“Give me another one,” he growls in my ear. “I want your pussy soaking my cock.”
My insides clamp around his dick as another overwhelming bolt of arousal spears through me. His fingers find my clit, circling it with a firm touch. Combined with the consuming sensations of everything else, he sends me right to the edge.
The scream trying to escape me catches in my throat. My back arches as I unravel, giving myself over to oblivion.
I’m faintly aware of his hips stuttering and the throb of his cock filling me with his come.
He collapses next to me for a moment, leg pressed against mine. Panting, he rolls to his side and finds my hand.
I’m too worn out to move, still shivering and tingly all over as the orgasm ebbs away.
“That was—amazing,” I get out between heaving breaths.
“Yeah.” He slings an arm over his eyes. “Holy shit, baby.”
A tired laugh leaves me. We catch our breaths in comfortable silence. He traces random patterns on the inside of my arm. I close my eyes, relaxing from the soothing feel of his fingertips gently grazing my skin.
He recovers first, lifting me into his arms with ease. My thighs slide together in response to his incredible strength and stamina.
“Where are you taking me?” I manage.
“I gave it to you rough. Now it’s time to worship you,” he explains as he takes us into the bathroom.
“You don’t have to. I asked for it because I wanted it like that.” My lips twitch. “And I enjoyed every second of it.”
He gives me a soft smile, kissing my temple before setting me on the counter. “I know. So did I. It was hot as hell. But I want to do this now. This is my way of taking care of you every way you need it.”
Once he turns on the shower, he kneels between my legs. I bite my lip as he scoots my hips to the edge of the counter and pulls my legs over his shoulders. Then his mouth descends on my pussy and I’m lost to his skilled tongue.
Steam fills the room while he takes me apart all over again.
I tip over the edge from the slow build up, pleasure rolling through me in delicious ripples. He peers up to watch me come, caressing my thighs.
Nudging him up to his feet, I loop my arms around his neck for a kiss, tasting both of us. His palms trace my spine before he hugs me tightly. Both of us say how we feel without words.
The hot water feels amazing while we shower. He washes me, big hands mapping every inch of my skin with reverence.
When we’re done and dried off, he takes me to bed, pulling me close to rest my head on his chest. His hands thread through my damp hair.
“I’ve got you, baby,” he whispers before I drift off.
TWENTY-NINE
MAYA
Donnelly Dairy might not bean operating farm anymore, but it’s still one of my favorite places in the world. Grandpa and I take a slow stroll through the grounds as part of the daily exercise his physical therapist wants him to get in.
I was supposed to work this weekend, but Marnie wasn’t having it. She wanted me to take a break.
Since I’m ahead on my assignments and my schedule for the spring semester is even lighter than the credits I took in the fall, I borrowed Reagan’s car after my last class on Thursday and drove home to visit my grandfather. We have one more day together before I need to head back tomorrow afternoon for my Monday morning class.
Grandpa pauses with a tired sigh, leaning heavily on the cane he graduated to when his mobility improved. I’m by his side in an instant.
“Do you want to stop for a rest? We can sit down in the old milking barn.”
He waves me off, stoically smoothing his features to hide his grimace of discomfort. “I’m okay, chicken. Just need to catch my breath. No need to fuss over me.”
“I’m right here if you need me.”
