She slowly rocks back and forth on me as I wind my fingers up through her dark as night hair, tugging gently and revealing her neck as I bring my lips forward and kiss it gently while breathingher in. Her skin is soft under my lips, like butter and I can feel her pulse racing under my touch.
I pull back just enough to look at her soft, green eyes. She’s smiling—confident, sure, and giving me all the permission I need. Her hands slide around my neck, pulling me toward her, and then her lips are on mine, warm and soft, kissing me gently before deepening into something hungrier. Her mouth is hot and inviting, her tongue tangling with mine in a way that sends a wave of heat straight through me.
But as much as I want this, a thought creeps in, clawing its way to the surface. Is she doing this because she feels like she has to? Because of the kittens? It’s those intrusive thoughts that are always lingering in the back of my mind, making me question everything.
I pull back again, breaking the kiss, though my body protests every second of the distance. My eyes find hers, searching for the truth.
“Teagan,” I murmur, my voice low and uneven, “I told you not to thank me anymore.”
I know she feels my cock hard and pressing between her thighs because she isn’t wearing anything but a scrap of fabric underneath my flannel shirt. There’s no way she doesn’t. But I’ll stop this right here and now if gratitude is the reason she’s doing this. I want her for real, not because she feels obligated.
Her eyebrows pinch together, and she shakes her head, her voice soft but firm. “I’m not doing this as a thank you. I’m doing this because Iwantto. I want you.” She leans in, her words brushing against my lips. “Do you want me, Wilder?”
More than I want to breathe.
I nod and scoop her up, cradling her to my chest as I carry her back to my room. The bed meets the back of her thighs gently as I set her down, bringing her to the edge, where I don’t waste another second showing her exactly how much I want her.
“Spread your legs wide for me,” I command, from where I drop to my knees in front of her.
She pushes her legs apart slowly as if she’s suddenly shy. I press my hands on her knees, pressing them wider as the rest of my checkered shirt rides up and reveals to me nothing but a silk thong on underneath. Her chest is flushed and beautiful, and her pussy is bursting through the thin fabric that’s doing a shit job of containing her wet lips. There’s nothing more that I want to do than shove my face in between her legs and make her scream so loud that my parents hear it back inside the rancher. I might be a quiet lover, but I don't want her to be with me.
My fingertips trail up her thighs, squeezing where her hips meet and then cupping her mound before hooking into the edges of the thong and dragging it down her body around her ankles. Then I lift my head and look up. She’s bare, and swollen. I cup her hot, wet pussy with my palm before slipping just my middle finger into her slit, using my thumb to gently tease her clit. She arches her back onto the bed in pleasure, slowly lowering herself all the way onto her back until I feel her soak my fingers.
I plunge a second inside, hooking it slightly, rubbing her wetness up around her clit then back inside of her as I pick up my pace.
“Watch me, Teagan,” I say as she leans forward onto her elbows to look at what I’m doing. I pull my fingers out and then bring them to my lips in a slow, deliberate suck that has her thighs shaking. “You taste like honey.” She lets out a moan and then without warning, I bury my face between her legs, drawing that thickened clit into my lips with a firm suck and flick of my tongue.
“Oh… fuck,” she squeals, arching her back then relaxing into my face. She smells good, but tastes even better. My hand moves down to my cock in my pants, giving it a firm squeeze to try to calm it.
Her fingers weave into my hair and tug gently, guiding me to where it feels best, and I let her. I lick her slit softly and thencapture her clit in my lips again, flicking it with my tongue over and over again until her legs are shaking. She’s so damn wet, and taste so damn sweet. What I really want is to crawl up on the bed, flip her around until she’s on top of me, riding my face to take her own orgasm but I’m not sure she’s ready for that and frankly, I don’t trust myself moving when she tastes this good.
She lets out a loud gasp, grabs my head and presses it just where she needs me as I smile against her pussy and hum gently and slipping another finger inside of her, pumping eagerly.
“Wilder… that feels so good.”
“Your tight cunt is squeezing my fingers like a vice,” I say, my tongue punishing that clit again with firm flicks and then soft licks as she moans and then groans, flopping all the way onto the back of the bed, practically spineless as I feel her sweet pussy grip me.
I add a third, stretching her around me until I can feel her walls clench and tighten. My cock kicks in my jeans and my balls tighten, and I know before it happens, I’m going to come.
She spasms, calls out my name in breathless moans, and falls apart so fucking sexy I can’t hold back. I release in my jeans, making a mess of myself but don’t stop. I keep pumping, letting her ride the wave of her orgasm until she’s completely stilled, her chest rising and falling rapidly as her eyes remain open, staring up at the ceiling. When I’m sure she’s finished, I stand up and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. Her eyes flutter open until they meet mine from where she’s laying.
“You… you surprised me Wilder. You might be quiet, but that’s not for a lack of passion.”
I smile because I might not have had the words to say to her tonight, but I’m glad I was able to show her in a different way just how beautiful I think she is. I sit next to her on the bed, then lean down, brushing my lips gently against her temple and savoring her sweet scent and relaxed, post orgasmic body.
“Sleep well, Teagan.”
She shoots up in the bed as I stand up and turn to leave. “Where are you going?" Her eyes drift down to my pants where I’m still tenting my pants and an obvious wet spot marks just what I’ve done. Sure, I’d love to have those pretty lips of hers wrapped around my crown while she takes me down that slender column of a throat, it’d feel a lot better than sitting in the mess I have currently between my legs, but not tonight. “Oh…” she says, realization dawning on her face.
“Yeah, oh,” I respond. “First time I’ve done that since I was a kid. You aren’t just a casual fuck, Teagan. And I don’t want to be a one-night stand for you. I’ll take you back to your car at the bar in the morning.”
Before she can protest, I turn and head out to the living room, closing the bedroom door firmly behind me. Slumping back onto the couch I pull a blanket over me, listening for any noise from her room. My breath is still fast, and my cock is rock hard. I strip off my pants and boxers, reach down and stroke it a few times beneath the covers, imaging how it’d feel to be inside her someday.
Someday soon.
Because now that I’ve tasted her, felt how her heat clings to my fingers like it’s meant to keep me there, I know this won’t be the last time. It can’t be. Not with the way she’s already rooted herself in my mind.
But tonight wasn’t the right time, and I didn’t want to push her into something she’d regret. She barely knows me, and let’s be honest—I haven’t exactly been a smooth talker when it comes to explaining myself or my intentions. Most of our interactions so far have been me fumbling through words and staring at her like she’s the only woman in the world. And maybe she is, at least to me.
