He turns his head, resting his cheek on my shoulder and smiles up at me. “In the best way.”
Again, his smile is still sunshiny and very much an easy smile, but also serene.
It hits home, that maybe what we just experienced changed something in him just like it shifted my world.
That would make me pretty damn lucky.
Sex has always been a big part of relationships for me, it’s how I feel a connection solidifies, how I start to trust that relationship. I know that might not be the healthiest way of going about it, but it’s the way I am, and now...
There are still so many unknowns, so many reasons to be cautious, but last night, when he proved how much he wanted me, and this morning when he did it again and blew my mind, he showed me he’s more invested in us than I ever thought he could be invested in anything but football. Maybe that’s unfair of me... No, I know that’s unfair of me, but the scars of my insecurities run deep.
“I want to do it a million times more, Cam,” he whispers like a confession, and I know I’m in for it when his smile turns into a smirk. “And I want to suck your cock until you come in my mouth, at least once, and I don’t know if you’d be up for it, but I also want to bend you over and fuck you hard.”
I snort at how blunt he is, actually loving that he’s not mincing his words.
“I’m vers,” I confirm, and realize I need to explainwhen he only looks confused. “I like it both ways.” Then I shift my voice into a teasing whisper. “And I would very much like it if you bent me over and fucked me.”
I lean in for a kiss, and he cups my cheek and deepens it before I can try to pull back. That’s how we spend most of the day—kissing, cuddling, trading orgasms in new ways, since his ass needs a rest and I don’t actually have another condom.
It’s how the rest of our time at Quick Ranch goes actually.
Of course we make our way to the kitchen occasionally, and we go out for at least one ride a day. I check on my clients when he goes to check on the ranch hands, and then we repeat the process again.
“I really love it here,” I tell him on our last ride.
He brought me to the highest hill on the property to watch the sunset. It’s close enough to the house that we’ll make it back with some light still out if we leave just as the sun disappears over the far mountains, at least that’s what he said. Looking at the spectacular show Mother Nature is putting on, I don’t even care if he’s correct or not.
“We can come back whenever you want, though I doubt we’ll get to have the whole place to ourselves for at least another year.”
“Yeah, whereisJulia, by the way? I thought you said she lived here and I keep forgetting to ask?”
“She and her family are on vacation too. I sent themoff to Disneyland for the week. The jet’s bringing them back as soon as we touch down in LA.”
I can’t help but laugh in delight.
“You’re a genius. So you wanted the place all to yourself, huh?”
“I did.” He lets out an audibly happy sigh. “I wanted you all to myself.”
“And you got me, hotshot.”
He’s the one laughing then.
“I really like that nickname.”
“I knew you would.” He loves praise, and honestly I love praising him. “You’re gonna have to find a kickass nickname for me too, you know?” I’m only teasing, but he nods seriously.
“I’m already thinking of some options.”
“You are? Like what?”
“Stud,” he says with no hesitation whatsoever, then turns to look at the descending sun with that smug grin of his. “You’re definitely a stud.”
I’m speechless for a good minute, and then I have to give it to him.
“I don’t hate it,” I mutter, and he laughs loud and free.
“I’m not the only one with an ego in this relationship.”
