you get when I take control," he teases. He slicks his fingers up and wraps his hand around my cock. At the same time, he leans forward, one knee on the bed, and kisses me deeply. He moves fully onto the bed, moving both of us so I'm lying on my back and he's laying on top of me. Our bodies connect from chest to toes. I have one leg bent up and the other wraps around the back of Nelson's knee.
I run my hands down his spine as he kisses me. I smile when Nelson's breath hitches as I cup his ass in my hands. He thrusts his hips downward, pushing me further into the mattress. He repeats the motion over and over, grinding our cocks together. His head drops to my shoulder and I hear his grunts as he continues the motion. I can feel the slick feel of the lube and no doubt our precum mixing.
After a minute, Nelson stops his movements with a heavy breath. I'm always amazed at the power his body exhibits. I know he's mostly muscle, built from working on this farm for years, but it's moments like this, when he takes control and leaves me feeling fucked with minimal effort. I take this as my queue to roll him onto his back and straddling his lap once again. I much prefer straddling when clothes aren't involved.
"Did you do any prep in the shower?" I reach over for the lube either way. Nelson nods.
"I didn't want to wait for you." I laugh at his words. "You always take too long."
"I'm sorry I don't want to hurt you." I roll my eyes but I'm grateful for his impatience tonight. I dribble a few drops of lubestraight on my dick and give myself a few tugs. Nelson shifts on the bed, turning onto his stomach and lifting up slightly on his knees. The view is mouthwatering. I smirk to myself and lean down, kissing his lower back.
I massage his cheeks with my hands and bury my face between them. He smells like his body wash and I breath him in as I flick my tongue over his whole. His moan fills my ears and I smile. I give him a few more kisses on either cheek before kneeling behind him. My whole body goes into overdrive when my cock slides into his body with little resistance. I bite my bottom lip as I give him small thrusts until my whole cock is hidden inside him.
"Fuck, baby." His ass is perfection and the way the rest of his body reacts to my every move makes it hard to keep in control. I'm grateful that he loves the rougher sex, sometimes even begging me to go harder, faster. "I pray I never get used to this feeling of being inside you."
He doesn't answer with words, but I take in all the details. He's arching his back, his ass at the perfect angle for me to hit his prostate. His hands are fisted on either side of his head, his face is turned to the side, lips parted in pleasure.
I don't drag this out for either of us. I wrap my hands around his body, just above his hips, adding my weight to hold him down so he can't move. The sound he makes spurs me on. With each thrust, he lets out a small grunt. The heat of his body, the noises he's making, the smell of sex in the room; all of my senses are taken over by Nelson.
By this man that I love, that I want to spend the rest of my life with. I want to yell out how much I love him, to hold him and cuddle. I want to tell him I can't wait to have a future with him, to give his Mom the grandbabies she's mentioned before. I want to give him everything in the world, to keep him happy and healthy, satisfied in every way.
"Bennett, please." His voice is begging me and I turn my quick thrusts into deliberate ones. I put all my strength behind them and feel his body jerk forward with the force. He lets out a strangled noise each time, but I know that's the noise he makes when there's nothing but pleasure. I loosen my grip on his hips and reach down to grab his cock.
His whole body shudders and it only takes a few expert tugs before he's shooting onto the blanket below him. I feel his body tense, muscles tightening around my own dick, as his orgasm rocks through his body. I chase that feeling, trying to keep a rhythm but failing as my own pleasure builds. I wait until the last possible second to pull out until just the head of my cock rests at his opening. My jaw drops open and I'm not entirely aware of the noises I'm making as I watch my cum shoot across his hole and drip down his balls.
"God, that was something tonight." Nelson falls to the bed, looking just as wrecked as I feel. We both avoid the mess on the blanket, which keeps us from cuddling together since it's right in the middle.
"We really need to start putting something down or stripping the bed." I run a hand down his side and then point to the wet spots between us. "The washing machine isn't going to like us having to wash this thing again this week."
Epilogue
"Thisisreallyhappening,"I say when the doorbell rings. I look over at Bennett, who is standing with his arm around my waist. He smiles at me and I make a conscious effort to relax my shoulders.
"We've already lived here for a few weeks," Bennett says. "This is just us having some friends and family over."
"In our house." I love saying that it's our house. It took about a month to get everything fixed and updated that we wanted to. The backyard took the longest with the firepit and patio we had built. The whole house is perfect, especially the bay windows I surprised Bennett with on the second level.
"In our home," Bennett fixes my words. "Come on, let's not keep them waiting any longer."
I open the door to greet whoever is behind it. To my surprise, it's Bennett's parents. I shake Mr. Murray's hand— I'm still hesitant to call him by his actual name— and take the bottle of wine from his mother. "Please, come in."
The next visitors to arrive are Charlie, Joyce, and Clark. Then my parents. Finnigan even shows up, which doesn't surprise me. After everything he helped us with, he did go back to Chicago for a few weeks but then made the announcement that he was moving here. It surprised all of us and there was a bit of fallout from their parents, but eventually it was all settled. At least, I think it's been settled. Bennett says everything is good and I trust him.
