With my free hand I nudge her knees open, finishing my kisses along her inner thigh.
“Jay, are you going to—”
“Eat your pussy like it’s my favorite meal?” Her sharp inhale tells me she wasn’t expecting that. “Yes, ma’am. If that’s alright with you, of course.”
She swallows hard and nods her head.
“Do you want to watch?”
Her eyes widen, but she once again nods her head and settles onto my pillows so she’s propped up.
Laying on my stomach I slide underneath her legs, throwing them over my shoulders and my arms under her ass. I dart my tongue out, licking up her slit, circling around her clit.
“Oh, shit.” She gasps at the contact.
Her fists are white knuckled clutching the sheets when I go back to suck on her clit. As I explore her body she writhes under my tongue.
“You’re so fucking responsive to my touch. I know you’re close, give me what I want, Reece.”
“I can't, Jay. I’m so close, but I can’t.” Her breathless pants are full of her anxiety about having an orgasm on my face.
I plunge two fingers inside her while I look at her. “Reeces Pieces, it’s just me. Remember rule number two? I’m your safe space, always. Scream my name while I taste your orgasm on my tongue, gorgeous girl.”
Her eyes flutter closed and she throws her head back as I find her G-Spot with my fingers. Nipping at her clit causes her to moan my name. “That’s it. Give me what I need.” I murmur against her pussy.
With a few more swipes of my tongue, and another nip, her hands fly into my hair, tugging hard as she lets the orgasm take over.
As she comes down, I use my fingers to continue to play with her clit while I crawl back up her body and pull her close to me.
“You did so good, Reeces Pieces,” I praise.
“That was… I can’t even… shit, there aren’t even words.” She rolls over to face me, gripping my cock again, her eyes hooded with sleep.
But I stop her.
“No. That’s not what tonight was about. Tonight was about you and you only. It’s time for you to rest.” Reaching over I click the lamp off. “Sleep. We have all week.”
Kissing each of her closed lids, I let myself drift off with her.
Packing the thermoses in the picnic basket from Mom, I keep looking at my watch. I don’t want Jaycob to come home and see any part of what I’m planning for him.
He was promoted to Ranch Foreman last week while I was busy with finals and we didn’t get to celebrate him. So tonight I intend to do just that.
I’ve packed one of his favorite dinners, chili made with steak and jalapeño cornbread. Even some red velvet cupcakes for dessert with a little extra icing on the side for something a little sweeter than the dessert.
The thought makes me laugh. He’s always shutting down anything spicy I suggest because he wants my first time to be special. But after the last six months of him torturing me with everything but sex, I don’t care where it happens. I just want it to happen. With him.
Just as I’m folding up the blanket and packing it into the bag with the cooler, Jaycob’s truck pulls up outside the house.
He stops at the door on the porch, kicking his shoes off. But when I don’t hear him coming in, I open the front door to see what he’s doing.
There on the front porch, Jaycob is stripping down to his underwear. Unfortunately, it’s not for me. I see the dried mud caking off his clothes as he strips them.
“Sorry. It was a rough day with the foals.” He leaves his clothes in a pile on the porch.
“I can see that. We don’t have to do anything tonight if you don’t want to.” That would suck, but I don’t want to force him to go anywhere if he’s tired.
His eyes track through the kitchen to the cooler and bag I have packed on the counter, then over to me in the yellow sundress I’m wearing.
