“Oh, he would, huh?” she whispers as she peppers my face with kisses.
I thrust up against the heat between her legs, making both of us groan. “Yes, he would,” I grunt.
“Take me to your bedroom,” she demands as she rubs her nose against mine. I stand, pulling her up with me. Her legs wrap around my waist as I hastily walk us straight to my bed. She slides down my front and we remove our clothes, piece by piece, while watching each other.
“Make me forget for a while?” she pleads, her big eyes looking up at me with such reverence, I drop to my knees in front of her, leaning in and kissing her between her legs.
She parts her legs a little and grips my shoulders. I do my best to crouch before her, but again, my height makes it nearly impossible.
“Bed, now,” I growl as I lie down on my mattress. She climbs up on top of me. This time, she doesn’t hesitate as she sets her knees on either side of my head. I tap her ankles.
“Squat,” I grumble. I need her to have more control, to use my face how she needs. She complies. “Now sit, baby. If I’m not asphyxiated by this pretty pussy, you’re doing it wrong.”
She doesn’t even fight me on it, lowering herself until my tongue can slide inside her. I suck and lick until her tiny whimpers become erratic. Then I slide a single finger inside while I feast on her. She cries out as she soaks my neatly trimmed beard with her release.
I don’t give her time to recover as I drag her down my body, impaling her in one swift motion. Our gazes stay locked as we find our motion. The only sounds in the room are our breaths and the wet suction of her body against mine.
At some point, I see her mind start to wander from what we’re doing.
“Nope, back here, baby,” I correct her, as I reach up and bring her face to mine, letting my tongue slide along hers.
I reach between us with one hand, finding the spot that I know will push her over the edge. I circle it and rub it quickly, feathering my touch, making her groan with need. It only takes a minute before her muscles tense, and she clenches me inside her. That’s all it takes to push me over the edge. We come together in a blur of grunts and cries, ending with her melting on top of me. I hold her close, kissing her forehead, and hoping I was able to distract her a little.
“Better?” I ask after a few minutes of our breathing coming back to normal.
“Yes,” she whispers. “Thank you.”
“Anytime,” I reply.
“I’m sorry, I’m such a mess,” she says as she draws patterns on my chest.
“You aren’t a mess, princessa. Considering everything, you’re doing great,” I encourage, my fingers brushing through her thick, wavy hair.
“I don’t feel like I’m doing great,” she admits as she nuzzles into the hollow between my chin and chest.
“Well, you are. That was a lot for you to hear tonight. You don’t have to process it all at once. Give yourself a few days,” I encourage.
She nods. “OK,” she whispers.
“Hutch?” she says.
“Yes, baby,” I reply, running my fingers down the smooth skin of her back.
“Can we go feed Cliff?” she asks.
I laugh. “We can do anything you like.”
“OK,” she replies as she gets up and goes to the bathroom before pulling her clothes back on. I shove my clothes back on, too, and take a container of peanuts down to the bench.
“Do you ever think about going back to therapy?” she asks as we toss peanuts over to where Cliff is sitting in her usual spot by the rocks and a tree stump.
“I haven’t in a long time. Why?” I ask.
“Just wondering. I’ve never been to a therapist,” she says quietly.
“Maybe you should try one out. See if it helps,” I state, reaching for more peanuts.
“Maybe,” she agrees.
